I'll be upfront. This is a rant post, almost related to Fortieth Post (I think). If you don't want to read a rant about Hulu, just hit the little x on the tab for this blog. I do feel a little bit bad about ranting. I mean, I can rant to real people; I don't need to full up the internet with my anger.
Oh, well.
I have a bone to pick with Hulu Plus.
As a rule, Hulu provides me with free television. When a show ends, the whole thing ends up on Hulu. Free and whatnot. All seasons. All. Of. Them.
My obsession with Legend of the Seeker will be on standby for a while, at least until I can afford season 2 on DVD.
F***ers. I adored that show (*coughCraigHornerisreallyhotcough*) and now a small joy that is rather too large is gone.
Gone!
Those f***ers stole my television show! It should all be on there! ALL OF IT!
I'm not paying a cent, and I should get to see all of these episodes! The show is over! WANT!
Oh, Hulu Plus has it?
Newsflash: I HAVE NO MONEY!
Well, not literally since I got some for Christmas, but that's all going to my jan term class.
No. Money. Hear me, Hulu? I don't have the money to pay for these television shows! Your job is to provide me with free television shows, not to make money!
Oye. All of Heroes is online -- all freaking four seasons -- but only one of the two seasons of Legend of the Seeker is up for free?
What.
The.
F***.
What the f***, Hulu? Why do you deprive me of my Craig Horner? This might force me to find a hot guy in real life! How can I function like that?
In real life, I'm not very interesting. I can make any situation awkward, and I never know what to say to people.
Television shows are an escape for me.
This might make me face real life. And I don't want to deal with that now.
27 December 2010
19 December 2010
Forty Fourth Post
Hello, y'all.
I'm not actually from the south, I'm just high on sugar again. This is how I spend my time -- I get home with great plans for what I'm going to do over break (figure out why I can't sleep), and then I go over to my friend's house and eat sugar until midnight.
It may be a very long night. I plan to start my little sleep journal thing tomorrow.
In the meantime, I had a cuddly cat leaning against my arm until my watch fell off the other side of the chair and distracted him. I have a sugar buzz, good friends that like me and laugh with me, and a really freaking nice computer (which needs cleaning. I kind of rest my left thumb on the space bar all the time and shift my right hand around a little more than I do the left, so there's a large grease spot under my thumb. This is not okay with me.). I also have Jack Sparrow socks and stripey magic socks.
My sugar buzz comes from my friend's house, since he wanted a gathering of all his friends that he's known since middle school and hasn't seen since they left for their freshman years this September. Unfortunately, one of his closest friends is kind of my ex-boyfriend. I have some very bad memories from that, and the guy is kind of insufferable anyway. I dread hanging out with him. He's not depressed any more, and I don't hate him any more, but it's still rough on me. I don't enjoy his company.
Hence my socks. I believe that socks make or break the day, so I have several pairs of what I consider to be "awesome socks" (I stopped calling them "fabulous" after I had some disturbing mental images of men flipping their hands). There's a pair of black and light grey stripey socks that remind me inexplicably of Harry Potter and magic. These are for everyday wear, since they are sturdy, fairly good quality, and come up above my hiking boots that I wear everywhere.
My favourite pair of socks EH-VER is my Jack Sparrow socks. I can post pictures if the demand is great. Below the ankle, black with grey pattern (Jack Sparrow's face) and a random Chinese-ish character in metallic yellow (gold isn't the right colour; these are from Walmart), they make me really freaking happy. They are, unfortunately, falling apart, so I wear them only at the utmost end of need.
The utmost end of need involves ochem, as a rule, stress, Fridays, finals, and people I can't stand.
With my Jack Sparrow socks, I am invincible. Ochem can't get me down, finals can't break my spirit, and nothing my ex can say will get under my skin, because I am wearing Jack Sparrow socks.
I'm not actually from the south, I'm just high on sugar again. This is how I spend my time -- I get home with great plans for what I'm going to do over break (figure out why I can't sleep), and then I go over to my friend's house and eat sugar until midnight.
It may be a very long night. I plan to start my little sleep journal thing tomorrow.
In the meantime, I had a cuddly cat leaning against my arm until my watch fell off the other side of the chair and distracted him. I have a sugar buzz, good friends that like me and laugh with me, and a really freaking nice computer (which needs cleaning. I kind of rest my left thumb on the space bar all the time and shift my right hand around a little more than I do the left, so there's a large grease spot under my thumb. This is not okay with me.). I also have Jack Sparrow socks and stripey magic socks.
My sugar buzz comes from my friend's house, since he wanted a gathering of all his friends that he's known since middle school and hasn't seen since they left for their freshman years this September. Unfortunately, one of his closest friends is kind of my ex-boyfriend. I have some very bad memories from that, and the guy is kind of insufferable anyway. I dread hanging out with him. He's not depressed any more, and I don't hate him any more, but it's still rough on me. I don't enjoy his company.
Hence my socks. I believe that socks make or break the day, so I have several pairs of what I consider to be "awesome socks" (I stopped calling them "fabulous" after I had some disturbing mental images of men flipping their hands). There's a pair of black and light grey stripey socks that remind me inexplicably of Harry Potter and magic. These are for everyday wear, since they are sturdy, fairly good quality, and come up above my hiking boots that I wear everywhere.
My favourite pair of socks EH-VER is my Jack Sparrow socks. I can post pictures if the demand is great. Below the ankle, black with grey pattern (Jack Sparrow's face) and a random Chinese-ish character in metallic yellow (gold isn't the right colour; these are from Walmart), they make me really freaking happy. They are, unfortunately, falling apart, so I wear them only at the utmost end of need.
The utmost end of need involves ochem, as a rule, stress, Fridays, finals, and people I can't stand.
With my Jack Sparrow socks, I am invincible. Ochem can't get me down, finals can't break my spirit, and nothing my ex can say will get under my skin, because I am wearing Jack Sparrow socks.
16 December 2010
Forty Third Post
It is... getting late. I have one final left, at 15.30 Friday. And then I am done with Fall Term 2010. Done with 2010, really.
And then, of course, I go home Saturday before 0700. I am not pleased, but I'll get home quickly, I guess.
I don't remember if I mentioned it, but I can't have stimulants in the hours between waking up and falling asleep. Otherwise, I'm up until 0400 wanting to be asleep so badly, but totally unable to shut down my brain. I also don't remember if I told you all about the time I unwittingly drank green tea with mint in it the night before a german exam, but mint is the one thing I've found that never fails to knock me out mentally. It turns my brain to mush (green tea makes me hyper, so I was tripping pretty badly that night) and allows me to sleep.
I have a small hoard of mint tea now. Just mint, nothing added. It does the job.
I had to have three cups of it last night. First, I just couldn't fall asleep, so I had to make another around 01.30. Then. Oh, then what.
There was a f**king fire alarm at 3 f**king AM.
By the time I got back to my room at 03.30, I was wide awake from standing out in the sub-zero (Celsius) weather in pyjama pants, tank top, jacket, and hiking boots without socks for half an hour. Obviously, I started texting my friends angrily about how I was planning to kill whoever woke me up before an 0800 final. Then I made another cup of tea, grumbling angrily, and eventually fell back asleep.
I'm also a bundle of nerves from the odd behaviour of my course handbook. I'm planning to study abroad next year, but that's tricky as a science major. I need specific courses, so I'm fitting my schedule around those that I would prefer to take. Sure, it wouldn't be the end of the world if I had to take Developmental Biology instead of Advanced Cell Biology, but as someone who wants to go into disease research, I care more about the cellular and molecular level of things than the thing itself. Advanced Cell is far more interesting to me that Developmental would be, I think. I'd still graduate, and I'm sure I could take all the cell biology I wanted in graduate school, but I'd rather take it now and be able to know for sure if this is really what I want to do with my life.
My handbook lied to me. It's been giving me the wrong semesters for classes, and that's really important. So I've been emailing some biology professors, usually around bedtime, so I get nervous about whether I have the prereqs or the proper semester picked to travel.
Whoo. We'll see how this all pans out.
In the meantime, I'm going to ignore the fact that I have a final tomorrow (for the time being) and go to bed.
Goodnight.
P.S.
I've taken to wearing my pyjama pants to every final, and I definitely had a "I'm wearing my purple plaid flannel pants to class and you (the world at large) can't make me change!" moment. I love these pants.
And then, of course, I go home Saturday before 0700. I am not pleased, but I'll get home quickly, I guess.
I don't remember if I mentioned it, but I can't have stimulants in the hours between waking up and falling asleep. Otherwise, I'm up until 0400 wanting to be asleep so badly, but totally unable to shut down my brain. I also don't remember if I told you all about the time I unwittingly drank green tea with mint in it the night before a german exam, but mint is the one thing I've found that never fails to knock me out mentally. It turns my brain to mush (green tea makes me hyper, so I was tripping pretty badly that night) and allows me to sleep.
I have a small hoard of mint tea now. Just mint, nothing added. It does the job.
I had to have three cups of it last night. First, I just couldn't fall asleep, so I had to make another around 01.30. Then. Oh, then what.
There was a f**king fire alarm at 3 f**king AM.
By the time I got back to my room at 03.30, I was wide awake from standing out in the sub-zero (Celsius) weather in pyjama pants, tank top, jacket, and hiking boots without socks for half an hour. Obviously, I started texting my friends angrily about how I was planning to kill whoever woke me up before an 0800 final. Then I made another cup of tea, grumbling angrily, and eventually fell back asleep.
I'm also a bundle of nerves from the odd behaviour of my course handbook. I'm planning to study abroad next year, but that's tricky as a science major. I need specific courses, so I'm fitting my schedule around those that I would prefer to take. Sure, it wouldn't be the end of the world if I had to take Developmental Biology instead of Advanced Cell Biology, but as someone who wants to go into disease research, I care more about the cellular and molecular level of things than the thing itself. Advanced Cell is far more interesting to me that Developmental would be, I think. I'd still graduate, and I'm sure I could take all the cell biology I wanted in graduate school, but I'd rather take it now and be able to know for sure if this is really what I want to do with my life.
My handbook lied to me. It's been giving me the wrong semesters for classes, and that's really important. So I've been emailing some biology professors, usually around bedtime, so I get nervous about whether I have the prereqs or the proper semester picked to travel.
Whoo. We'll see how this all pans out.
In the meantime, I'm going to ignore the fact that I have a final tomorrow (for the time being) and go to bed.
Goodnight.
P.S.
I've taken to wearing my pyjama pants to every final, and I definitely had a "I'm wearing my purple plaid flannel pants to class and you (the world at large) can't make me change!" moment. I love these pants.
12 December 2010
Forty Second Post
Three posts in... two days? I think my perception of time is pretty screwed up. Anyway.
This is a for real post. No "Hey, you lot should check out this stuff that I think is cool!" nonsense.
This is a post about my bathroom.
This is a for real post. No "Hey, you lot should check out this stuff that I think is cool!" nonsense.
This is a post about my bathroom.
So. My dorm is unique on campus in that people live in "pods" composed of six to twelve (thirteen this year, actually) people living normally in one to three-person rooms (possibly four, depending... I don't really know). Each pod has a main room and a bathroom. It's a pretty swank building, other than the whole hot water thing, with nice tall ceilings and, hey, your own bathroom. Except the bathroom kind of needs to be cleaned. So the price we pay for swank rooms and not enough hot water is cleaning the bathrooms. My pod just goes by room each week- pod C started because we volunteered, then pod A, then B, then C, then A...
My roommate hates sweeping and mopping, so I do that. In return for not having to sweep, mop, or take out the trash, she does the rest -- toilets, showers, counter, mirror.
The trouble with a girls' pod is that, while we're pretty good about not peeing on the seat, we leave a lot of hair on the floor.
My roommate hates sweeping and mopping, so I do that. In return for not having to sweep, mop, or take out the trash, she does the rest -- toilets, showers, counter, mirror.
The trouble with a girls' pod is that, while we're pretty good about not peeing on the seat, we leave a lot of hair on the floor.
That's a picture of the dust and hair that I swept up this week. Please note that the trash can has no liner.
But I don't really mind sweeping. It's easy enough, and the broom is okay. Actually, we have two brooms.
So you can't actually see both brooms, but there's another one hiding behind the big yellow one. You can kind of see the grey handle lurking around back there. The black handle is the next thing I'm going to cover.
That black handle belongs to a mop.
This is the mop from hell. It is the stupidest design for a mop in the history of mops. See how all the hair and dust that the broom misses can not get picked up, but rather shoved around the floor?
That black handle belongs to a mop.
This is the mop from hell. It is the stupidest design for a mop in the history of mops. See how all the hair and dust that the broom misses can not get picked up, but rather shoved around the floor?
That handle thing is for squeezing the water out of the mop. That much works pretty well.
That's the thing that's supposed to make the mop longer. Unfortunately, it's breaking. It didn't work anyway. Any pressure applied to the elongated handle would just shove it back down into itself.
Shortest mop ever. I hate it so much. I'll blame my back problems later in life on it, since I have to bend almost double to use it efficiently. See how it's much shorter than the brooms? Yeah.
I did mention that the mop is not optimally designed for mopping up residual dust and hair, but it actually grabs a surprisingly large amount and deposits it in the mop bucket.
Sorry, roommate. Now you have to clean this out of the shower...
All that black stuff wasn't there before.
Speaking of showers, they're pretty neat.
See? Very similar to the showers that grown ups in the real world use. Unfortunately, our showers have just one curtain. I'm really not close enough friends with my podmates to be okay with them walking in on me stark naked. We all seem to feel the same way, so there is a general caution about opening the bathroom door.
Actually, I'm really not very close to any of my podmates, which makes using the sinks a bit awkward sometimes.
Here's why:
We have this giant counter, with two sinks. Two sinks is plenty for six people, make no mistake, but we only have one soap dispenser. As you can see, it's right in between the sinks, just out of reach for both.
In case you're wondering, the writing on the mirror is a note from our RA telling us to sign up for the "end-of-semester deep cleaning" involving all podmates, or else.
And that's my bathroom.
That's the thing that's supposed to make the mop longer. Unfortunately, it's breaking. It didn't work anyway. Any pressure applied to the elongated handle would just shove it back down into itself.
Shortest mop ever. I hate it so much. I'll blame my back problems later in life on it, since I have to bend almost double to use it efficiently. See how it's much shorter than the brooms? Yeah.
I did mention that the mop is not optimally designed for mopping up residual dust and hair, but it actually grabs a surprisingly large amount and deposits it in the mop bucket.
Sorry, roommate. Now you have to clean this out of the shower...
All that black stuff wasn't there before.
Speaking of showers, they're pretty neat.
See? Very similar to the showers that grown ups in the real world use. Unfortunately, our showers have just one curtain. I'm really not close enough friends with my podmates to be okay with them walking in on me stark naked. We all seem to feel the same way, so there is a general caution about opening the bathroom door.
Actually, I'm really not very close to any of my podmates, which makes using the sinks a bit awkward sometimes.
Here's why:
We have this giant counter, with two sinks. Two sinks is plenty for six people, make no mistake, but we only have one soap dispenser. As you can see, it's right in between the sinks, just out of reach for both.
In case you're wondering, the writing on the mirror is a note from our RA telling us to sign up for the "end-of-semester deep cleaning" involving all podmates, or else.
And that's my bathroom.
Forty First Post
This is just a quicky edit for the Fortieth Post.
I came across Alex Day (a.k.a. neriman) via "Reasoning With Vampires", a tumblr by Dana that picks apart Stephanie Meyers' grammar and relationship ideals.
Also, you should most definitely look up "charlieissocoollike" on youtube. Charlie is, interestingly enough, in a band with Alex Day, and his videos are hilarious. Also, the band, Sons of Admirals, is very good. Look 'em up on iTunes.
God, now I feel like an advert for all my favourite websites. Oh, well.
I came across Alex Day (a.k.a. neriman) via "Reasoning With Vampires", a tumblr by Dana that picks apart Stephanie Meyers' grammar and relationship ideals.
Also, you should most definitely look up "charlieissocoollike" on youtube. Charlie is, interestingly enough, in a band with Alex Day, and his videos are hilarious. Also, the band, Sons of Admirals, is very good. Look 'em up on iTunes.
God, now I feel like an advert for all my favourite websites. Oh, well.
11 December 2010
Fortieth Post
First, I have discovered a few things on the internets.
1. Records of a Mad Scientist. JW, a biochemistry graduate student from Indiana, winds up teaching (which she never wanted to do) at a state school in America's Midwest.
2. Alex Day ("nerimon") on Youtube. Just a guy with a camera and internet access who is also a skillful singer-songwriter and a hilarious dude. Also, I have to say as an American that his accent is fascinating. I sometimes suspect that I have an unnatural obsession with British accents, but I think it might just be one of those "American things". Anyway, enough about my obsessions. Look up nerimon's channel on youtube. (the people to whom he links are also pretty cool)
Oh hey, you know that I'm American now. Oh, well.
3. The Legend of the Seeker. A scifi/fantasy television series about a normal guy thrust into another life by a prophecy. It's absolutely amazing, at least thus far, with good acting and a worthy script. See if you can guess who played the Mouth of Sauron from the extended version of the Return of the King (from Lord of the Rings, and if you really didn't know... I have nothing to say to you). All the episodes are up on Hulu because it ended, but why should I care? I don't have a television, not to mention cable/satellite/whathaveyou.
You may or may not know (I can't be expected to remember all I've told you, can I?) that I'm also obsessed with two other television shows- Heroes and Sanctuary. I think Heroes might be over, so all the seasons might be up on Hulu. Sanctuary is not over, Gott sei Dank, but it's on a very weird upload schedule.
I recall saying at the beginning of this blog that I had no interest in Harry Potter or Twilight, two things that seem to drag other sites down.
That is now a lie. I have read Harry Potter, and I enjoyed them immensely. Check out Mark Reads Harry Potter if you want a chapter-by-chapter review of all seven books; it's hilarious and enjoyable if you've already read the books. I have also-
I don't really want to tell you. It's kind of embarrassing.
Actually, I've told no one. Not roommate, not best friend (who I text because he's at another school), not close girl friend. I think I might even have the library people in the dark about it.
...not that I check it out, I just lurk back to my little study cubicle with no power outlet for my laptop (the darling thing) and then leave it there when it's time to go.
Nope, not telling. If you guess, more power to ya. You can win 10 internets.
Okay. So a funny thing that happened was I was in the Target near my school looking for... I think I was looking for chocolate, socks, and shampoo. Oh, and a Christmas present for my roommate. Anyway. My best friend is a freshman in college and an overachiever. I mean, the man wants to be a surgeon, so he kind of has to be an overachiever, but I think that high school was too easy for him. Now, however, he is in college.
I was just going along, browsing through random stuff, when I got a text message that made me laugh so hard that I had to sit down under a clothes rack.
Here it is, exactly as it appeared on my dumbphone screen.
"Ohmygoodnessit'sthu
rsdayandfinalsarene
xtweekpanictimei'mgoi
ngtofailatlifeandendu
pasabumonthestreet
sellingcracktokidstos
upportmyselfuntilthe
mexicanskillme"
(character limit)
"becauseidon'tspeaks
panishandallbecausei
failedmycalculusexam
firstquarteroffreshm
anyear!"
Picture me, sitting under a clothes rack in target, laughing at a text from my friend who is worried about becoming a bum selling crack to kids until mexicans kill him, all because he failed a calculus exam.
Well, you can't picture me because you don't have my picture. Okay. Picture a 20-year-old girl, er, woman now that I'm over 18 (and have been for two years...), with long brown hair, blue jeans, a green shirt, hiking boots, and a black jacket sitting under a clothes rack in target, laughing at a text from my friend who is worried about becoming a bum selling crack to kids until Mexicans kill him, all because he failed a calculus exam.
Poor guy. I gave up worrying about finals when the kids in one of my high school classes discovered that one would need to totally fail an exam worth 10% of the grade to really affect one's grade that much. Oddly, I do much better when I'm under pressure, so I'm not too worried.
Well, I am worried about the fact that most of my finals are at 0800 next week. I am not pleased one bit.
And now it's well after 0400 -- more like 0500 anymore -- and I was trying to reset my sleep schedule so that I won't die during my 0800 finals. Oh, well... So much for that. I'm still getting up at 1000 tomorrow to study for my hell classes.
Also, if you get a chance and you're as unfamiliar with German Christmas (or "Winter Holiday Season") traditions as I am, look up "Krampus" in Google Images.
Just Do It. You will never see Santa Claus the same way (get your filthy minds out of the gutter. I didn't mean it like that).
Okay. Goodnight. I do not even remember why I was writing this. But it's awesome.
1. Records of a Mad Scientist. JW, a biochemistry graduate student from Indiana, winds up teaching (which she never wanted to do) at a state school in America's Midwest.
2. Alex Day ("nerimon") on Youtube. Just a guy with a camera and internet access who is also a skillful singer-songwriter and a hilarious dude. Also, I have to say as an American that his accent is fascinating. I sometimes suspect that I have an unnatural obsession with British accents, but I think it might just be one of those "American things". Anyway, enough about my obsessions. Look up nerimon's channel on youtube. (the people to whom he links are also pretty cool)
Oh hey, you know that I'm American now. Oh, well.
3. The Legend of the Seeker. A scifi/fantasy television series about a normal guy thrust into another life by a prophecy. It's absolutely amazing, at least thus far, with good acting and a worthy script. See if you can guess who played the Mouth of Sauron from the extended version of the Return of the King (from Lord of the Rings, and if you really didn't know... I have nothing to say to you). All the episodes are up on Hulu because it ended, but why should I care? I don't have a television, not to mention cable/satellite/whathaveyou.
You may or may not know (I can't be expected to remember all I've told you, can I?) that I'm also obsessed with two other television shows- Heroes and Sanctuary. I think Heroes might be over, so all the seasons might be up on Hulu. Sanctuary is not over, Gott sei Dank, but it's on a very weird upload schedule.
I recall saying at the beginning of this blog that I had no interest in Harry Potter or Twilight, two things that seem to drag other sites down.
That is now a lie. I have read Harry Potter, and I enjoyed them immensely. Check out Mark Reads Harry Potter if you want a chapter-by-chapter review of all seven books; it's hilarious and enjoyable if you've already read the books. I have also-
I don't really want to tell you. It's kind of embarrassing.
Actually, I've told no one. Not roommate, not best friend (who I text because he's at another school), not close girl friend. I think I might even have the library people in the dark about it.
...not that I check it out, I just lurk back to my little study cubicle with no power outlet for my laptop (the darling thing) and then leave it there when it's time to go.
Nope, not telling. If you guess, more power to ya. You can win 10 internets.
Okay. So a funny thing that happened was I was in the Target near my school looking for... I think I was looking for chocolate, socks, and shampoo. Oh, and a Christmas present for my roommate. Anyway. My best friend is a freshman in college and an overachiever. I mean, the man wants to be a surgeon, so he kind of has to be an overachiever, but I think that high school was too easy for him. Now, however, he is in college.
I was just going along, browsing through random stuff, when I got a text message that made me laugh so hard that I had to sit down under a clothes rack.
Here it is, exactly as it appeared on my dumbphone screen.
"Ohmygoodnessit'sthu
rsdayandfinalsarene
xtweekpanictimei'mgoi
ngtofailatlifeandendu
pasabumonthestreet
sellingcracktokidstos
upportmyselfuntilthe
mexicanskillme"
(character limit)
"becauseidon'tspeaks
panishandallbecausei
failedmycalculusexam
firstquarteroffreshm
anyear!"
Picture me, sitting under a clothes rack in target, laughing at a text from my friend who is worried about becoming a bum selling crack to kids until mexicans kill him, all because he failed a calculus exam.
Well, you can't picture me because you don't have my picture. Okay. Picture a 20-year-old girl, er, woman now that I'm over 18 (and have been for two years...), with long brown hair, blue jeans, a green shirt, hiking boots, and a black jacket sitting under a clothes rack in target, laughing at a text from my friend who is worried about becoming a bum selling crack to kids until Mexicans kill him, all because he failed a calculus exam.
Poor guy. I gave up worrying about finals when the kids in one of my high school classes discovered that one would need to totally fail an exam worth 10% of the grade to really affect one's grade that much. Oddly, I do much better when I'm under pressure, so I'm not too worried.
Well, I am worried about the fact that most of my finals are at 0800 next week. I am not pleased one bit.
And now it's well after 0400 -- more like 0500 anymore -- and I was trying to reset my sleep schedule so that I won't die during my 0800 finals. Oh, well... So much for that. I'm still getting up at 1000 tomorrow to study for my hell classes.
Also, if you get a chance and you're as unfamiliar with German Christmas (or "Winter Holiday Season") traditions as I am, look up "Krampus" in Google Images.
Just Do It. You will never see Santa Claus the same way (get your filthy minds out of the gutter. I didn't mean it like that).
Okay. Goodnight. I do not even remember why I was writing this. But it's awesome.
05 December 2010
Thirty Ninth Post
Hey, gang.
Sorry. One of my professor's email style is rubbing off on me.
Anyway, guess what!
That's right, I have a measly week until finals! They are all at 0800 except for the last one, which will be at 1530 on Friday 17 December.
Naturally.
In other news, I have a nomination for "sexiest thing (not person) ever"
Ready?
German accents.
20 November 2010
Thirty Eighth Post
It is very late here, and I'm watching Star Wars V.
I realise that I just posted. But I really have nothing better to do. And this topic didn't really fit in with my last one, not that this usually bothers me.
Thirty Sixth Post was partly about my new stalker.
Thirty Eighth Post will be about her again, but in a different sense. It will also be about privacy violations and my need to feel validated.
First, privacy.
Here's a slightly rhetorical question: when you are sitting next to someone who has his or her mobile out, do you read whatever is on the screen of the aforementioned mobile?
No. No, you do not. You quietly avert your eyes and do something else that doesn't involve furtively watching your friend text.
This reaction has been confirmed by both my liberal roommate and my conservative vegetarian friend.
Onto my stalker.
She loves to psychoanalyse things. Unfortunately for me, she has this habit of over-analysing trivial things and refusing to analyse important things. So when I wasn't feeling talkative, she assumed I was mad at her.
Thanks to her reaction to my supposed irritation, I did in fact become irritated. But since lecture was due to start in about five minutes, I deferred my irritation. We sat in stony silence until two minutes before lecture, at which point she angrily demanded to know what was wrong.
Two minutes before lecture is not the time to start a discussion that can only end by examining the deepest levels of our personalities and discovering that they do not mesh.
My mental image of "huffy" is based on her reaction to my postponement of the argument. She kind of snorts, then her shoulders roll, her chest heaves angrily, and she tosses her hair.
Fortunately for me, I've managed to convince myself that I don't care what she thinks about me.
This brings us to my final topic: my need for validation.
I don't hang out with girls that much. My best friends are usually guys. I do have a lot more female friends on campus, thanks to living with twenty of them for nine months, but none of them imposed their friendship on me.
When I hang out with girls (especially those from high school), I always feel inadequate. I'm not horribly graceful in social situations; I don't do much shopping for clothes and makeup and purses. I'm not in very good shape, and I'm not exactly a stunning beauty.
But around my male friends, none of that matters (oddly enough). They don't make me feel unfeminine and awkward, or like I'm not putting enough effort into the friendship, or like I should spend more time with them because I'm neglecting them.
I'm finding that my new friends are much better at accepting people at face value and letting them be themselves without imposing restricting expectations upon them. This is why some of my favourite people are girls from my hall last year.
My best friends respect my desire to be independent and ask nothing of me except that I be friends with them.
I realise that I just posted. But I really have nothing better to do. And this topic didn't really fit in with my last one, not that this usually bothers me.
Thirty Sixth Post was partly about my new stalker.
Thirty Eighth Post will be about her again, but in a different sense. It will also be about privacy violations and my need to feel validated.
First, privacy.
Here's a slightly rhetorical question: when you are sitting next to someone who has his or her mobile out, do you read whatever is on the screen of the aforementioned mobile?
No. No, you do not. You quietly avert your eyes and do something else that doesn't involve furtively watching your friend text.
This reaction has been confirmed by both my liberal roommate and my conservative vegetarian friend.
Onto my stalker.
She loves to psychoanalyse things. Unfortunately for me, she has this habit of over-analysing trivial things and refusing to analyse important things. So when I wasn't feeling talkative, she assumed I was mad at her.
Thanks to her reaction to my supposed irritation, I did in fact become irritated. But since lecture was due to start in about five minutes, I deferred my irritation. We sat in stony silence until two minutes before lecture, at which point she angrily demanded to know what was wrong.
Two minutes before lecture is not the time to start a discussion that can only end by examining the deepest levels of our personalities and discovering that they do not mesh.
My mental image of "huffy" is based on her reaction to my postponement of the argument. She kind of snorts, then her shoulders roll, her chest heaves angrily, and she tosses her hair.
Fortunately for me, I've managed to convince myself that I don't care what she thinks about me.
This brings us to my final topic: my need for validation.
I don't hang out with girls that much. My best friends are usually guys. I do have a lot more female friends on campus, thanks to living with twenty of them for nine months, but none of them imposed their friendship on me.
When I hang out with girls (especially those from high school), I always feel inadequate. I'm not horribly graceful in social situations; I don't do much shopping for clothes and makeup and purses. I'm not in very good shape, and I'm not exactly a stunning beauty.
But around my male friends, none of that matters (oddly enough). They don't make me feel unfeminine and awkward, or like I'm not putting enough effort into the friendship, or like I should spend more time with them because I'm neglecting them.
I'm finding that my new friends are much better at accepting people at face value and letting them be themselves without imposing restricting expectations upon them. This is why some of my favourite people are girls from my hall last year.
My best friends respect my desire to be independent and ask nothing of me except that I be friends with them.
Thirty Seventh Post
Fun fact of the day: friction-pin watch bands are difficult to adjust.
I got a screaming deal on a fancy european-made watch (the instructions are in german first!) that is simple and still classy-looking.
It took 32 days to arrive.
The company through which I ordered it might be based in Canada, since they sent it through Canada Post with an invalid tracking number.
But, to my great joy, a little red rectangle of paper arrived in my mail slot today!
Bam! New watch!
Once I finally got the little stickers and papers off it and got the time and date set, I tried it on.
After clasping it around my left wrist, I noticed a flaw.
It slid off my hand.
Long story short, pushpins, safety pins, and my paperclip won't push the nasty little pins out of the links. And the closest store that might resize it for me will only do it for $10. Which I don't really have now.
Fortunately, Thanksgiving break is coming up. I am going home, stressing out over my meals , and conning my parents into buying things for me.
PS. Regarding meals: it ain't easy eating greens, at least not when the rest of my family eats almost exclusively meat for Thanksgiving. Fortunately, my vegetarian friend has suggested that I come over and eat his food. I felt that this could be awkward, but he assured me that random people come over for Thanksgiving dinner at his house all the time.
I was... flattered.
In any case, his mom loves me and his dad seems to be fond of me as well, so I won't feel unwelcome. Pressured to marry their son, probably, but not unwanted.
I got a screaming deal on a fancy european-made watch (the instructions are in german first!) that is simple and still classy-looking.
It took 32 days to arrive.
The company through which I ordered it might be based in Canada, since they sent it through Canada Post with an invalid tracking number.
But, to my great joy, a little red rectangle of paper arrived in my mail slot today!
Bam! New watch!
Once I finally got the little stickers and papers off it and got the time and date set, I tried it on.
After clasping it around my left wrist, I noticed a flaw.
It slid off my hand.
Long story short, pushpins, safety pins, and my paperclip won't push the nasty little pins out of the links. And the closest store that might resize it for me will only do it for $10. Which I don't really have now.
Fortunately, Thanksgiving break is coming up. I am going home, stressing out over my meals , and conning my parents into buying things for me.
PS. Regarding meals: it ain't easy eating greens, at least not when the rest of my family eats almost exclusively meat for Thanksgiving. Fortunately, my vegetarian friend has suggested that I come over and eat his food. I felt that this could be awkward, but he assured me that random people come over for Thanksgiving dinner at his house all the time.
I was... flattered.
In any case, his mom loves me and his dad seems to be fond of me as well, so I won't feel unwelcome. Pressured to marry their son, probably, but not unwanted.
07 November 2010
Thirty Sixth Post
I must say that this year is quite different from last year. First off, I'm passing my exams. Secondly, I live in a different dorm with different people and a different roommate. Thirdly, my stalker is someone I already knew instead of a total stranger that my roommate tried to hook me up with. With whom my roommate tried to hook me up.
It's odd. I've had at least two exams in every class, except karate which just had a midterm, and I've passed every single one of them.
I'm beginning to wonder what's wrong with me. By this time last year, I had totally and utterly failed... 2 in physics and... I want to say 1 in biology. I'm not positive about the biology one, though, since I have forgotten most of it anyway. But this year...
I got an A on the first organic chemistry exam. A on the first german exam. A on the first Core 150 exam. A on the first old testament exam. Then the second round of exams came up: B in german, B in old testament, A in core, B in organic.
I do not know what has happened, but it will probably fix itself within the next few months.
My living accommodations are quite different and none of my former hallmates live on my floor. Also, I don't talk to my podmates except for my roommate who is a very social person most of the time.
Now for my new stalker. She's probably my best girl friend from high school.
She drives me insane. She fits perfectly into all levels social terrorism drawn up by Hyperbole and a Half's Allie Brosh. (By the way, she is probably my favourite online person, so I might want to ask her if I can link to her post... Whatever. She will understand.)
This is why I don't talk to the girls I knew in high school. They drive me nuts. And now this one that tries to control my life as a matter of course is here.
At my school.
Less than seven minutes away from me at any given point. Okay, twelve at the most.
We have a class together. I regularly want to kill myself in that class. It's not that it's not interesting (which it's not), or that it's a huge, massive lecture that gets far too warm (which it is), it's that she comes in and insists upon sitting next to me.
It's not that I don't like her, it's just that I now prefer to spend time with non-her people that don't try to control me.
Those people include myself, which she takes to mean that I'm not hanging out with anyone and thus must desire her companionship.
I do not require constant company. In fact, I require that there not be constant company. "Company" here means someone actually sitting near me and trying to make conversation. I enjoy spending most of my time in the campus coffee shoppe, at a table all by myself, having a quiet "zen" moment of contemplation of the deliciousness of my coffee and/or scone.
One Wednesday after a break that extended from thursday night to monday night and on which I had spent half my waking hours in her company, she interrupted my breakfast.
Yes, it is true. I could hardly believe it myself. Add that to the fact that I was sick and had been for a good three-quarters of the weekend, and you have the recipe for eye-twitching on a massive scale.
It all came to a head when she started being snippy. She wanted to hang out (again) on a saturday night when I was enjoying some alone time with homework that I hated, and texted me three times within a five-minute period as well as calling me.
I hate phone calls and she knows it. So I rejected it.
I then rather firmly told her that I was enjoying some alone time, at which point she was very snippy indeed. But I didn't care- I was too jacked up on the coffee I shouldn't have had and adrenaline.
So I started ignoring her texts. Life is so much more peaceful when I ignore her texts.
Moral of the post- passing exams is for sophomores and mobile phones make life hell.
It's odd. I've had at least two exams in every class, except karate which just had a midterm, and I've passed every single one of them.
I'm beginning to wonder what's wrong with me. By this time last year, I had totally and utterly failed... 2 in physics and... I want to say 1 in biology. I'm not positive about the biology one, though, since I have forgotten most of it anyway. But this year...
I got an A on the first organic chemistry exam. A on the first german exam. A on the first Core 150 exam. A on the first old testament exam. Then the second round of exams came up: B in german, B in old testament, A in core, B in organic.
I do not know what has happened, but it will probably fix itself within the next few months.
My living accommodations are quite different and none of my former hallmates live on my floor. Also, I don't talk to my podmates except for my roommate who is a very social person most of the time.
Now for my new stalker. She's probably my best girl friend from high school.
She drives me insane. She fits perfectly into all levels social terrorism drawn up by Hyperbole and a Half's Allie Brosh. (By the way, she is probably my favourite online person, so I might want to ask her if I can link to her post... Whatever. She will understand.)
This is why I don't talk to the girls I knew in high school. They drive me nuts. And now this one that tries to control my life as a matter of course is here.
At my school.
Less than seven minutes away from me at any given point. Okay, twelve at the most.
We have a class together. I regularly want to kill myself in that class. It's not that it's not interesting (which it's not), or that it's a huge, massive lecture that gets far too warm (which it is), it's that she comes in and insists upon sitting next to me.
It's not that I don't like her, it's just that I now prefer to spend time with non-her people that don't try to control me.
Those people include myself, which she takes to mean that I'm not hanging out with anyone and thus must desire her companionship.
I do not require constant company. In fact, I require that there not be constant company. "Company" here means someone actually sitting near me and trying to make conversation. I enjoy spending most of my time in the campus coffee shoppe, at a table all by myself, having a quiet "zen" moment of contemplation of the deliciousness of my coffee and/or scone.
One Wednesday after a break that extended from thursday night to monday night and on which I had spent half my waking hours in her company, she interrupted my breakfast.
Yes, it is true. I could hardly believe it myself. Add that to the fact that I was sick and had been for a good three-quarters of the weekend, and you have the recipe for eye-twitching on a massive scale.
It all came to a head when she started being snippy. She wanted to hang out (again) on a saturday night when I was enjoying some alone time with homework that I hated, and texted me three times within a five-minute period as well as calling me.
I hate phone calls and she knows it. So I rejected it.
I then rather firmly told her that I was enjoying some alone time, at which point she was very snippy indeed. But I didn't care- I was too jacked up on the coffee I shouldn't have had and adrenaline.
So I started ignoring her texts. Life is so much more peaceful when I ignore her texts.
Moral of the post- passing exams is for sophomores and mobile phones make life hell.
27 September 2010
Thirty Fifth Post
My number of posts is really getting up there. Just saying.
So, my roommate's "friend with benefits" finally asked her out, which sort of makes my life easier. Her life kind of fell apart, what with her best friend since forever ago deciding that she had too many problems for her to deal with. So this is something of a welcome event.
Unfortunately, boyfriend guy has taken over my room for the evening. He will be out before my chemistry assignment is due, but I'd rather be in my room on my own computer that doesn't have a weird clunky spacebar and an "ergonomic" keyboard, which puts the "b" key on the wrong side of the gap for me. So I'm actually straining my hands more than I would normally.
This is turning into a rant session. But I really do hate this keyboard, which also has an overactive backspace key. And the mouse is stupid. I miss my mac trackpad...
Classes. Classes are... going. As it turns out, organic chemistry is harder on my brain than physics was. Ironic, isn't it, that the hardest year of my life will be the one with only one science course...
Anyway, I need to go kick boyfriend guy out of my room so I don't fail organic.
So, my roommate's "friend with benefits" finally asked her out, which sort of makes my life easier. Her life kind of fell apart, what with her best friend since forever ago deciding that she had too many problems for her to deal with. So this is something of a welcome event.
Unfortunately, boyfriend guy has taken over my room for the evening. He will be out before my chemistry assignment is due, but I'd rather be in my room on my own computer that doesn't have a weird clunky spacebar and an "ergonomic" keyboard, which puts the "b" key on the wrong side of the gap for me. So I'm actually straining my hands more than I would normally.
This is turning into a rant session. But I really do hate this keyboard, which also has an overactive backspace key. And the mouse is stupid. I miss my mac trackpad...
Classes. Classes are... going. As it turns out, organic chemistry is harder on my brain than physics was. Ironic, isn't it, that the hardest year of my life will be the one with only one science course...
Anyway, I need to go kick boyfriend guy out of my room so I don't fail organic.
23 September 2010
Thirty Fourth Post
So, school.
It's pretty much... school-ish... I go to class, I talk with my roommate, gripe about the state of the bathroom, complain about the inconsistently freezing cold showers, and hoard 90% dark chocolate.
I recently had my birthday, which was "fun", since all the people I know on facebook wrote on my wall and/or accosted me in person.
Now I'm lurking in the science library computer room trying to work up the motivation to do organic homework before the day it's due.
It's not working.
I'm going to go back to my room, make up German flashcards so I don't fail another quiz, and read Going Postal by Terry Pratchett.
In my defense, I failed the German quiz because I was studying the wrong page.
...It really doesn't help to know that I failed a quiz because I couldn't tell page 19 apart from page 37, though.
I'm going to go hide under the covers, actually. After I do everything else and my laundry.
It's pretty much... school-ish... I go to class, I talk with my roommate, gripe about the state of the bathroom, complain about the inconsistently freezing cold showers, and hoard 90% dark chocolate.
I recently had my birthday, which was "fun", since all the people I know on facebook wrote on my wall and/or accosted me in person.
Now I'm lurking in the science library computer room trying to work up the motivation to do organic homework before the day it's due.
It's not working.
I'm going to go back to my room, make up German flashcards so I don't fail another quiz, and read Going Postal by Terry Pratchett.
In my defense, I failed the German quiz because I was studying the wrong page.
...It really doesn't help to know that I failed a quiz because I couldn't tell page 19 apart from page 37, though.
I'm going to go hide under the covers, actually. After I do everything else and my laundry.
09 September 2010
Thirty Third Post
Well, school has started.
As has the deluge of homework. Well, it's more like "dormwork" or "coffeeshoppework" or "librarywork" or "Kraftwerk" in my case, but whatever. In any case, it's a flood of Biblical proportions, thanks to my class schedule. I believe I was moaning about it in apprehension, but a few of my professors turned out to be crazy enough that my expectations were exceeded.
Would you all like a summary of how my day went? Of course you would!
Here's a slightly-edited copy of the email I sent my curious parents last night, which is a slightly-edited version of the long series of IMs that I sent a friend while he was offline, resulting in a glut of notifications when he logged back in.
(From) Bored College Student
(To) Mom and Dad
(Subject) First Day of Class in Summary Complete With my Feelings at the Time
What I Did Today:
Wake up. Bleh... Although I did get 11 hours of sleep, I'm kind of sick.
Go to core and make it on time, but only barely. Yay, no public spectacle!
Core lasts 70 minutes instead of 50. NOT OKAY.
Have to forgo breakfast of coffee and scone. *Murderous rage*
German- Awesome professor, Frau Buxton, pretends to scare us off (the thick accent helped), and later says that one student is "legit" because his name is for real (it wasn't on her master list, hence her skepticism, plus it starts with two Zs). Day considered salvageable.
Lunchtime. Food, yay!
CREAM OF BROCCOLI SOUP FOR THE WIN! (Best lunch EVER!)
Irritating classmate from high school (who I thought was long gone) finds me and drags me to her table. Day no longer quite so awesome... Lunch slightly ruined.
Discussion group for core. Meh...
Late for organic chemistry. Blugh...
Forget iclicker. Ugh.
Get headache from closeness of room and from professor's voice. Boo...
Discover whereabouts of cookies (previously removed from room; primary suspect- classmate from high school that helped me with physics last year, but makes a general nuisance of himself as a rule). Yay!
Drink cider. Good stuff, that...
Hang out with a friend from high school who is fun to hang out with for a bit, but tends to grate on my nerves after too long (who invited herself to my room). Good up to a point.
Discover that I am totally high on being sick. Woohoo!
Karate! I love karate...
Skip meeting for shower. Win!
Break shower handle. Water is freezing.
Fix shower handle! Water promptly scalds me.
Type up long, rambling email.
To Do Later:
Do german homework? Maybe... (I did some...)
Stress a little about the fact that I have gobs of homework already? Absolutely. (Yep)
Psych myself up about having a peaceful breakfast at 7:30 in the morning when all I want to do is sleep... (Not so much. And I took to long to get ready and had to put off breakfast until I got out of class at 9:30.)
All in all, it worked out to be an okay day, and today was pretty good other than an epic battle with my printer, which wasn't (note the past tense, cause I won) speaking to my computer, and an ongoing battle with a homework site that won't accept my login.
But tomorrow's Friday! That means that I can trudge through class and then try to get a random assignment for my o-chem class posted to a (different) homework site (that works). Then I get to avoid being dragged around by the friend from home who grates on my nerves but didn't steal my cookies (you know who you are, cookie thief!). She needs to make her own friends. I have my own things to do; she has hers. With luck, this will become apparent to her soon.
Anyway, I've stalled on copying down my German wortschatz for long enough, and we have a vokabelquiz on Monday.
As has the deluge of homework. Well, it's more like "dormwork" or "coffeeshoppework" or "librarywork" or "Kraftwerk" in my case, but whatever. In any case, it's a flood of Biblical proportions, thanks to my class schedule. I believe I was moaning about it in apprehension, but a few of my professors turned out to be crazy enough that my expectations were exceeded.
Would you all like a summary of how my day went? Of course you would!
Here's a slightly-edited copy of the email I sent my curious parents last night, which is a slightly-edited version of the long series of IMs that I sent a friend while he was offline, resulting in a glut of notifications when he logged back in.
(From) Bored College Student
(To) Mom and Dad
(Subject) First Day of Class in Summary Complete With my Feelings at the Time
What I Did Today:
Wake up. Bleh... Although I did get 11 hours of sleep, I'm kind of sick.
Go to core and make it on time, but only barely. Yay, no public spectacle!
Core lasts 70 minutes instead of 50. NOT OKAY.
Have to forgo breakfast of coffee and scone. *Murderous rage*
German- Awesome professor, Frau Buxton, pretends to scare us off (the thick accent helped), and later says that one student is "legit" because his name is for real (it wasn't on her master list, hence her skepticism, plus it starts with two Zs). Day considered salvageable.
Lunchtime. Food, yay!
CREAM OF BROCCOLI SOUP FOR THE WIN! (Best lunch EVER!)
Irritating classmate from high school (who I thought was long gone) finds me and drags me to her table. Day no longer quite so awesome... Lunch slightly ruined.
Discussion group for core. Meh...
Late for organic chemistry. Blugh...
Forget iclicker. Ugh.
Get headache from closeness of room and from professor's voice. Boo...
Discover whereabouts of cookies (previously removed from room; primary suspect- classmate from high school that helped me with physics last year, but makes a general nuisance of himself as a rule). Yay!
Drink cider. Good stuff, that...
Hang out with a friend from high school who is fun to hang out with for a bit, but tends to grate on my nerves after too long (who invited herself to my room). Good up to a point.
Discover that I am totally high on being sick. Woohoo!
Karate! I love karate...
Skip meeting for shower. Win!
Break shower handle. Water is freezing.
Fix shower handle! Water promptly scalds me.
Type up long, rambling email.
To Do Later:
Do german homework? Maybe... (I did some...)
Stress a little about the fact that I have gobs of homework already? Absolutely. (Yep)
Psych myself up about having a peaceful breakfast at 7:30 in the morning when all I want to do is sleep... (Not so much. And I took to long to get ready and had to put off breakfast until I got out of class at 9:30.)
All in all, it worked out to be an okay day, and today was pretty good other than an epic battle with my printer, which wasn't (note the past tense, cause I won) speaking to my computer, and an ongoing battle with a homework site that won't accept my login.
But tomorrow's Friday! That means that I can trudge through class and then try to get a random assignment for my o-chem class posted to a (different) homework site (that works). Then I get to avoid being dragged around by the friend from home who grates on my nerves but didn't steal my cookies (you know who you are, cookie thief!). She needs to make her own friends. I have my own things to do; she has hers. With luck, this will become apparent to her soon.
Anyway, I've stalled on copying down my German wortschatz for long enough, and we have a vokabelquiz on Monday.
07 September 2010
Thirty Second Post
September has rolled around. School is starting up with a vengeance, and I am getting sick.
I met my new roommate, who is from California, USA.
She is nice and likes to rock climb.
I keep running into my old stalker, who seemed determined to keep my life from being boring. I prefer boring to not being safe from unexpected, awkward "conversations" in my own room, thank you. He doesn't know where I live this year.
Speaking of where I live, we have a couch! That was pretty exciting.
I finally decorated my wall, using up several pieces of paper and replacing two ink cartridges. The printer-wraith seemed to be pleased by my offering, and printed the rest of the pictures very nicely. The result was well-worth the effort, however, as I know have Heroes (TV Series) pictures and logos, XKCD comics, LOLcats, various other comics, British WWII-era propaganda posters, Dune movie covers, and Bourne pictures and movie covers scattered about my walls. It actually kind of looks like I live here now.
Class starts tomorrow. I am expecting a lot out of German 101, since earlier today I spent $300 on the book. I finished the "soul killing" book for one of the four classes that all students have to take to graduate, much to my roommate's shock.
When I look at my schedule on the spreadsheet that I make for every semester to plan out my days and keep from conflicting classes, my schedule looks rather paltry. Only three Monday-Wednesday-Friday classes, one Tuesday-Thursday class, one PE class, and just one lab. Unfortunately, all three of the Monday-Wednesday-Friday classes are four credits, and the Tuesday-Thursday class is a 300-level course (all my other classes are 100- or 200-level).
It's going to be one heck of a semester. I hope to take an ice-skating class for Jan-Term. And that is it.
I met my new roommate, who is from California, USA.
She is nice and likes to rock climb.
I keep running into my old stalker, who seemed determined to keep my life from being boring. I prefer boring to not being safe from unexpected, awkward "conversations" in my own room, thank you. He doesn't know where I live this year.
Speaking of where I live, we have a couch! That was pretty exciting.
I finally decorated my wall, using up several pieces of paper and replacing two ink cartridges. The printer-wraith seemed to be pleased by my offering, and printed the rest of the pictures very nicely. The result was well-worth the effort, however, as I know have Heroes (TV Series) pictures and logos, XKCD comics, LOLcats, various other comics, British WWII-era propaganda posters, Dune movie covers, and Bourne pictures and movie covers scattered about my walls. It actually kind of looks like I live here now.
Class starts tomorrow. I am expecting a lot out of German 101, since earlier today I spent $300 on the book. I finished the "soul killing" book for one of the four classes that all students have to take to graduate, much to my roommate's shock.
When I look at my schedule on the spreadsheet that I make for every semester to plan out my days and keep from conflicting classes, my schedule looks rather paltry. Only three Monday-Wednesday-Friday classes, one Tuesday-Thursday class, one PE class, and just one lab. Unfortunately, all three of the Monday-Wednesday-Friday classes are four credits, and the Tuesday-Thursday class is a 300-level course (all my other classes are 100- or 200-level).
It's going to be one heck of a semester. I hope to take an ice-skating class for Jan-Term. And that is it.
29 August 2010
Thirty-First Post
I'm never sure whether there should be a hyphen in numbers like "thirty first". So I put one in this time.
I would like to say that my summer was not too horribly boring, in spite of my blog title. I hung out with friends, read way too many books, ordered and rekindled my hate for overpriced textbooks, developed a passion for designing knit and crochet scarves and bags, got my wisdom teeth out and a crown in, and learned how to shoot various and sundry firearms.
Really, it was a great summer, other than the fact that my arm is really, really sore today. It was totally worth it; I love guns now. I mean, I still flinch every time one goes off, but I like the feeling of holding something that powerful in my hand(s). I have terrible aim, and I also learned that I need to be doing waaaaay more pushups in the morning, but it was great! I can load guns, I can be safe around guns, I can fire guns... I'm totally getting a concealed weapons permit as soon as I'm legal and looking into a handgun with a nice safety that I can keep in my purse, possibly in a knit or crochet bag-thing. (It will need a good safety because I'm now paranoid about guns that don't have safeties, and I want it not to discharge in my purse. I can picture it now... *Me walking along/being at work/being at the doctor's office/you get the picture* *BAM!* *Screams from surrounding people* "Oh, sorry, that was my gun." "Your WHAT?!" "My gun. I keep it in my purse or pocket at all times. You know, like mace... but a gun." *Screams of horror* *Me being arrested/losing job/causing heart attack/losing gun permit/you get the picture*)
Anyway.
I also mentioned that I got my wisdom teeth out. Now, my friend had his wisdom teeth out a while ago, but he was told that recovery was better with topical anaesthesia and laughing gas. I was told that as well, but I have a hard enough time dealing with cleanings, so I ruled out being conscious as a method of extraction. I've never been under general anaesthesia, so I was rather excited. My friend apparently hasn't either, or he wouldn't have told me to email him whilst incoherent (he was abroad at the time, so I couldn't text him). My incoherence consisted entirely of being unconscious.
It was really cool, going under... I'm sitting there, busily not looking at the freaking needle in my freaking hand (because my elbow vein is too skinny for needles lately), waiting for the anaesthesia to hit. The nurses or whatever they are are busy ignoring me, putting creepy metal tools on my chest, and waiting for the oral surgeon. He comes in, finally, and informs me that he's putting medicine in my drip, as if I couldn't figure out what "anaesthesia" means. At this point, he stabs the IV bag thing with a syringe. Then he tells me that I will feel like I'm floating, and that it's normal for the ceiling to move.
I'm totally on board with this whole unconsciousness thing. I get dragged out of bed at an ungodly hour, all so I can go get put back to sleep. Cool! In any case, my arms started floating, which reminded me of my former roommate on NyQuil, and then I realised that the chair was gone, which reminded me of being on a roller coaster at the bottom of the drops, when your feet won't stay on the floor of the car, and I kind of panicked, but then I started laughing, and then they woke me up.
I was not pleased to be woken up. I wanted to keep sleeping. I had gauze packets in my mouth, top and bottom, and I could hardly stand, and I was sleepy. FYI, those chairs are quite comfortable.
I got home without falling asleep, then promptly fell asleep on the couch.
When I woke up, I discovered that my shirt had been inside out the whole time. Then I took hydrocodone and vomited up the meager contents of my stomach immediately. As it turned out, I'm allergic to hydrocodone, which meant that I staved off massive amounts of pain with acetaminophen. Joy!
It was only supposed to take two sets of gauze packet things to stop the bleeding. It took all the gauze we had, plus about four sets of earl gray teabags because my mom was totally out of english breakfast. I hate the taste of earl gray at the best of times; it doesn't improve with blood. I still had to spit the blood into a bowl because I was bleeding that much.
But now I'm better, other than a weird zit-like thing with lots of lovely blood and pus on one of the sockets caused, according to my dentist, by the gum healing faster than the bone, but that cleared up pretty quickly. I do have a superpower, though, and that's that spicy food doesn't bother me any more.
Spicy food has been the bane of my existence as a vegetarian. Half the vegetarian food in the world is overly spicy, and the other half is overly bland. The other, other half is about right, but I have trouble finding it. Now, however, I can eat whatever the heck I want.
And, as this is one heck of a post, I'm just going to end it there.
17 June 2010
Thirtieth Post: Solstice Special!
It is now Summer.
Summer is boring.
However, at this point the days will start getting shorter again.
Thank God for the solstice.
Unfortunately, it also means that I have three months left of "summer", with only two of them not involving school.
I almost-but-not-quite envy my cousin, and my friends at quarter schools. They actually follow the seasons. School starts at the end of September (start of fall) and ends in the middle of June (beginning of summer).
It just makes sense.
But it also makes sense to get back from school before the quarter school students, and snap up any jobs one can find.
Which, admittedly, isn't much. But we still get there first, by golly.
Suckers.
20 May 2010
Twenty Ninth Post
Hey, y'all.
It's my summer! Has been for a week now, but that's not the point. You thought you were getting up-to-date, first-glimpse news? Well, think again.
Anyhow, it's summer.
Yep.
I'm mostly sitting around my house waiting for my job to start.
And... Yeah.
Don't expect much.
12 May 2010
Twenty Eighth Post
Ahoy!
I did not get enough sleep last night. It was a long night.
I am not really that coherent, but "eighth" is a really weird word.
Also, hypogynous flowers have the petals below the ovary. Epigynous flowers have the petals above. Perigynous means the petals are around the middle of the ovary.
I have random shoots of knowledge in my head now. I remember bits and pieces of everything, but not really enough to say I have a good grasp on anything.
I got to do calculus yesterday- well, today, but before I slept- because my friend couldn't do it and asked me for help. I miss calculus.
This, see, is how boring I am. I think calculus is fun. Fun! FUN!
At least I'm better than the kid who hasn't slept in 72 hours. He stole my seat in biology. I was not happy. But he didn't notice my glare since he was trying to stay awake. He "sees" the shadows moving.
I was going to nap after the biology exam, but I wasn't tired anymore... so I'm just going to keep going until my karate final, at which point I will be on such an adrenaline rush that IT WON'T MATTER.
Then I'll be done with class.
Until September.
I'm just going to go hide under my bed now.
I did not get enough sleep last night. It was a long night.
I am not really that coherent, but "eighth" is a really weird word.
Also, hypogynous flowers have the petals below the ovary. Epigynous flowers have the petals above. Perigynous means the petals are around the middle of the ovary.
I have random shoots of knowledge in my head now. I remember bits and pieces of everything, but not really enough to say I have a good grasp on anything.
I got to do calculus yesterday- well, today, but before I slept- because my friend couldn't do it and asked me for help. I miss calculus.
This, see, is how boring I am. I think calculus is fun. Fun! FUN!
At least I'm better than the kid who hasn't slept in 72 hours. He stole my seat in biology. I was not happy. But he didn't notice my glare since he was trying to stay awake. He "sees" the shadows moving.
I was going to nap after the biology exam, but I wasn't tired anymore... so I'm just going to keep going until my karate final, at which point I will be on such an adrenaline rush that IT WON'T MATTER.
Then I'll be done with class.
Until September.
I'm just going to go hide under my bed now.
04 May 2010
Twenty Seventh Post
I may or may not have mentioned this, but I'm in an english class. It's for a gen-ed that I need to graduate, or I would not be in it. Actually, I'm glad that I am, because I learned that I like science better and that I really don't want to have to deal with the humanities more than I have to.
The class is called "Women Writers". It is taught by a poet (I went to her poetry reading for her new book- she's not bad). Poets- real ones, not "people who have a life and also write some poems"- are not scientists.
I like scientists. I like working through physics problems more than I like dealing with people problems; I prefer mathematical formulas to crowds of people. Biology is my one exception to that, but I'm really more into the cellular and molecular levels. Things that I cannot see with my naked eye but can find scientifically or mathematically...
It's funny, really. I look at the world in a totally new light now, after a year of college. I see the light outside my window- with current I and resistance R- blocking my view of the pine trees- gymnosperms, with three generations in each seed- that sit in the parking lot. I can tell you about the chemical reactions of the batteries in my drawer, and about the effectiveness of the bleach wipes against bacteria. I can move in such a way that, if my hands and feet encountered a person, that person could die. I see all this as a product of the efforts of countless women before me.
I am really not a feminist. The word has extremely negative connotations for me, evoking images of anti-men, bra-burning crazies. I am a very conservative person. I like it when boys open the door for me, and I fully intend to get married someday to a nice man who will safeguard me because that's what men are supposed to do. It's how they're made.
At the same time, I am realising that my being able to go to college and take courses in maths and sciences is the direct result of some crazy women. It's the radicals who make things happen. Were I born in another era, changes would not happen because of me. I have come to respect the radicals, even if I don't agree with their ideas or methods. That's not the point. I have a grudging respect for the fact that because of them, I am able to wear jeans and a t-shirt whenever I want. No skirt if I don't want it. I don't have to take courses that are deemed appropriate for women. I can take any course I want, be anything I want to be when I grow up.
This respect for the radicals is the result of my english class. It's shocking, I know, but the diversity credit really did end up broadening my view of the world.
But now that class is almost over, and all I have to do now is come up with a presentation, write a five-page paper, and read a poem out loud.
There is one thing that I hate more than people, and it's reading my own poems out loud (I am one of those "people who have a life and also write some poems", or would be if I had a life). This may very well be the hardest final of my life.
Okay, so that wasn't a horribly boring post. But my first year of college will be over soon, and I am looking back on it with some nostalgia already.
27 April 2010
Twenty Sixth Post
Ah, the joys of a university with a semester system. I get out of school before my high school's prom, for crying out loud.
It's weird.
Granted, I'm just a freshman, but I'm also 16 days away from my last final.
This is a good thing. It signals the last physics final of my life, possibly the last time I ever have to read a poem out loud in front of 25 other people, most of whom I don't really know, and the first of many chemistry finals. I have no doubt that my situation will not improve in the chemistry department, but it really can't get any better than not reading poems out loud and not taking physics.
Scratch that, it can. I could not be in a class with stupid people.
Have I posted about stupid people? I might have. I shan't rant for too long.
But seriously, have you (i.e., the amorphous cloud of readers that doesn't exist, other than some brazilian agency checking to see if my site is "up or down". I think they might have interns, personally. Really, really bored interns.) ever had a class with a stupid person? They are the ones who ask the questions that everyone else quietly answers in their head or by looking in the book. Or that would be answered within ten minutes even if they had not asked. At the 100-level classes, the professors don't actually assume that you know everything. They assume you read the material, which may or may not be true, but they do not assume you are a clairvoyant genius. That, I believe, comes later. For guys, it might come when you get married.
Ahem.
Also, sorry about that parenthetical paragraph in the middle of my sentence. But it's after 23:00 on a tuesday night, and this week is only going to get longer. Deal with it.
Speaking of longer week, a leadership class containing a close friend from church and school who now goes here is running an awareness/money raising event for Haiti. "Goats and Magic and Get Hungry For Haiti!" or something to that effect. I am participating in the two-day fast (Get Hungry) and going to the magic show because I don't actually do anything on Friday nights. The fast is from Wednesday lunch- if it cuts me off before my english toffee latte and raspberry scone, there will be consequences- to Friday dinner. Nothing from the dining hall, the cafe, or the coffee shop. Luckily, I have been stocking up on orange juice. I can live on it for limited amounts of time. And they're giving us rice.
Very civil of them, really. If they're going to take away meal plans, the least they can do is give me rice. I am decidedly fond of rice, especially with properly-done stir fry or in decent fried rice. But plain rice will suffice in lieu of food.
Likewise, they're giving us Starbucks ®, ™, ©, or whatever should follow a company branding. Not really sure, but I don't want them to sue me. I have no money. But I suspect that its just black coffee, which, I may have stated on a previous post, gives me a hangover. No need to get into that.
Really, what I need to get into is writing a paper that is due in a week and a half, doing a research project that is due in a week, or preparing for any number of classes in the morning. (For the record, I already did and gave up on physics homework)
With that in mind, I will cease typing my heart out to the cold, uncaring internet.
Cheers.
11 April 2010
Twenty Fifth Post
The last semester of this year is nearly half way done. I'm a little bewildered by this, since friends at other schools are on quarters and shan't be out until mid to late June. I, on the other hand, will be out in mid May. Wow.
This of course means that I have to actually finish things up earlier than my other-school counterparts. I plan to convince my parents to invest in scone-making ingredients, since scones are my favourite breakfast foods. I think I'll have a harder time convincing them to get an espresso machine so that I can have my white chocolate mochas and raspberry lattes, though.
(cue heavy sigh)
It will be nice to be home, away from the girl-drama that has overtaken my hall. I myself am caught up in a bit of it, with an irritating boy who refuses to leave me alone dogging my footsteps. I use dogging here as an insult; a look at my profile will reveal my profile picture to be a cat. That is because I love cats and hate dogs.
In any case, I'm conflicted about the whole going home thing. I will definitely miss my friends and the pre-paid coffee and scones, but I will not miss the current misery bug that seems to be going around.
To all you quarter students, I pity you. And almost envy you, since you're done with quarters at breaks. However, I have class in 9 hours and must get some rest. Abschied.
09 April 2010
Twenty Fourth Post
Today started off as one of those days. In every class, there were irritating questions asked by the usual people. Usually I can deal with it- it's sometimes amusing, even- but today it was just wildly irritating. I proceeded to be late for work, and was merrily expecting to be late for my advising appointment- required to register for next year's classes- which would likewise make me late for my last class. However, I had a very nice meeting, and managed to get to class on time. It was a good, informative meeting, too. Class was even interesting.
Likewise, I was expecting to be pestered by visitors. I solved that problem by taking a nap.
31 March 2010
Twenty Third Post
Spring break is over. Classes have begun.
None of my plants died over break; my roommate and I weren't fined for forgetting something on the check out sheet...
Weirdly, it snowed today. While the sun was shining. I should probably also mention for any southern hemisphere readers that I live in the northern hemisphere and it is spring here.
Really, it's a bit odd when you walk outside to be greeted by the blinding daystar... and snow. the whole of campus was wandering around, squinting at the sky, and trying to catch snowflakes. I think the high schoolers (many high schools are currently on break and thus visit us) were disturbed by this...
24 March 2010
Twenty Second Post
Spring Break!
I am well into my spring break, actually.
And no, I'm not off on some exotic adventure.
I'm at home.
Sitting on the couch.
Because all my friends are still in school.
In any case, I can make lots of cookies...
Honestly, it was time for break. I could feel the readiness of the student body. Heck, I was ready. I had three exams- one for each lab class- last week. I was very much done with school for a while. And, thanks to the exams that made my life something of a hell, I don't have homework over break!
I like break.
14 March 2010
Twenty First Post
My blog can legally drink in the US.
But more exciting than that, it's pi Day! I'm even typing this post before midnight, so it's still pi Day. It's the "3.14th Post" I suppose, but whatever.
To celebrate pi Day, I walked to a grocery store and bought an apple pie. I would have made it, but aside from not having any filling, I don't have the makings for a crust, either.
It was a good pie, for a store-bought affair. I'm used to pies made by mother or either grandmother with fresh apples (and lots of them), but it's been a long time since we've had one of those.
On a completely unrelated tack, do any of you readers know anything about electrical physics and equilibrium chemistry? I'm swamped in impossible homework that's all due tomorrow... You know, the usual science major stuff.
09 March 2010
Twentieth Post
My blog now has more posts than I have years of life.
In other news, I slept through my first two classes thanks to my alarm having been set for 20:00 instead of 08:00. This would not have been a problem if my alarm clock had 24-hour time. But noooo, I set it to 8 and missed the little "PM" sign up in the corner.
You would not believe how many times this has happened.
Most of the other times, my roommate woke me up. Here is a model of our exchanges: "Don't you have a class?" "(Expletive or feral grunting)" This time, though, she had pulled her first all-nighter and was fairly exhausted by the time she got back, and proceeded to sleep through her third class- my second class.
Now, normally I would wake up by myself at around, 0h, 09:00 if I got to sleep around midnight. I did not get to sleep until after 03:00.
I would call this a "Hell Monday".
The good news is that it is now Tuesday. I like Tuesdays, except I have to wake up for an 08:00 lab. Other than that, they are fairly low-key, no-thinking-required-outside-lab days. Those are nice on days with an 08:00 class.
If you are thinking that my blog has been less than boring lately, keep in mind that I'm bored enough to write it.
04 March 2010
Nineteenth Post
Today, I went to the gym on campus and worked out. And got sweaty. Because that's what happens when one works out.
On an unrelated note, I have been going through a Three Days Grace obsession. I vacillate between hard rock, "alternative" rock, and classical, although I always like classical music. I don't always like hard rock and I don't always like alternative. Maybe I'm just liking the hard rock sound because I'm subconsciously angry at my ex-boyfriend still.
That was an unboring thing that happened- this guy is a jerk and a loser; him breaking up with me over a year and a half ago was the nicest thing he ever did for me. And then he texts me out of the blue asking me to date him again... Needless to say, I said no. But I'm still bitter, which worries me. I don't need to be bitter.
If you were dead or still alive... I don't care.
Funny how needing to say that proves that I do in fact care still. Don't get me wrong, I don't want the boy dead. But I need to sing along to that song, just to convince myself that he really doesn't control me any more.
On that note, I usually hate singing along. I am the one who stands at the back of the dance room, if one can even get me to go to the dance, and doesn't even bob her head to the music. I bob my head to this, and then some. And I sing along.
Sorry for the non-boring post. At least me going to the gym was boring...
03 March 2010
Eighteenth Post
Today, I went to lab. And then I took a nap. And then I went to work. And then I ate dinner. And then I went back to my room and did homework for about six hours. And that's why this is an especially boring post. And now it is time for bed. Because I am braindead and have an exam tomorrow... Today... Oh, God...
23 February 2010
Seventeenth Post
It's been a while. So hi, readers. How have you been? Well, I hope.
Speaking of "well", there's a bug going around campus. My roommate and I got it, but she seems to have progressed into some advanced stage of illness while I am coming out of it.
I suppose you've all heard about Google's social networking attempt, Buzz. Guess what? I don't have any horror stories regarding its existence.
The most "exciting" thing that happened to me in this long absence was giving blood. I did not feel like a reverse vampire. I felt like a person sitting in a weird chair with my feet up and a needle in my elbow. Then I had to lay down. It was pretty boring. Then I went to work.
In school-related news, I'm in a chemistry class. I've done this part before, but I have to take it again because my AP test score was just a bit too low. I was concerned that it would be horrible, awful, and painful to sit through the class all over again, but it's more like a review. It's nice and easy, but challenging enough to keep me from falling asleep in class. Much as I hate to say it, it's not that boring.
Right now, I'm sitting at my extremely messy desk writing this post and thinking that I should do my dishes. But I have my boring job in a few minutes, so the dishes will have to keep waiting... and waiting... and waiting.
07 February 2010
Sixteenth Post
As usual, I type this at night when I should be doing homework. But homework is stupid, especially when it's nigh impossible to get the website that the physics and chemistry departments here use to do homework to cooperate. My evening was not boring; it was full of screaming and frustration that the bloody website wouldn't let me submit my answers. Sometimes I hate technology...
And then I get better.
On a completely unrelated note, I just found my tea sitting at my elbow, untouched since I poured the water. I am now slightly sad, especially since it's very weak even after about half an hour. But my thick ceramic teacups hold in heat pretty well... It's still quite warm.
Goodnight, my bored readers. Enjoy your hopefully boring weeks...
04 February 2010
Fifteenth Post
You know those people that just grate upon the nerves of all who are around them? They answer all questions, whether or not they were meant to answer them, they insert themselves into conversations that do not involve them, they comment on things that do not require comment... I wish that my class was boring, since it would mean that she wasn't in there. This is why boring is better than exciting. It's exciting, alright, since you're never sure when she'll open her mouth next...
However, the rest of my schedule looks like it should be pretty boring, so my reputation is secure. Right now, I'm blogging when I should be sleeping in preparation for my 09:00 class, which is supremely boring. So now I'm going to go to bed, since I didn't really have anything to say in the first place.
26 January 2010
Fourteenth Post
So, "fourteenth" is a pretty weird word as well. I think teens are just weird.
Non-number weird word of the day: Sculpting. It reminds me of the word "squelch", which is also weird. That being said, there are a lot of weird words, some of which I use in papers.
Speaking of papers, I think I must be ill or something. I stayed up until well after 02:30 last night/this morning to finish a paper, but then I woke up all the way only a bit after 08:30... I'm not sure how this is possible. I didn't actually end up finishing the paper until after I woke up, either. I watched three movies, finished crocheting a scarf, and talked to my roommate instead. It was definitely a productive night.
I'm home on break now, which is kind of weird. My house is homey and familiar, but my bedroom is empty, bare, and lonely. Quite honestly, I could make myself at home anywhere that has a couch and an outlet to charge my computer and my phone. But my bedroom isn't quite right. My roommate and I decided that college students don't really have a "home", as the dorm room isn't all that homey (no stove), but the bedroom at home is very un-lived-in.
25 January 2010
Thirteenth Post
For anyone who believes in unlucky numbers, this could almost be considered an unlucky post. I'm typing at 01:20, I do have class in the morning-ish, and I also have a five-page paper to write and email before 16:00 on tuesday.
The good news is, nothing particularly exciting happened to me since the last post. I did homework instead of attending a dance that my dorm put on. I did laundry and had to run the dryer cycle twice. I ordered books online for spring term. That was painful, even getting them used on amazon...
Speaking of which, I would urge all of you university students reading this to sign up for a seller account with Amazon.com so that you can get rid of now-useless textbooks without being ripped off by your school bookstore. I sold my old calculus book for a much better price than the bookstore would have given me, I think. Hope. Pray... It's handy, in any case, even if amazon does rip you off on shipping. Also, you can give other poor students a hand and offer them used books for decent prices. (Also-also, you can sell random junk that you don't want for money. It's a good deal.)
I've also heard good things of Chegg.com, for anyone who wants to rent books. I sell my lit books to the campus bookstore during our "sell back" time for a great deal more than they cost me online, but that's just my own little racket. It doesn't exactly work for science and math books.
In other news, I'm crocheting a scarf. It's a very boring scarf. Five feet of white single crochet with no variation. It is, however, a good waste of time. I did that for most of the evening rather than doing homework. There is a bonus feature included with a white single-crochet scarf- the stitches rather resemble storm troopers.
Yes, I did just make a Star Wars reference. Sorry. This was supposed to be a boring blog, but that one will just have to stay.
22 January 2010
Twelfth Post
First off, I would like to point out that "twelfth" is a weird word.
Now that I've got that out of the way, we can discuss my exceptionally boring day. I went to work, which was pretty boring, and then I learned that high schoolers and university students move differently. (Quick background note- my university partners with a programme for minorities in poor high schools so that they have a better view of science and math. This includes the high schoolers visiting the science building and doing labs set up by university students.) I was calmly wasting some time at the drinking fountain when I heard the thunder of feet coming around the corner. High schoolers move in packs. I remember this from my own school, when getting into and out of the hall was a tricky proposition because of how tightly they stick together.
University students move as their own particles. They are not really influenced by the other thousands of people moving with them in the same approximate direction. I like this fact of life. I do not like stampeding hoards of high schoolers invading my nice, quiet sojourn at the drinking fountain. So my life was not boring at that moment... Just terrifying. This is why I prefer boring.
I have also been half-asleep since 15:00. I nearly fell asleep in class, and then I've just been completely out of touch with what other people are trying to say. I perhaps should have taken my roommate's advice sooner than I did.
Eleventh Post
This is the 11th post. It is not on the 11th day of the month. It was not posted at 11:11, nor even in the 11th hour. It will be posted soon after 01:15 on the 22nd of this month. Nothing to get excited over.
Today, I was sitting in the dining hall and I overheard someone make a joke which included a sexual innuendo. It was kind of quiet- as quiet as a university dining hall ever gets at dinner time- and some people laughed. However, this joke-making person was not a quiet person. She is a very loud person. In my experience, it is not "always the quiet ones" who make dirty jokes into silences, it's the crude, noisy ones. I'm a quiet one. I do not say anything into silences, much less make crude jokes.
Also today, just now, in fact, my roommate told me to go to bed because I have work in the morning and must get up early for it.
So I will take her advice. Goodnight, readers.
20 January 2010
Tenth Post
This blog is now in the double digits. We should all be pleased.
Today, I went to work. It was, as usual, boring. Washing dishes is always boring, especially at 09:00.
I also got the vaccine for H1N1, which was less than exciting. It was in nasal spray form. I hate needles, which is why I will never get a tattoo. I wouldn't mind having a tattoo, but I could never bring myself to be stabbed over and over again on purpose.
19 January 2010
Ninth Post
The only thing worse than a paper with three pages to go is a paper with about five lines to go, but no more ideas. Welcome to the story of my essays. I'm fairly certain that I'm now an official student, having fought to the death with a five-page book review on a 500-page book. At midnight.
The hall restroom has been in an uproar because someone, possibly a custodian, stole our trash bin. The sewers in our city will probably be full of dental floss now... I blame the custodians for the chaos that will ensue.
Today, I realised that one of my plants is probably dead. It hasn't put out growth since the beginning of the school year and feels rather rootless. It's still green and fairly healthy-looking, which is why I've kept it, and will continue keeping it until it turns brown and looks dead.
The hall restroom has been in an uproar because someone, possibly a custodian, stole our trash bin. The sewers in our city will probably be full of dental floss now... I blame the custodians for the chaos that will ensue.
Today, I realised that one of my plants is probably dead. It hasn't put out growth since the beginning of the school year and feels rather rootless. It's still green and fairly healthy-looking, which is why I've kept it, and will continue keeping it until it turns brown and looks dead.
My roommate insists that I recycle. I don't really want to recycle, but hey, whatever keeps her happy works. It's not as though I have a moral opposition to recycling.
At this very moment (00:18), I am watching Pirates of the Caribbean. Will I finish it tonight? Probably not. It is, however, one of my favourite movies. I believe that one can come up with a quote for any situation from any of the Pirates movies.
This is starting to seem like I have an almost-MLIA-worthy life, so I'll stop talking about it. It would be a shame to put a black mark on my record of boringness.
18 January 2010
Eighth Post
We had a holiday here. I slept in until 13:00 instead of getting up and doing homework. Also, I sat around and stayed out of my roommate's way while she cleaned and redecorated almost frantically out of sheer boredom.
It is my intention not to put on socks today, thus having a "sockless day." A friend from home and I were always excited to have one (no, we didn't have lives before college, either), and it's hard to have a sockless day when you have to walk five minutes to get to food. Today, however, I have food in my room.
Anyone thinking about college as an epic, harry potter-filled time of nerf guns and frisbee games is wrong. Just give up to boredom now. It's easier that way.
It is my intention not to put on socks today, thus having a "sockless day." A friend from home and I were always excited to have one (no, we didn't have lives before college, either), and it's hard to have a sockless day when you have to walk five minutes to get to food. Today, however, I have food in my room.
Anyone thinking about college as an epic, harry potter-filled time of nerf guns and frisbee games is wrong. Just give up to boredom now. It's easier that way.
Seventh Post
At my school, we have these evening activities in the lounge for each dorm. Ours is "Cultural Leaders," which I find rather lame. I'm actually not really sure why that had to happen.
In other news, I actually had my own friends (just because I have a blog it doesn't mean I don't have friends) over to my room. I felt kind of like I had a life. So, to combat that feeling, I am typing up a new post and fighting with an essay that's not due until tuesday. I'm actually kind of enjoying the paper-writing, since it's the first time I've had to write a real paper with correct references and all that in college. I'm a science major- we don't really do that much writing. Just note-taking and lab write-ups, and those don't have citations required. We do have gen-eds required to graduate, which mostly ensures that we are "well-rounded" and fit to go to grad school and med school and make the school look good. I love my school, but that doesn't mean that I'm not cynical.
To tell the truth, I'm really frustrated with the paper. I would try that super cool awesome full screen distraction-minimising feature in Pages (mac word processor), but I need at least three other things up, including the internet to write the darn thing. Therefore, I go on the internet with every intention of looking things up, but it just doesn't happen. I'm extremely unmotivated to write, since I don't really believe in doing assignments before the night before they're due. I think this is proving that I'm constitutionally incapable of doing otherwise; perhaps I should get a start on other tuesday assignments so they don't all hit me at once tomorrow night at about midnight.
Americans- enjoy MLK day. Yay world peace and post-racial life.
There. I've been politically correct and whatnot.
To be honest, I think that a lot of minorities just kind of scrape by because they don't want empowerment, they want free stuff. I don't want to knock the people who have been successful, pulled themselves up by their bootstraps, and changed the world, but I think that anyone who doesn't even want to get a job because they won't get government handouts anymore deserves all that life throws at them. For anyone who thinks I've just been a horrible racist bigot, I am talking about white people, too. I am a true post-racial citizen because I don't care if you're white, black, yellow, blue, green, or red- you should learn to respect yourself and reach for greatness. Not everyone can be president- I certainly wouldn't want to be- but everyone can have a better life than they have now. But the government isn't going to give it to you- you have to go out and find it.
Sorry about that little soapbox speech. It can be argued that this is how boring university life is- I have time to think about all this.
EDIT: This is Raeann from three years later. I would like to apologize if I sounded like a total prick up there. I still agree with the basic sentiment of what I said, that anyone who just wants handouts is a pain in society's ass, and they make us as a society (and I do mean everyone, especially including people who started in the same place and made something of themselves because they wanted to) look bad. However, having lived a little with people who (gasp) aren't exactly like me since writing this post, I feel that I'm really not a "true post-racial citizen" because I'm basically the product of a society that really, really isn't post-racial. There are little things that I do, that a lot of white people who never went hungry when they were a kid and who can afford to go to college do because society is governed by us, really, that I don't even notice, and certainly didn't notice when I was an itty bitty freshman.
The only reason I came back to this post -- I don't even remember writing that paper, much less this post -- is because it is coming up pretty high on some google searches, and I'd like to not seem like a racist moron in front of the whole internet. Whether or not I am a racist moron is probably debatable, but I just wanted to make it clear that I don't endorse other racist morons.
I mean, wow, do I sound angry then! I've been thinking about freshman year a lot, especially in light of having only one year left before I'm turfed out into the real world, or the world of grad school, and I was a very angry freshman. I scowled and dozed my way through all of my classes. I look back on the year with fondness, but I don't think any of my professors thought I liked them, except in my women writers class, which, incidentally, is part of what made me who I am now. When I wrote this post, I'd enrolled in the class, but hadn't started yet.
Pro (i.e. slightly less amateur) tip: don't be angry all the time. It'll make it that much easier to come back to your accomplishments a few years later without blushing.
In other news, I actually had my own friends (just because I have a blog it doesn't mean I don't have friends) over to my room. I felt kind of like I had a life. So, to combat that feeling, I am typing up a new post and fighting with an essay that's not due until tuesday. I'm actually kind of enjoying the paper-writing, since it's the first time I've had to write a real paper with correct references and all that in college. I'm a science major- we don't really do that much writing. Just note-taking and lab write-ups, and those don't have citations required. We do have gen-eds required to graduate, which mostly ensures that we are "well-rounded" and fit to go to grad school and med school and make the school look good. I love my school, but that doesn't mean that I'm not cynical.
To tell the truth, I'm really frustrated with the paper. I would try that super cool awesome full screen distraction-minimising feature in Pages (mac word processor), but I need at least three other things up, including the internet to write the darn thing. Therefore, I go on the internet with every intention of looking things up, but it just doesn't happen. I'm extremely unmotivated to write, since I don't really believe in doing assignments before the night before they're due. I think this is proving that I'm constitutionally incapable of doing otherwise; perhaps I should get a start on other tuesday assignments so they don't all hit me at once tomorrow night at about midnight.
Americans- enjoy MLK day. Yay world peace and post-racial life.
There. I've been politically correct and whatnot.
To be honest, I think that a lot of minorities just kind of scrape by because they don't want empowerment, they want free stuff. I don't want to knock the people who have been successful, pulled themselves up by their bootstraps, and changed the world, but I think that anyone who doesn't even want to get a job because they won't get government handouts anymore deserves all that life throws at them. For anyone who thinks I've just been a horrible racist bigot, I am talking about white people, too. I am a true post-racial citizen because I don't care if you're white, black, yellow, blue, green, or red- you should learn to respect yourself and reach for greatness. Not everyone can be president- I certainly wouldn't want to be- but everyone can have a better life than they have now. But the government isn't going to give it to you- you have to go out and find it.
Sorry about that little soapbox speech. It can be argued that this is how boring university life is- I have time to think about all this.
EDIT: This is Raeann from three years later. I would like to apologize if I sounded like a total prick up there. I still agree with the basic sentiment of what I said, that anyone who just wants handouts is a pain in society's ass, and they make us as a society (and I do mean everyone, especially including people who started in the same place and made something of themselves because they wanted to) look bad. However, having lived a little with people who (gasp) aren't exactly like me since writing this post, I feel that I'm really not a "true post-racial citizen" because I'm basically the product of a society that really, really isn't post-racial. There are little things that I do, that a lot of white people who never went hungry when they were a kid and who can afford to go to college do because society is governed by us, really, that I don't even notice, and certainly didn't notice when I was an itty bitty freshman.
The only reason I came back to this post -- I don't even remember writing that paper, much less this post -- is because it is coming up pretty high on some google searches, and I'd like to not seem like a racist moron in front of the whole internet. Whether or not I am a racist moron is probably debatable, but I just wanted to make it clear that I don't endorse other racist morons.
I mean, wow, do I sound angry then! I've been thinking about freshman year a lot, especially in light of having only one year left before I'm turfed out into the real world, or the world of grad school, and I was a very angry freshman. I scowled and dozed my way through all of my classes. I look back on the year with fondness, but I don't think any of my professors thought I liked them, except in my women writers class, which, incidentally, is part of what made me who I am now. When I wrote this post, I'd enrolled in the class, but hadn't started yet.
Pro (i.e. slightly less amateur) tip: don't be angry all the time. It'll make it that much easier to come back to your accomplishments a few years later without blushing.
16 January 2010
Sixth Post
My favourite part of weekends is sitting around in my room and not leaving all day. I didn't actually eat until about 19:00, simply because I wasn't very hungry. I did leave the building when I took my incredibly full trash bin out to the dumpster, but I consider that to be a part of the dorm. It was a nice, relaxed day. I finished reading the book for an assignment, and felt victorious. The assignment is due tuesday, so I have plenty of time to formulate ideas and look up passages, or I can save it all for monday night. I find that right now, I'm totally ambivalent as to which one, possibly because I was up past 03:00 for the third night in a row. Tonight, I have decided, will be different. I have an infusion (which tend to make me tired) that I will drink by midnight if I'm not tired. I am absolutely determined to get sleep tonight.
I'm certain that this makes me a bad college student. But I don't care. On that note, I'm doing homework, so I'm already a miserable failure of a student.
I'm certain that this makes me a bad college student. But I don't care. On that note, I'm doing homework, so I'm already a miserable failure of a student.
15 January 2010
Fifth Post
I took an exam today. 'Twas pretty exciting, only not.
In other news, I have a bruised bone in my knee, which, I must say, is pretty boring.
Also, if anyone knows how to make an HP C6480 scanner work with snow leopard, please let me know. I don't need a scanner, but it's irritating when things don't work nicely like they're supposed to. In any case, cheers and happy weekend, dear readers.
In other news, I have a bruised bone in my knee, which, I must say, is pretty boring.
Also, if anyone knows how to make an HP C6480 scanner work with snow leopard, please let me know. I don't need a scanner, but it's irritating when things don't work nicely like they're supposed to. In any case, cheers and happy weekend, dear readers.
14 January 2010
Fourth Post
Today, the most exciting thing that happened to me was that I got to drive my friend's car. I hated it. However, it was nice to be off campus in a non-walking way... Those of you with no cars know of what I speak.
I was up until 03:00 last night. Tonight, I will go to sleep earlier. I have work in the morning and an exam in the afternoon. Fridays are somehow less satisfying when one has to wake up four hours earlier than they would normally... I like school, even if my life is boring, because there's a much better chance that I will be able to sleep in later than in real life. It's a pretty good deal, other than having to pay hideous amounts of money and eating iffy, boring food.
Also today, I realised that I really, really don't like George Clooney. I'm sure I'm not the only one, but I just wanted to put that out there. It's pretty much my claim to faim. Also, I started a blog about how boring my life is... but that doesn't really count, since I don't sign my name to it (and no, my name is not "Bored University Student". Sorry for misleading you all).
With any luck, tomorrow will be just as boring, preferably more so. I'm actually rather fond of boring days- more time for getting homework done and such. Also, exciting days are usually just traumatic days dressed up.
I was up until 03:00 last night. Tonight, I will go to sleep earlier. I have work in the morning and an exam in the afternoon. Fridays are somehow less satisfying when one has to wake up four hours earlier than they would normally... I like school, even if my life is boring, because there's a much better chance that I will be able to sleep in later than in real life. It's a pretty good deal, other than having to pay hideous amounts of money and eating iffy, boring food.
Also today, I realised that I really, really don't like George Clooney. I'm sure I'm not the only one, but I just wanted to put that out there. It's pretty much my claim to faim. Also, I started a blog about how boring my life is... but that doesn't really count, since I don't sign my name to it (and no, my name is not "Bored University Student". Sorry for misleading you all).
With any luck, tomorrow will be just as boring, preferably more so. I'm actually rather fond of boring days- more time for getting homework done and such. Also, exciting days are usually just traumatic days dressed up.
13 January 2010
Third Post
Right now, I am sitting on my bed with my beloved computer (and anyone who dares make a dirty joke about that will find themselves smacked down with the "banhammer"). I had a pretty boring day today. It rained... I like rain. I come from a dry climate, so rain in any amount is pretty exciting. And snow. We get even less snow than we do rain. It snows a lot here.
Honestly, I think that it's a requirement for universities to have three things- ethnic diversity (by which I mean skin colour), trees (pine, usually, with a few other types thrown in for good measure), and a wet climate (makes it seem more liberal). My school has these three requirements, which is why we were upgraded to "university" (instead of "college") a few years back.
Part of why I'm sitting on my bed instead of in my chair is because I fell on some of the water and banged up my knee, so I now have to put frozen water on my knee to make it better. Ironic much? My part of the world doesn't have ice. It gets cold as all get out, but there's no water. At all. So if your nose is bloodied in the winter, it's from dry skin and not falling and smashing your face on the icy ground. It was pretty much the most interesting thing that happened to me all term, which is why I'm blogging. If I had an interesting life, this blog would not exist. I don't think any blogs would exist if bloggers had interesting lives.
One thing that I didn't put it my "About Me" thingummy is that I am my roommate's doorkeeper/receptionist. My roommate has an interesting life. She does not blog.
Sample conversation between me and someone at the door:
Visitor: *knocks*
Me: "Come in."
Visitor: *knocks again*
Me: *gets up to open door* "Yes?"
Visitor: "Hi. Um, is (roommate) here?"
Please note that one can see the whole of my room from the doorway. If someone is not there, you cannot see them.
Me: "Uh, no..."
Visitor: "Oh. Um, ok. Do you know where she is?"
Me: "Nope. She might be in class, at lunch, at coffee, at work..."
Visitor: "Oh. Ok, can you let her know I was here?"
Me: "Sure..."
Visitor: "Ok, bye..."
Me: *shuts door* "Oye..."
My roommate sometimes has three people come looking for her in one day. It is remarkable. I could probably reconsider my career choice and go for being a receptionist instead of a scientist.
Honestly, I think that it's a requirement for universities to have three things- ethnic diversity (by which I mean skin colour), trees (pine, usually, with a few other types thrown in for good measure), and a wet climate (makes it seem more liberal). My school has these three requirements, which is why we were upgraded to "university" (instead of "college") a few years back.
Part of why I'm sitting on my bed instead of in my chair is because I fell on some of the water and banged up my knee, so I now have to put frozen water on my knee to make it better. Ironic much? My part of the world doesn't have ice. It gets cold as all get out, but there's no water. At all. So if your nose is bloodied in the winter, it's from dry skin and not falling and smashing your face on the icy ground. It was pretty much the most interesting thing that happened to me all term, which is why I'm blogging. If I had an interesting life, this blog would not exist. I don't think any blogs would exist if bloggers had interesting lives.
One thing that I didn't put it my "About Me" thingummy is that I am my roommate's doorkeeper/receptionist. My roommate has an interesting life. She does not blog.
Sample conversation between me and someone at the door:
Visitor: *knocks*
Me: "Come in."
Visitor: *knocks again*
Me: *gets up to open door* "Yes?"
Visitor: "Hi. Um, is (roommate) here?"
Please note that one can see the whole of my room from the doorway. If someone is not there, you cannot see them.
Me: "Uh, no..."
Visitor: "Oh. Um, ok. Do you know where she is?"
Me: "Nope. She might be in class, at lunch, at coffee, at work..."
Visitor: "Oh. Ok, can you let her know I was here?"
Me: "Sure..."
Visitor: "Ok, bye..."
Me: *shuts door* "Oye..."
My roommate sometimes has three people come looking for her in one day. It is remarkable. I could probably reconsider my career choice and go for being a receptionist instead of a scientist.
Second Post- Housekeeping
I would like to note, without creating an exceptionally long post, that there will be absolutely no Harry Potter references. On a similar note, before the Twilight fangirls get all excited, I will find you and injure you as well as ruining your chances for employment if I find Twilight references. This is a respectable blog. We do not discuss such things here. Thank you.
12 January 2010
First Post!
Hello! I am a bored university student. It is almost midnight, and I'm reading a book for class. Rather, I'm not reading, I'm creating this blog.
You have probably seen, or at least heard of, MLIA- my life is average. Which it no longer is. Most posts deal with crazy, unlikely, and most likely made up scenarios. Especially in college.
I would like to take this moment to say that college does not consist of profs cracking dirty jokes, nerf gun wars, squeaky beds, or people running around in strange costumes.
College, at least where I am, consists of going to class, hanging out with friends, holing up in one's room, top ramen, peanut butter, studying, watching movies whenever one wants, and crappy cafeteria food.
I am an average college student with a boring life, and I am calling students of all majors to unite against the forces of MLIA-ers.
Please comment on how boring your life is in the comments. Example- "Today I took a test. It was (hard/easy/boring/what have you)." "Tonight, I did homework."
Note- I will not tolerate dirty jokes in the comments. Thank you for your advanced vocabularies, maturity, and well-developed senses of humour and irony befitting people who have managed to get into competitive universities.
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