mathletenomore: (reading)
Lindsay was grinning at a card her parents had sent her. Not because of the heartfelt message written on it. It was the fifty dollar bill that fell out of the card she was most interested in. This was their birthday present to her.

There was also a care package. Well, it was a tin filled with chocolate chip cookies her mother had baked. There was also a note telling her to spend the money wisely. Lindsay just rolled her eyes slightly and laughed. Last year she had unwisely spent birthday money on fake IDs, which ended up being a bad investment. Her parents never found out about that as far as she knew. While it wasn't going to be spent foolishly like that again, it wasn't going toward her college fund either. She had plans.

She reached for a cookie and smiled. "Happy birthday to me."


[door and post open]
mathletenomore: (awake)
Lindsay had an odd day. It started out pretty good when she was offered the TA gig in Pop Culture. That was pretty cool. It got weird though when she got her first voice message of the day. She had no idea at all what that was about, but she returned the message anyway, hoping that misunderstanding was cleared up. The second message she got was equally odd and also angry. No way she was letting that go. The third one was at least from someone she knew. Otherwise, her reply might not have been as polite as it was.

These had to be the most bizarre and random phone calls she'd ever gotten in one day. That was probably because voicemail technology didn't exist yet back home.

Now she was in her bed listening to her mp3 player, hoping she would drift off to sleep soon.

[establishy linkdrop]
mathletenomore: (thinking)
Lindsay was glad to be back. Not that she hated being home. It had just been uneventful. Though she had successfully avoided running into Barry. That had been her main goal. She did hang out with her friends, at least. She even spent some time with Millie. She got some pretty nice gifts, too. Her parents had given her money. She appreciated that they understood she was old enough to pick out her own stuff. It was better than some hideous sweater she had been expecting. Sam had gotten her the latest, at that time, Journey album. On vinyl, of course. It was nice to have the appropriate version of the album to keep in her early eighties bedroom next to the record player.

Now that she was back, she decided to make a list of New Year's Resolutions. At least she attempted to. She got as far as writing 'be less cynical' before she crumpled the paper up and tossed it in the recycle bin. So much for that particular resolution. The best resolution for her was to just be herself. Or something.

[can be open]
mathletenomore: (aware)
Lindsay was doing some last minute packing. She was going home tomorrow for break, though she kind of wished she could stay here and hide. There was the slight risk that she could run into Barry Schweiber, and she really did not want to deal with that mess. Staying here would ensure it would be avoided.

Of course, her mother would be upset if she didn't go home for the holidays. The guilt trip would have been epic. She disappointed her parents so much already. She didn't want to end the year that way, too.


[open!]
mathletenomore: (acceptance)
Lindsay thought she was going to escape this day without having to sing. It was bad enough being a teenager who wasn't at all sure what paths she wanted to take in life. But to actually sing about it? Not exactly how she wanted to share her feelings. At least the lyrics were familiar and somewhat comforting.

cut for lyrics )

[can be open]
mathletenomore: (adorable)
Lindsay was very happy she was still a girl. That transformation, she was sure, would have majorly freaked her out. She was relieved not to have transformed into an animal also. At least Peter the pug seemed to be handling that okay. He couldn't actually tell her that since everything he said was in dog language.

"I think I'm going to order Chinese food. I'll share the chicken." Peter wagged his pug tail, a sign he liked this plan. He was so adorable this way. Awww.

"And then I should get you back to your room," Lindsay added, reaching for her phone so she could place the order.


[for the pug mentioned! Also the roomie if she'd like. SP very much expected.]
mathletenomore: (wistful)
After saying goodbye to Sam and her friends in front of house in the morning, and later her parents at the airport (which had been tearful, mostly on her mother's part), Lindsay finally returned to her room in the dorms with an extra suitcase. That was an indication that she'd be around for awhile.

She tuned into a classic rock station on the laptop she purchased recently and then began to unpack.

[open door and post]
mathletenomore: (subdued)
Lindsay couldn't deny that she had been envious these past few days. Watching people with their loved ones who had previously been deceased was a little hard. It made her wonder why her grandmother hadn't visited her.

"I really miss you," she said to a photograph of her grandmother holding her when she was a baby. "Why aren't you here?"

Maybe she really was disappointed for not living up to certain expectations. Lindsay tried to push that thought out of her mind. To cheer herself up, she started listening to her favorite Grateful Dead album on her new mp3 player. Usually she ended up dancing around, one of the few moments she allowed herself to be happy.

She didn't feel like dancing right now, though.

[can be open if you don't mind an emo girl]
mathletenomore: (in here somewhere)
Lindsay was a little bit on edge. Sometimes she felt that way for no other reason than being on a weird island in the future with aliens and magic users. That was enough of a reason, really.

cut for potentially illegal things... )

[establishly mostly, but omg I felt like I had to. can be open to roomie.]
mathletenomore: (disbelief)
Lindsay was still a little overwhelmed with everything she had been told about this place. She still wasn't quite sure what to believe. A phone call home seemed like the best option at the moment. Besides, she figured she should talk to her mother today of all days.

"Hi Mom," she said into the phone when her mother answered.

Apparently you sent me to 2010. To a place where magic and aliens exist. Where the weather consists of food for rain. Did I mention the gremlins?

That's what Lindsay wanted to say to her mother. Of course, she didn't want her parents sending her to an asylum next.

"Happy Mother's Day," she said instead. "Still mad?"

Her mother's voice was more comforting than it had been lately, so that was a good sign. After talking about the people she met and her roommate and her roommate's adorable dog, Lindsay hung up the phone, feeling somewhat less overwhelmed.

At least her first class starts tomorrow. A science class. Science was logical. Right?

[open post]

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