Here I am, sitting here, on a bench outside of LeConte Hall. I'm hanging out, waiting for Collegium to start, and I have run out of things to do on the internet.
Yes. You read that right. I have run out of things to do on the internet. I used to think that was impossible, but as I sat here and gradually rummaged though all the sites I ever go to, and they became more and more, well, embarrassing, I realized there was one thing I haven't done in a long, long time. Write a blog.
I've been avoiding it. There comes a critical point at which it's a bit strange to pick something up after you have left it so long. Also, there is the little voice inside me, who is quite loudly insisting that I am a bad, bad person for not writing for so long.
I try to ignore this little voice. You see, you listen to the little voice (which disney tells you is what is truly in your heart), about blogs and everyone says it's okay, but that one time you listen to it about drawing mutant killer attack squirrels all over your roommates genetics homework, well then everyone is just looking at you like you're crazy.
Ahem. Right.
So much has happened in the past months, that it seems almost pointless to get it all down. I really only have about five more minutes to kill, so I'll be quick.
Went to Italy. AWESOME.
Worked a lot. NOT SO AWESOME.
Am back at school. A MIX OF AWESOME AND SUCK.
Classes seem to be going alright. I joined Collegium Musicum, a choir focusing on early work. I am alternatively terrified and elated.
There is a boyfriend. All of you should have already known that. Though I am no longer the intrepid teenage hero, because I am not a teen, I wonder- is he the intrepid teenage boyfriend? I am not a teen, but he is... In other news, I'm a puma.
I should head to East Campus, but I'll be back.
If I'm not, you know who to blame. (Mutant Killer Attack Squirrels!)
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Chronicle Number 23: None of That "Logic" or "Rationality" Here, Please
Dear friends, I am back. Please insert a rambling apology for never writing here: _______.
Okay, done? Well, I guess I'll just dive right in, then.
I'm going to Italy! I'm sure that most of you had heard of this, but I figured I should just inform you again. I'll be setting off on May 8th. My program ends on the 2nd of June, but my intrepid mother will be flying over for two weeks to tour after it finishes. I'm so excited, and it doesn't even seem real. I've been yammering at Corinne to teach me some Italian, but she has been singularly uncooperative. Of course, this probably has more to do with me than with her.
LINDSAY: Cooooriiiiiinne....
CORINNE: (sensing doom) ...Yes?
LINDSAY: Teach me Italian!
CORINNE: Okay, what do you want to know?
LINDSAY: How do you say, "Where's the party"?!
CORINNE: ...No.
LINDSAY: What about, "Dance with me, you fool!"
CORINNE: You fill me with despair.
LINDSAY: Fine. *sigh* How do I find the airport?
She's taught me how ask where the airport is about five times, and I still can't remember.
The last couple months have been completely insane, I tell you. I think I really just forgot this blog even existed. I had a test (or two) every week for five weeks, then spring break, then an organic chemistry test. That adds to me running about like a crazy person trying to get my Italy stuff in, and well... You know what happens. Everything has been a whirlwind.
Things have been going pretty well, with the exception of Microbiology (grrr) and this last O-chem test, but more on that later.
It's been finalized, I'll be living in an apartment next year. I've already signed a lease, and will be living with Susanna, Megan, and Corinne in Lakeside Apartments here in Athens. It's a year-long lease, so I'll probably stay for the summer and take classes. It'll give me some time to fit in fun classes I don't have time for, (like psychology) and maybe retake O-chem 2211 for a better grade.
I'm looking forward to living in an apartment. A lot of people don't really understand why I want to live out of the dorms, and I totally get their perspective. However, Kristina is an RA next year, so she wouldn't be living with us, and I really want to give some other girls the opportunity to live in the suite as well. I've had a great year here, and I want other people to get that experience. Also, it will save me some money to live in an apartment and be off the meal-plan.
As you know, spring break was a couple weeks ago. That was a lot of fun, even if it did kind of knock me out of my test-taking rhythm. We did not get to go to Harry Potter World, because it doesn't open until June 18th. I find it very misleading that they said it would open in the spring. Obviously, I was on spring break, and therefore it was spring, and the park should be open. And June is not, by my estimation, the "spring." June is summer.
And don't give me that hooey about the "calendar" and "solstices" and "the turning of the earth." (Mark, I'm looking at you.) June is the summer and you know what I say to anyone who says differently? PBBBBBBT!
On a more serious note, things have taken a nosedive in my organic chem class. I did so well on the first test (way above the average) and then just bombed the second test. I wouldn't really be sharing this (I don't want to worry anyone) but it really has helped me come to a realization.
This isn't me. I think the reason I did so poorly is that I gave up. I fell back into last semester's pattern of seeing something that was really hard, thinking that I would fail at it, and believing that. I get the impression that a lot of the chemistry professors just don't think that any of us can do this, and they make it very clear that they are expecting a lot of us to fail.
I'm in no way saying that this is all of them. I've had teachers like Dr. Kutal (spring 2009) and Dr. Locklin (now), who genuinely care about us and want us to do well.
But this isn't about them. I've had bad teachers before, and what was my response? "I'll show them." Not "Woe is me, they're right, I'll never succeed," depression, but more of a righteous anger that they underestimated me.
Anywho, I slipped back into giving up, but I'm not going to do that again. Why? Because giving up is easy. Giving up is a cop out. And I don't cop out.
So the experience has been kind of disheartening, but I can come out of this stronger than I was before. Okay, serious speech over.
I miss everybody at home a lot, but I have an optimistic view for the future. I'll be home for Easter!
Remember people, though I may disappear into the mists of the internet for months at a time- Lindsaytopia lives on in the hearts of all.
Okay, done? Well, I guess I'll just dive right in, then.
I'm going to Italy! I'm sure that most of you had heard of this, but I figured I should just inform you again. I'll be setting off on May 8th. My program ends on the 2nd of June, but my intrepid mother will be flying over for two weeks to tour after it finishes. I'm so excited, and it doesn't even seem real. I've been yammering at Corinne to teach me some Italian, but she has been singularly uncooperative. Of course, this probably has more to do with me than with her.
LINDSAY: Cooooriiiiiinne....
CORINNE: (sensing doom) ...Yes?
LINDSAY: Teach me Italian!
CORINNE: Okay, what do you want to know?
LINDSAY: How do you say, "Where's the party"?!
CORINNE: ...No.
LINDSAY: What about, "Dance with me, you fool!"
CORINNE: You fill me with despair.
LINDSAY: Fine. *sigh* How do I find the airport?
She's taught me how ask where the airport is about five times, and I still can't remember.
The last couple months have been completely insane, I tell you. I think I really just forgot this blog even existed. I had a test (or two) every week for five weeks, then spring break, then an organic chemistry test. That adds to me running about like a crazy person trying to get my Italy stuff in, and well... You know what happens. Everything has been a whirlwind.
Things have been going pretty well, with the exception of Microbiology (grrr) and this last O-chem test, but more on that later.
It's been finalized, I'll be living in an apartment next year. I've already signed a lease, and will be living with Susanna, Megan, and Corinne in Lakeside Apartments here in Athens. It's a year-long lease, so I'll probably stay for the summer and take classes. It'll give me some time to fit in fun classes I don't have time for, (like psychology) and maybe retake O-chem 2211 for a better grade.
I'm looking forward to living in an apartment. A lot of people don't really understand why I want to live out of the dorms, and I totally get their perspective. However, Kristina is an RA next year, so she wouldn't be living with us, and I really want to give some other girls the opportunity to live in the suite as well. I've had a great year here, and I want other people to get that experience. Also, it will save me some money to live in an apartment and be off the meal-plan.
As you know, spring break was a couple weeks ago. That was a lot of fun, even if it did kind of knock me out of my test-taking rhythm. We did not get to go to Harry Potter World, because it doesn't open until June 18th. I find it very misleading that they said it would open in the spring. Obviously, I was on spring break, and therefore it was spring, and the park should be open. And June is not, by my estimation, the "spring." June is summer.
And don't give me that hooey about the "calendar" and "solstices" and "the turning of the earth." (Mark, I'm looking at you.) June is the summer and you know what I say to anyone who says differently? PBBBBBBT!
On a more serious note, things have taken a nosedive in my organic chem class. I did so well on the first test (way above the average) and then just bombed the second test. I wouldn't really be sharing this (I don't want to worry anyone) but it really has helped me come to a realization.
This isn't me. I think the reason I did so poorly is that I gave up. I fell back into last semester's pattern of seeing something that was really hard, thinking that I would fail at it, and believing that. I get the impression that a lot of the chemistry professors just don't think that any of us can do this, and they make it very clear that they are expecting a lot of us to fail.
I'm in no way saying that this is all of them. I've had teachers like Dr. Kutal (spring 2009) and Dr. Locklin (now), who genuinely care about us and want us to do well.
But this isn't about them. I've had bad teachers before, and what was my response? "I'll show them." Not "Woe is me, they're right, I'll never succeed," depression, but more of a righteous anger that they underestimated me.
Anywho, I slipped back into giving up, but I'm not going to do that again. Why? Because giving up is easy. Giving up is a cop out. And I don't cop out.
So the experience has been kind of disheartening, but I can come out of this stronger than I was before. Okay, serious speech over.
I miss everybody at home a lot, but I have an optimistic view for the future. I'll be home for Easter!
Remember people, though I may disappear into the mists of the internet for months at a time- Lindsaytopia lives on in the hearts of all.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Chronicle Number 22: Diary of a White Woman with Deeply Rooted Confidence Issues
So. This blog really hasn't existed in the last year. Admittedly, that is completely my fault. Every time I sit down to start writing, it just seems there is nothing to say. This is ridiculous, because my life has been so busy lately that it would be impossible to have nothing to talk about.
Today is January 30th, and while I can't promise to be better (it might be a lie) I can promise to try.
What is going on in the life of Lindsay? I know you are all wondering! Well, I'm now in my second semester of sophomore year here at UGA. Things, while not going completely swimmingly, have been reasonably okay. Of course, by "reasonably okay" I generally mean that I haven't started running around in circles shrieking yet, but don't count that out.
I'm taking four science classes. I vacillate between horror and thinking that it really isn't that bad. After all, at least they aren't all upper level courses... and I don't have four labs... I can do it! Heh....
On the positive side, my Organic Chemistry teacher seems pretty awesome. He is really good at explaining complicated things and relating them to the real world. It does result in some pretty interesting times while studying, though.
LINDSAY: Corinne! It's beautiful! This all makes sense, finally!
CORINNE: That's great!
LINDSAY: ...But what if it doesn't make sense? What if I'm crazy and I just think it makes sense but I'm wrong?
CORINNE: I make it a point not to talk to you when you get this way. I will now proceed to give you a pointed "My roommate has deeply rooted confidence issues" look.
LINDSAY: I see that pointed look. I know it means that I'm terrible at Organic Chemistry. Why? WHY?!
CORINNE: If you stop whining I'll give you a Cheerwine.
LINDSAY: ...Okay.
This really happens! Well, it is always possible that I am making it all up. But it's always true in my heart!
Physics and microbiology are utterly uninteresting. This is sad, but I'm dealing with it. I'm hoping micro will get more fun when we get into the actual organisms instead of talking about the cell wall and peptidoglycan. And when our professor realizes that yes, we are all sophomores and juniors in college, and yes, we should all know the meaning of words like "inert."
Biochemistry, however, now that's a hoot. And by "hoot" of course I mean "perhaps this class has been sent to finish off what was left of my soul."
It actually isn't the class itself... How to explain? The information is complicated, and there's a lot of it, but there isn't anything I can't handle (so far). The teacher actually seems like a really nice guy and very passionate about his part of the class. However, it is the fact that there are rants every Tuesday and Thursday (you could set your clock by them) which always go something like this:
PROFESSOR: Look at these quiz averages! Half the class didn't do well.
LINDSAY: Ah, yes. I didn't get to study for this one, I had my first lab... I'm really sorry, I'll do better next time.
PROFESSOR: This means that half the class is going FAIL HORRIBLY. You CANNOT CATCH UP.
LINDSAY: ...Wha-
PROFESSOR: This is FAST-PACED. You WILL NEVER LEARN IT.
LINDSAY: But-
PROFESSOR: You will NEVER get into ANY medical school or graduate school.
LINDSAY: I-
PROFESSOR: If you FAILED this you will FAIL the TEST and then FAIL the COURSE and THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO.
LINDSAY: Instead of learning today, I think I shall be paralyzed by fear. It will be a party.
In all seriousness, it almost seems as if he has just written half of us off. And if we mess up once, we're just goners. I don't respond well to this "method" of "teaching." As stated above, I slowly become paralyzed with terror and then am of no use at all.
Not quite there yet, though. Really, for the amount of stuff I'm doing I think I'm okay.
Well, there is the rundown! Hopefully it will sustain you for a little while, as you wait for the return of my glorious presence.
Just remember, no matter where I am- Lindsaytopia is always with you!
Today is January 30th, and while I can't promise to be better (it might be a lie) I can promise to try.
What is going on in the life of Lindsay? I know you are all wondering! Well, I'm now in my second semester of sophomore year here at UGA. Things, while not going completely swimmingly, have been reasonably okay. Of course, by "reasonably okay" I generally mean that I haven't started running around in circles shrieking yet, but don't count that out.
I'm taking four science classes. I vacillate between horror and thinking that it really isn't that bad. After all, at least they aren't all upper level courses... and I don't have four labs... I can do it! Heh....
On the positive side, my Organic Chemistry teacher seems pretty awesome. He is really good at explaining complicated things and relating them to the real world. It does result in some pretty interesting times while studying, though.
LINDSAY: Corinne! It's beautiful! This all makes sense, finally!
CORINNE: That's great!
LINDSAY: ...But what if it doesn't make sense? What if I'm crazy and I just think it makes sense but I'm wrong?
CORINNE: I make it a point not to talk to you when you get this way. I will now proceed to give you a pointed "My roommate has deeply rooted confidence issues" look.
LINDSAY: I see that pointed look. I know it means that I'm terrible at Organic Chemistry. Why? WHY?!
CORINNE: If you stop whining I'll give you a Cheerwine.
LINDSAY: ...Okay.
This really happens! Well, it is always possible that I am making it all up. But it's always true in my heart!
Physics and microbiology are utterly uninteresting. This is sad, but I'm dealing with it. I'm hoping micro will get more fun when we get into the actual organisms instead of talking about the cell wall and peptidoglycan. And when our professor realizes that yes, we are all sophomores and juniors in college, and yes, we should all know the meaning of words like "inert."
Biochemistry, however, now that's a hoot. And by "hoot" of course I mean "perhaps this class has been sent to finish off what was left of my soul."
It actually isn't the class itself... How to explain? The information is complicated, and there's a lot of it, but there isn't anything I can't handle (so far). The teacher actually seems like a really nice guy and very passionate about his part of the class. However, it is the fact that there are rants every Tuesday and Thursday (you could set your clock by them) which always go something like this:
PROFESSOR: Look at these quiz averages! Half the class didn't do well.
LINDSAY: Ah, yes. I didn't get to study for this one, I had my first lab... I'm really sorry, I'll do better next time.
PROFESSOR: This means that half the class is going FAIL HORRIBLY. You CANNOT CATCH UP.
LINDSAY: ...Wha-
PROFESSOR: This is FAST-PACED. You WILL NEVER LEARN IT.
LINDSAY: But-
PROFESSOR: You will NEVER get into ANY medical school or graduate school.
LINDSAY: I-
PROFESSOR: If you FAILED this you will FAIL the TEST and then FAIL the COURSE and THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO.
LINDSAY: Instead of learning today, I think I shall be paralyzed by fear. It will be a party.
In all seriousness, it almost seems as if he has just written half of us off. And if we mess up once, we're just goners. I don't respond well to this "method" of "teaching." As stated above, I slowly become paralyzed with terror and then am of no use at all.
Not quite there yet, though. Really, for the amount of stuff I'm doing I think I'm okay.
Well, there is the rundown! Hopefully it will sustain you for a little while, as you wait for the return of my glorious presence.
Just remember, no matter where I am- Lindsaytopia is always with you!
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Chronicle Number 21: Liar Liar Full of Lies (But Still Not As Bad As China)
I probably should have written over the summer, because it seems that I have gotten out of the habit. Several times I have come to this blog, and even begun writing an entry, and then I would be hit with the vile writer's block. Either that, or the fact that I really had nothing to write down, stopped me in my tracks.
But I am the Empress, obviously, and something as simple as writer's block shall not stop me! Having nothing to say has never stopped me from talking before!
It isn't as if nothing has happened, really. It's more of a "so much has happened and it's all stupid class stuff that no one wants to hear about anyway." It isn't very interesting to talk about how I have another test, yet again. Oh, and a paper due, again. Woot Woot.
So, let's just have an overview, I suppose.
Ta Suite is pretty fantastic, if I do say so myself. We all get along well, and there has been no serious drama to speak of. Megan is pretty much studying, Susana is apparently a ginko leaf, Corinne alternates between dealing with my crazy and generally being a mother hen, Kristina is... well, she's just herself, and Heidi plays video games and curses a lot.
They have even come to accept and expect the inarticulate cries of despair that emit from my room every Tuesday.
I'm actually pretty sure that you could set your clock by it. Pretty much every Tuesday (because you know I'll always say I want my lab done early, and will get it done early, but that is a filthy LIE) I work on my lab for about two hours and sink slowly into the chemistry filled abyss.
LINDSAY: *Work work work*
CORINNE: I shall simply wait here.
Time passes
LINDSAY: *work work work*
CORINNE: Tralalala... almost time...
Right on cue:
LINDSAY: Maaaarrrgh! Maaaaaaaargh!
CORINNE: Time! Oh, sweetie, what is it? Let me fix it for you.
LINDSAY: *points at screen* MAAARGH!
CORINNE: Ah, I see.
KRISTINA: *pokes her head in the door* Lab time?
LINDSAY: Margh.
KRISTINA: Ah, I see.
CORINNE: Here. It works like this.
LINDSAY: Ah, I see.
It usually works out in the end, and I've been doing reasonably well on the labs, but there is always that point when I work on them that I can no longer function on an understandable level. It pretty much works out as a few hours of lab work, then cue the groaning and the wretched facebook status updates.
Other then class, things have been going pretty well. Quizbowl is quizbowl, full of drama that I thought I had left behind when I left behind middle school, but I think that's the only thing to be expected when you are surrounded by boys who have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone.
But it is still lots of fun, and Jordan makes me laugh with all the outrageous things she says. The new people are actually very cool, so it's all worth it.
I could tell you about my classes more, but they either defy description or I would rather avoid describing them, and thus avoid thinking about them. A short summary, one by one, would be that political science is made of awesome. It has turned out to be one of my favorite classes, and I love that every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I have a teacher that makes me cut through all the crap and figure out what I believe and why. 19th century European History is a class that probably shouldn't have taken, not being much one for modern history. However, my teacher is ridiculous, and it almost makes the class worth it to see him running into walls (then yelling at them) and pretending to walk turtles down the streets of Victorian London. See, I told you it defied description. Finally, chemistry and physics are full death and pain, especially physics, and I am hoping and praying for good grades.
I think that's the end for now... I'll write more later!
Really! I mean it this time!
Totally sincere.
Would I lie to you?
But I am the Empress, obviously, and something as simple as writer's block shall not stop me! Having nothing to say has never stopped me from talking before!
It isn't as if nothing has happened, really. It's more of a "so much has happened and it's all stupid class stuff that no one wants to hear about anyway." It isn't very interesting to talk about how I have another test, yet again. Oh, and a paper due, again. Woot Woot.
So, let's just have an overview, I suppose.
Ta Suite is pretty fantastic, if I do say so myself. We all get along well, and there has been no serious drama to speak of. Megan is pretty much studying, Susana is apparently a ginko leaf, Corinne alternates between dealing with my crazy and generally being a mother hen, Kristina is... well, she's just herself, and Heidi plays video games and curses a lot.
They have even come to accept and expect the inarticulate cries of despair that emit from my room every Tuesday.
I'm actually pretty sure that you could set your clock by it. Pretty much every Tuesday (because you know I'll always say I want my lab done early, and will get it done early, but that is a filthy LIE) I work on my lab for about two hours and sink slowly into the chemistry filled abyss.
LINDSAY: *Work work work*
CORINNE: I shall simply wait here.
Time passes
LINDSAY: *work work work*
CORINNE: Tralalala... almost time...
Right on cue:
LINDSAY: Maaaarrrgh! Maaaaaaaargh!
CORINNE: Time! Oh, sweetie, what is it? Let me fix it for you.
LINDSAY: *points at screen* MAAARGH!
CORINNE: Ah, I see.
KRISTINA: *pokes her head in the door* Lab time?
LINDSAY: Margh.
KRISTINA: Ah, I see.
CORINNE: Here. It works like this.
LINDSAY: Ah, I see.
It usually works out in the end, and I've been doing reasonably well on the labs, but there is always that point when I work on them that I can no longer function on an understandable level. It pretty much works out as a few hours of lab work, then cue the groaning and the wretched facebook status updates.
Other then class, things have been going pretty well. Quizbowl is quizbowl, full of drama that I thought I had left behind when I left behind middle school, but I think that's the only thing to be expected when you are surrounded by boys who have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone.
But it is still lots of fun, and Jordan makes me laugh with all the outrageous things she says. The new people are actually very cool, so it's all worth it.
I could tell you about my classes more, but they either defy description or I would rather avoid describing them, and thus avoid thinking about them. A short summary, one by one, would be that political science is made of awesome. It has turned out to be one of my favorite classes, and I love that every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I have a teacher that makes me cut through all the crap and figure out what I believe and why. 19th century European History is a class that probably shouldn't have taken, not being much one for modern history. However, my teacher is ridiculous, and it almost makes the class worth it to see him running into walls (then yelling at them) and pretending to walk turtles down the streets of Victorian London. See, I told you it defied description. Finally, chemistry and physics are full death and pain, especially physics, and I am hoping and praying for good grades.
I think that's the end for now... I'll write more later!
Really! I mean it this time!
Totally sincere.
Would I lie to you?
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Chronicle Number 20: You Haven't Seen the Crazy Yet
Hmmm... What to write about?
You didn't want to hear from me for the last two weeks. No, seriously. All I would have been doing would be "Woe, woe, woe is me, come and reside in the black hole of depression with me."
Do you want that in your life? The answer is no, you don't.
To put jokes aside for a moment, these last few weeks have been pretty bad. You know those days where it seems like nothing can go right? Everything that seems to happen only happens because it will make it that much harder for you to get by?
I know everyone has had them- otherwise they wouldn't really exist. So now imagine about 14 of those days all in a row. That's been me for the last two weeks.
I don't really want to talk about those days, because who does? I don't want to be one of those teens who whines, and I don't really know what to say about the whole thing. Suffice it to say that it has been hard, it culminated in several of my suitemates meeting hysterical!Lindsay last night, and things will be better. Today was good, and what can we do but take things on a day to day basis?
On Friday I will have the Watson-Brown dinner, which should be fun. I will be spending the evening with the Intrepid Teenage Officer, Jordan.
Saturday... I... am... going... TO THE DECEMBERIST'S CONCERT.
EVERYONE READING THIS:...So what?
The Decemberist's are my favorite band, and they wrote what basically amounts to a rock opera, and they are only performing it on one tour, and I GET TO GO.
Super-duper excited!
I love you all, and I promise to be more amusing next time. :)
You didn't want to hear from me for the last two weeks. No, seriously. All I would have been doing would be "Woe, woe, woe is me, come and reside in the black hole of depression with me."
Do you want that in your life? The answer is no, you don't.
To put jokes aside for a moment, these last few weeks have been pretty bad. You know those days where it seems like nothing can go right? Everything that seems to happen only happens because it will make it that much harder for you to get by?
I know everyone has had them- otherwise they wouldn't really exist. So now imagine about 14 of those days all in a row. That's been me for the last two weeks.
I don't really want to talk about those days, because who does? I don't want to be one of those teens who whines, and I don't really know what to say about the whole thing. Suffice it to say that it has been hard, it culminated in several of my suitemates meeting hysterical!Lindsay last night, and things will be better. Today was good, and what can we do but take things on a day to day basis?
On Friday I will have the Watson-Brown dinner, which should be fun. I will be spending the evening with the Intrepid Teenage Officer, Jordan.
Saturday... I... am... going... TO THE DECEMBERIST'S CONCERT.
EVERYONE READING THIS:...So what?
The Decemberist's are my favorite band, and they wrote what basically amounts to a rock opera, and they are only performing it on one tour, and I GET TO GO.
Super-duper excited!
I love you all, and I promise to be more amusing next time. :)
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Chronicle Number 19:In Sickness and in Health, 'Till Chemistry Do Us Part
I'm baaaaack! I know you missed me terribly. What did you do without Lindsay to brighten your life? I honestly don't know. You see, I am never without myself.
About that whole "writing over the summer" thing... Didn't do that, as you can probably tell. (Unless your withdrawal from Lindsay has caused hallucinations, which would not be completely implausible). I have reasons! Really really good ones!
No, actually I am simply hideously lazy. Also, nothing seemed to really happen over the summer, because my possible jobs kept falling through, so all this blog basically would have consisted of was the slow degeneration of my mind from optimism to complete bored madness.
STAGE #1, OPTIMISM: So... job fell through. Major suckage... However, I am plucky and tough! Something will come along and things will be better!
STAGE #2, DEPRESSION: Why did this happen to meeee??? What did I do wrong???? Am I not good enough for a job???? Don't you love me??? I'm going to be POOR my WHOLE LIFE and DIE ALONE. *sob*
STAGE #3, BARGAINING: If I can get a job, I promise to be really really good! So good! I will make good grades, and be nice to children and animals, and be a lot more like Megan! Pleeeeaaase?
STAGE #4, BOREDOM: I have nothing to do. Noooothing to dooooo.... And yet I still have no desire to clean the house... Contemplating learning how to scrapbook. (CORINNE: Lindsay! LINDSAY! For the love of Sarah Rees Brennan, snap out of it! Come back to me, come back to me!)
STAGE #5, UTTER INSANITY: The dire question of my life is "Is Mike going to choose Susan or Edie on Desperate Housewives?"
So yes, did you really want to experience that? I didn't think so.
There were some really good times this summer, such as going to the Dominican Republic with Corinne and her family, which was CRAZYSUPERAWESOME, but almost too much happened that week to write it down, and I still can't really talk about it without wistfully wishing I was back on the beach.
At the end of the summer, I got the CutCo job, which is actually a lot of fun, and I made good money, but it's not exactly interesting material.
LINDSAY: Here's a knife! Look what it can do! Ta Awesome!
And, well, now I'm back here. For as long as I can be... (Until Chemistry doth us part, which it will. I can vow that.) I am going to try to update a lot more, but as you know, there are no guarantees.
The suite is crazy, and a lot of fun, so there will definitely be some stories about that to come. I really feel like this can be a great year, because now I really have the hang of UGA (lots fewer ACK! moments) and I can really focus on improving things instead of just hanging on.
Now to the obligatory questioning! What should I write about? Of course I'll include anything cool or funny that happens to me, but what else do you want to hear about? Is it
A: My Suities?
B: My Classes/Professors?
C: My daily beauty regimen? (How do I keep these glowingly perfect looks?)
BTW, I will only laugh at you if you pick C.
Anywho, I loves you all! And don't worry, Lindsaytopia will prevail!
About that whole "writing over the summer" thing... Didn't do that, as you can probably tell. (Unless your withdrawal from Lindsay has caused hallucinations, which would not be completely implausible). I have reasons! Really really good ones!
No, actually I am simply hideously lazy. Also, nothing seemed to really happen over the summer, because my possible jobs kept falling through, so all this blog basically would have consisted of was the slow degeneration of my mind from optimism to complete bored madness.
STAGE #1, OPTIMISM: So... job fell through. Major suckage... However, I am plucky and tough! Something will come along and things will be better!
STAGE #2, DEPRESSION: Why did this happen to meeee??? What did I do wrong???? Am I not good enough for a job???? Don't you love me??? I'm going to be POOR my WHOLE LIFE and DIE ALONE. *sob*
STAGE #3, BARGAINING: If I can get a job, I promise to be really really good! So good! I will make good grades, and be nice to children and animals, and be a lot more like Megan! Pleeeeaaase?
STAGE #4, BOREDOM: I have nothing to do. Noooothing to dooooo.... And yet I still have no desire to clean the house... Contemplating learning how to scrapbook. (CORINNE: Lindsay! LINDSAY! For the love of Sarah Rees Brennan, snap out of it! Come back to me, come back to me!)
STAGE #5, UTTER INSANITY: The dire question of my life is "Is Mike going to choose Susan or Edie on Desperate Housewives?"
So yes, did you really want to experience that? I didn't think so.
There were some really good times this summer, such as going to the Dominican Republic with Corinne and her family, which was CRAZYSUPERAWESOME, but almost too much happened that week to write it down, and I still can't really talk about it without wistfully wishing I was back on the beach.
At the end of the summer, I got the CutCo job, which is actually a lot of fun, and I made good money, but it's not exactly interesting material.
LINDSAY: Here's a knife! Look what it can do! Ta Awesome!
And, well, now I'm back here. For as long as I can be... (Until Chemistry doth us part, which it will. I can vow that.) I am going to try to update a lot more, but as you know, there are no guarantees.
The suite is crazy, and a lot of fun, so there will definitely be some stories about that to come. I really feel like this can be a great year, because now I really have the hang of UGA (lots fewer ACK! moments) and I can really focus on improving things instead of just hanging on.
Now to the obligatory questioning! What should I write about? Of course I'll include anything cool or funny that happens to me, but what else do you want to hear about? Is it
A: My Suities?
B: My Classes/Professors?
C: My daily beauty regimen? (How do I keep these glowingly perfect looks?)
BTW, I will only laugh at you if you pick C.
Anywho, I loves you all! And don't worry, Lindsaytopia will prevail!
Monday, May 4, 2009
Chronicle Number 18: Chronicle the Last?
Well, the last chronicle before summer, methinks. That is a question, though, because I am wondering. Does my lovely audience want me to continue through summer? Is there demand for the trials and tribulations of Lindsay? If so, there is this thing called a "comment." It means that you click down at the bottom of this, on "Give Props" and then you write something along the lines of "Yes Lindsay, we love you! Write some more, please!" or perhaps "This last month when you haven't written has been the best of my life. Please stop immediately." Then I shall decide whether to continue this through the summer.
So, what has happened in the past month? Well, there were about two weeks when nothing was going on. I had virtually no work, and I relaxed a lot and read several books. Of course, I would probably have enjoyed that more if I hadn't had a deep sense of impending doom. You see, it's the evil teacher meetings.
I'm certain of it. They give you a couple weeks to lure you into a sense of false security, and then WHAM! They all hit you with tests/projects/essays at once.
It's kind of like a bunny trap.
BUNNY TRAP: Come here, little bunny! See, I have food for you!
BUNNY: Hmmmm, no. I don't think so. You see, you killed my brother and my uncle and my grandmother and now you are out to get me!!!
BUNNY TRAP: No no no. See, I cannot get you! All I want is for you to eat some of these lovely carrots.
BUNNY: Well, those carrots are lovely.... Perhaps I will just reach a paw in and get one. *reaches, nothing happens.*
BUNNY TRAP: See? I didn't try to hurt you! Come inside.
BUNNY: This time must be different. The trap didn't try to hurt me at all. *goes inside*
BUNNY TRAP: WHAM! Bwhahahaha! Got you!
BUNNY: Dang flabbit.
You see! The bunny is lulled into a false sense of security, and then captured at the first opportunity!
However, I am smarter than the average bunny. Of course I began my work early, all the better to finish it and lead a happy life full of rollicking good times.
...
Okay, I admit it. That's a lie.
I didn't begin my work early, and therefore went completely insane (as I am wont to do) for the last two weeks pretty much slaving nonstop.
There was a sort of incident in Anthropology, which I don't really want to talk about because it is depressing, but I think everything is turning out alright. I've got two exams, on Thursday and Friday. And then I will be at home on Saturday!
There has been some confusion over jobs, but hopefully that will work out.
Anywho, enough with the boringness. I'm off to study, and I will yak yak yak (as I am also wont to do) when I get home.
Au revoir, mes amis!
So, what has happened in the past month? Well, there were about two weeks when nothing was going on. I had virtually no work, and I relaxed a lot and read several books. Of course, I would probably have enjoyed that more if I hadn't had a deep sense of impending doom. You see, it's the evil teacher meetings.
I'm certain of it. They give you a couple weeks to lure you into a sense of false security, and then WHAM! They all hit you with tests/projects/essays at once.
It's kind of like a bunny trap.
BUNNY TRAP: Come here, little bunny! See, I have food for you!
BUNNY: Hmmmm, no. I don't think so. You see, you killed my brother and my uncle and my grandmother and now you are out to get me!!!
BUNNY TRAP: No no no. See, I cannot get you! All I want is for you to eat some of these lovely carrots.
BUNNY: Well, those carrots are lovely.... Perhaps I will just reach a paw in and get one. *reaches, nothing happens.*
BUNNY TRAP: See? I didn't try to hurt you! Come inside.
BUNNY: This time must be different. The trap didn't try to hurt me at all. *goes inside*
BUNNY TRAP: WHAM! Bwhahahaha! Got you!
BUNNY: Dang flabbit.
You see! The bunny is lulled into a false sense of security, and then captured at the first opportunity!
However, I am smarter than the average bunny. Of course I began my work early, all the better to finish it and lead a happy life full of rollicking good times.
...
Okay, I admit it. That's a lie.
I didn't begin my work early, and therefore went completely insane (as I am wont to do) for the last two weeks pretty much slaving nonstop.
There was a sort of incident in Anthropology, which I don't really want to talk about because it is depressing, but I think everything is turning out alright. I've got two exams, on Thursday and Friday. And then I will be at home on Saturday!
There has been some confusion over jobs, but hopefully that will work out.
Anywho, enough with the boringness. I'm off to study, and I will yak yak yak (as I am also wont to do) when I get home.
Au revoir, mes amis!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Chronicle Number 17: Woe, Woe, Woe is Me
I return to you, out of the mists of time, in my small boat upon the sea that is college life. The trials and tribulations of my journey have been many, and I have willfully, stoically persevered. I'm just noble and true like that.
I really do feel quite guilty, but writing about it will merely take up precious time and space, and therefore, [insert "Blah blah blah I'm sorry for not writing" speech of your choice here.]
Let us go back, back into those mists of time, into the days long before the present. Of course, I'm talking about spring break.
Now, I had been pretty down before spring break, with the usual "woe, woe is me, I don't want to be here, when is spring break?" I'm pretty sure that is a symptom of all students around April/March. I had a Plan, y'all! It was a great Plan too.
I was going to go to the beach with Corinne and Erin, have tons of fun, lay out on the beach, go to St. Augustine, relax. And then I was going to come back to UGA refreshed and with an open mind, ready to soak up information like a lovely green sponge. (Yes, I would be a green sponge, just accept it.) But as is with most of my plans, this one failed.
Instead of coming back relaxed and refreshed, I came back as "Woe, woe is me, I don't want to be here, where did the beach go, and when is summer break?"
It was a sad state of affairs.
Spring break was simply to great. I spent a great deal of time dozing on the sunny beach, listening to the waves... I ignored my school work, because I had already decided that that is what I would do. I went to Universal Studios with the intrepid teenage sidekicks.
...I should stop talking about this, because I am going to fall into another depression from beach-lack.
Suffice it to say, it was super fantabulous.
I then came back to UGA, and began classes. I have been in a pretty terrible mood, with breaks of course, but it didn't really end until a few nights ago I was lying in bed feeling sorry, when I said to myself
LINDSAY: Self, get over it. You've got five more weeks, you should buck up.
SELF: But I don't wanna! I want to be emo and sit in a corner and cry fat tears that drip down my face ever so slowly and read Edgar Allen Poe!
LINDSAY: Am I going to have to slap somebody?
SELF: Well, now that you mention it perhaps it's time to take a more optimistic view of things.
LINDSAY: That's what I thought, self.
Besides, Erin has an inordinate amount of chinese tests, and an o-chem test today, which results in
ERIN: I'm going to die! I'm going to fail out of the honors program and then out of college and then I'm going to serve burgers at McDonald's and live on minimum wage and become a drunk and DIE!
CORINNE: This sounds slightly like someone else we know.
LINDSAY: I deny everything.
So yes, Erin and I both have a slight propensity for over-dramatization. And really, there's only room for one friend running about like a chicken with its head cut off. This week, Erin is the chicken.
This mood was not helped by the resurgence of late night girl woes, which are common nasty pitfalls in Girl World. They mainly consist of
STEREOTYPICAL GIRL: Woe, woe, woe is me! Why do I not have a manfolk of my very own?
Well, I am female, and thus fall into these pits of woe, but 98% of the time I wake up the next morning with a new view of the world.
LINDSAY: I don't want a manfolk of my very own! They take up time and energy! You have to feed them and walk them and if you pay too much attention to the dancing boys the manfolk whines!
So things (in spite of the previous few weeks,) are going quite well. I am pretty sure that my last chemistry test was terrible, but I get to drop a grade so I'll be fine. I just love those tests when all the material is easy and yet the professor manages to make the test extraordinarily difficult... And by "love" I mean "hate with a burning passion of my SOUL."
Well, I'm off again to navigate the seas of college on my raft! Know that all is done in the pursuit of Lindsaytopia!
I really do feel quite guilty, but writing about it will merely take up precious time and space, and therefore, [insert "Blah blah blah I'm sorry for not writing" speech of your choice here.]
Let us go back, back into those mists of time, into the days long before the present. Of course, I'm talking about spring break.
Now, I had been pretty down before spring break, with the usual "woe, woe is me, I don't want to be here, when is spring break?" I'm pretty sure that is a symptom of all students around April/March. I had a Plan, y'all! It was a great Plan too.
I was going to go to the beach with Corinne and Erin, have tons of fun, lay out on the beach, go to St. Augustine, relax. And then I was going to come back to UGA refreshed and with an open mind, ready to soak up information like a lovely green sponge. (Yes, I would be a green sponge, just accept it.) But as is with most of my plans, this one failed.
Instead of coming back relaxed and refreshed, I came back as "Woe, woe is me, I don't want to be here, where did the beach go, and when is summer break?"
It was a sad state of affairs.
Spring break was simply to great. I spent a great deal of time dozing on the sunny beach, listening to the waves... I ignored my school work, because I had already decided that that is what I would do. I went to Universal Studios with the intrepid teenage sidekicks.
...I should stop talking about this, because I am going to fall into another depression from beach-lack.
Suffice it to say, it was super fantabulous.
I then came back to UGA, and began classes. I have been in a pretty terrible mood, with breaks of course, but it didn't really end until a few nights ago I was lying in bed feeling sorry, when I said to myself
LINDSAY: Self, get over it. You've got five more weeks, you should buck up.
SELF: But I don't wanna! I want to be emo and sit in a corner and cry fat tears that drip down my face ever so slowly and read Edgar Allen Poe!
LINDSAY: Am I going to have to slap somebody?
SELF: Well, now that you mention it perhaps it's time to take a more optimistic view of things.
LINDSAY: That's what I thought, self.
Besides, Erin has an inordinate amount of chinese tests, and an o-chem test today, which results in
ERIN: I'm going to die! I'm going to fail out of the honors program and then out of college and then I'm going to serve burgers at McDonald's and live on minimum wage and become a drunk and DIE!
CORINNE: This sounds slightly like someone else we know.
LINDSAY: I deny everything.
So yes, Erin and I both have a slight propensity for over-dramatization. And really, there's only room for one friend running about like a chicken with its head cut off. This week, Erin is the chicken.
This mood was not helped by the resurgence of late night girl woes, which are common nasty pitfalls in Girl World. They mainly consist of
STEREOTYPICAL GIRL: Woe, woe, woe is me! Why do I not have a manfolk of my very own?
Well, I am female, and thus fall into these pits of woe, but 98% of the time I wake up the next morning with a new view of the world.
LINDSAY: I don't want a manfolk of my very own! They take up time and energy! You have to feed them and walk them and if you pay too much attention to the dancing boys the manfolk whines!
So things (in spite of the previous few weeks,) are going quite well. I am pretty sure that my last chemistry test was terrible, but I get to drop a grade so I'll be fine. I just love those tests when all the material is easy and yet the professor manages to make the test extraordinarily difficult... And by "love" I mean "hate with a burning passion of my SOUL."
Well, I'm off again to navigate the seas of college on my raft! Know that all is done in the pursuit of Lindsaytopia!
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