There's a smile on my face...
I was sitting in chemistry lecture the other day, and I didn't know if I should start to laugh or cry. I realized the midterm is in little over a week, that I didn't understand anything from first semester, and that, in retrospect, the only reason I got the grade I did the first quarter was because the gods were smiling upon me. Literally. Even though I didn't think so at the time. So faced with all these sudden revelations, I did the only logical thing a girl in my position could do.
I called my mom. And I told her I was going to drop chem. Rather, I convinced her that quitting was the only conceivably logical thing for me to do. Why would she pay money for me to get a bad grade in something I didn't think was worth studying for? Then I decided I'd take up biology instead. This was all the second to last day before I could add/drop classes. So I had to e-mail the biology professor twice, telling him that I would enter each class bearing gifts, and that I promise him my first born son if he only lets me into the class. Despite those emails, I still had to go to his office hours to "convince" him. I convinced my mom. Why would it be hard to convince a crotchety old man?
But Dr. Strauss turned out to be a nice guy anyway. He thinks I'm deranged, especially when he found out I'm from California. "You must have a peculiar mentality to come all the way out to Chicago from there," is what he told me.
When I walked out of his office, suddenly all the trees were green and there were flowers all over the place. Plus, I was smiling like a nut because he let me into his class. This does mean that there's some catching up to do, but at least it's not catching up in chem. Plus, my chem ta wrote me a pretty nice e-mail back, and so I felt all right.
Umm, Thursday night I ushered at this concert with Cristopher O'Riley playing Radiohead songs on piano, and it was pretty fun. The next night I ushered when the Miro Quartet played with Christopher O'Riley, and that was great. That was after I went to see the polar bear run in the quad, which happens every year when a whole bunch of naked people run from Harper Library to the front gates. Way to go.
Today, I looked out of the window and there was a great big sheet of white. I couldn't even see the lake. So the only sane thing to do was to walk back from brunch on the longest route possible with Duece...or Sam. I think Duece. Anyway, it was really the longest way back from BJ to Shoreland. My eyeballs were going to pop out, and, well, we won't go into what was going on with my nose. The smartest thing we did was run across the highway when you couldn't even properly see the cars coming. And then we walked back for the international food festival later that evening.
Actually, now that I think of it, some pretty...surreal? out of the ordinary?...things have been happening all day.
1) The weather. It looks like a Yeti will be walking out at you any minute
2) On the way back from the international food festival we are walking back past Breckinridge hall when we hear:
"Hey! Do you guys want to participate in an event of epic proportions? It involves standing in a circle!!"
Well, really, what else is there to do on a Saturday night than to do something of epic proportionality? After standing around in a circle for a little bit, I guess the girl decided we didn't fit the proportions, and so we just continued on our walk.
3) After watching Secretary, I came back from discovering that a number really similar to mine has called me 7 times. This isn't the first time it's happened. But this time, this person left a message. I guess I should back up some.
About a month ago I started receiving text messages like:
"u can call me back any day now linsay!! i called mtv studios and they did check with MK and ashley and my sis jessica so we just need to hear from usher and jesse. so im flying into LA on friday.and im going to my sisters house in malibu then ill c u at mtv on tuesday.call me mz lohan as soon as u get this!!okay luv ya"
And I got another text message saying something like that too. So I did call her back, but I only got someone's voice mail saying she was Rita, so I didn't leave a message.
Anyway, tonight she left me a message saying something like "Hey sweetie, um, I really like your new nickname it doesn't exactly match you but you need to call me back um I talked to mtv studios...oh, I'm super sorry I'm calling you on tour, I'm really sorry...but call me back on my cell, oh did I mention you need to get a new nickname, cause...Rita doesn't exactly match mine, but you know what, neither does Adrianne for you"
So I feel pretty special now. Plus, a mystery person imed me. or something. Wow, my weekend has been so exciting.
AND I REPLACED MY KEYBOARD. I am a technical wonder!
I called my mom. And I told her I was going to drop chem. Rather, I convinced her that quitting was the only conceivably logical thing for me to do. Why would she pay money for me to get a bad grade in something I didn't think was worth studying for? Then I decided I'd take up biology instead. This was all the second to last day before I could add/drop classes. So I had to e-mail the biology professor twice, telling him that I would enter each class bearing gifts, and that I promise him my first born son if he only lets me into the class. Despite those emails, I still had to go to his office hours to "convince" him. I convinced my mom. Why would it be hard to convince a crotchety old man?
But Dr. Strauss turned out to be a nice guy anyway. He thinks I'm deranged, especially when he found out I'm from California. "You must have a peculiar mentality to come all the way out to Chicago from there," is what he told me.
When I walked out of his office, suddenly all the trees were green and there were flowers all over the place. Plus, I was smiling like a nut because he let me into his class. This does mean that there's some catching up to do, but at least it's not catching up in chem. Plus, my chem ta wrote me a pretty nice e-mail back, and so I felt all right.
Umm, Thursday night I ushered at this concert with Cristopher O'Riley playing Radiohead songs on piano, and it was pretty fun. The next night I ushered when the Miro Quartet played with Christopher O'Riley, and that was great. That was after I went to see the polar bear run in the quad, which happens every year when a whole bunch of naked people run from Harper Library to the front gates. Way to go.
Today, I looked out of the window and there was a great big sheet of white. I couldn't even see the lake. So the only sane thing to do was to walk back from brunch on the longest route possible with Duece...or Sam. I think Duece. Anyway, it was really the longest way back from BJ to Shoreland. My eyeballs were going to pop out, and, well, we won't go into what was going on with my nose. The smartest thing we did was run across the highway when you couldn't even properly see the cars coming. And then we walked back for the international food festival later that evening.
Actually, now that I think of it, some pretty...surreal? out of the ordinary?...things have been happening all day.
1) The weather. It looks like a Yeti will be walking out at you any minute
2) On the way back from the international food festival we are walking back past Breckinridge hall when we hear:
"Hey! Do you guys want to participate in an event of epic proportions? It involves standing in a circle!!"
Well, really, what else is there to do on a Saturday night than to do something of epic proportionality? After standing around in a circle for a little bit, I guess the girl decided we didn't fit the proportions, and so we just continued on our walk.
3) After watching Secretary, I came back from discovering that a number really similar to mine has called me 7 times. This isn't the first time it's happened. But this time, this person left a message. I guess I should back up some.
About a month ago I started receiving text messages like:
"u can call me back any day now linsay!! i called mtv studios and they did check with MK and ashley and my sis jessica so we just need to hear from usher and jesse. so im flying into LA on friday.and im going to my sisters house in malibu then ill c u at mtv on tuesday.call me mz lohan as soon as u get this!!okay luv ya"
And I got another text message saying something like that too. So I did call her back, but I only got someone's voice mail saying she was Rita, so I didn't leave a message.
Anyway, tonight she left me a message saying something like "Hey sweetie, um, I really like your new nickname it doesn't exactly match you but you need to call me back um I talked to mtv studios...oh, I'm super sorry I'm calling you on tour, I'm really sorry...but call me back on my cell, oh did I mention you need to get a new nickname, cause...Rita doesn't exactly match mine, but you know what, neither does Adrianne for you"
So I feel pretty special now. Plus, a mystery person imed me. or something. Wow, my weekend has been so exciting.
AND I REPLACED MY KEYBOARD. I am a technical wonder!