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Mmm, I had forgotten the loveliness of trail mix. I am sort of dreading the grade on my bio paper, but it was only a rough draft and they can't accuse me too much of "not taking it seriously" and whatever. And I've only got one peer editing it, so I don't need to worry about being torn to pieces more than once by one of my peers. La. I should probably start my calc homework tonight, but in all reality I seriously doubt I will since tomorrow is spend ridiculous amounts of time in the library day. Tonight will be rest up and de-traumatize night.
Hmm... it seems that lately I've been making shorter and shorter entries. I'm not going to claim to try to fix this right now, though. I'm just happy that I got back to the dorm at 6:30 and now it's almost ten and I haven't done anything. Actually... that's a pretty big lie. I cleaned the room, because I was tired of the crumbs on the floor and tripping over my dirty track clothes whenever I got out of bed. And I'll probably finish Nietzsche tonight because I have nothing better to do. Sitting in the library tomorrow's going to be a bit different without a paper or a midterm hanging over my head. Oh yeah... that dismal miserable math midterm? The average grade was about a 40%. That makes me feel marginally better about my 52% (ending up being a B+), but not a whole lot. I will never understand how math in college works, since for the most part very few people obviously understand much more than half of it. I could've done much better had I actually remembered the definitions of things, though. Could've had an A, darnit... but I'll deal with it. Like I always do.
I ordered my sister's train tickets today... which means for now I have about 80 dollars less than I should, but my mom promises to pay me back. And she's sending my paycheck along, which is 280 dollars. Woohoo! That ought to take care of me for the rest of the quarter (ie, pay for next quarter, really). I need to look into finding proper track spikes too... but for right now that's sort of superfluous. So... my sister's coming up to visit Valentine's Day weekend, because she's got a long weekend. And for some inexplicable reason she wants to come visit. Hehehe, I think if I was stuck back home I'd want to come visit, too. It ought to be fun. Though I swear if someone tries to offer her a drink I will see to it that they are rendered incapable of... umm... something that would make them miserable. Or I'll throw their copy of the Leviathan in the microwave again, since that seemed to throw off their psyche. He was teasing me about it tonight, and saying that it was unfortunate that for most people here having sex with her was statutory rape. I wanted to smack him. I understand he's just joking, but it is absolutely not funny. I'm probably a lot more protective of my sister than my mom in some respects, and joking about things like that is just crude. I told him if he even suggested anything I'd throw him off the Shoreland. (If I think go away at you enough, will you eventually understand?? How about this glare? Does that get the message across??)
OK, I've completely lost track of what I was saying, because he came in again and sat down next to me to watch whatever I was doing. Goshdarnit that annoys me to no end!!! There is no word for how much having people hovering over my shoulder while I'm online bothers me. AAAAARRRGH!!! Why... WHY CAN'T HE TAKE A HINT!!! I've even tried telling him to go away... he doesn't get it. Why??? Why me?? Why oh why oh why? Can't I just have someone non-creepy for once!? Why does the world hate me? Goshdarnit, when I finally find someone they'd better be super-special to make up for all this crap I have to go through with guys (POOF! Up go my standards again! At this rate, short of genetic engineering I will be very hard pressed to find anyone suitable).
Right... I wish I could remember what else I was going to talk about. I was on such a roll after that nice ramble about my sister. Even more people have suggested now that she get drunk with them. I don't know why this makes me so angry. I mean... she can drink if she wants to, I suppose. It's perfectly normal in the whole social scheme of things. But she's not really the social drinker sort, on account of not being terribly social... so if I found out she drinks I'd be rather concerned. And on some level I want to know that there is someone else that is always sober (and not allergic to alcohol) here. Even if she is related to me.
I think I'll stop rambling for now, since I don't have anything to talk about. I wasn't even at lunch long enough today to enjoy any sort of interesting conversations, since I was in such a hurry to get back here to write my evil paper of evilness. I'm tempted to turn this one rather strange picture of my RA into an icon, but that's pretty much borderline freaky, and should anyone here stumble upon this journal, I'd have to explain it. Explaining is never any fun.
Oh, and the quiz I was taking while being watched and annoyed:
I scored a 45% on the "How U of C are you?" Quizie! What about you?
I look forward to the day when I stop failing this. Perhaps there is a curve... a calculus-sized curve. I think the fact that I am a non-Asian, non-rich, non-Jewish varsity athlete (in the technical sense) who has been to Henry Crown on many occasions and that does not own a sword or talk in class probably has a lot to do with it. However, I can really only fix one of those things.
I ordered my sister's train tickets today... which means for now I have about 80 dollars less than I should, but my mom promises to pay me back. And she's sending my paycheck along, which is 280 dollars. Woohoo! That ought to take care of me for the rest of the quarter (ie, pay for next quarter, really). I need to look into finding proper track spikes too... but for right now that's sort of superfluous. So... my sister's coming up to visit Valentine's Day weekend, because she's got a long weekend. And for some inexplicable reason she wants to come visit. Hehehe, I think if I was stuck back home I'd want to come visit, too. It ought to be fun. Though I swear if someone tries to offer her a drink I will see to it that they are rendered incapable of... umm... something that would make them miserable. Or I'll throw their copy of the Leviathan in the microwave again, since that seemed to throw off their psyche. He was teasing me about it tonight, and saying that it was unfortunate that for most people here having sex with her was statutory rape. I wanted to smack him. I understand he's just joking, but it is absolutely not funny. I'm probably a lot more protective of my sister than my mom in some respects, and joking about things like that is just crude. I told him if he even suggested anything I'd throw him off the Shoreland. (If I think go away at you enough, will you eventually understand?? How about this glare? Does that get the message across??)
OK, I've completely lost track of what I was saying, because he came in again and sat down next to me to watch whatever I was doing. Goshdarnit that annoys me to no end!!! There is no word for how much having people hovering over my shoulder while I'm online bothers me. AAAAARRRGH!!! Why... WHY CAN'T HE TAKE A HINT!!! I've even tried telling him to go away... he doesn't get it. Why??? Why me?? Why oh why oh why? Can't I just have someone non-creepy for once!? Why does the world hate me? Goshdarnit, when I finally find someone they'd better be super-special to make up for all this crap I have to go through with guys (POOF! Up go my standards again! At this rate, short of genetic engineering I will be very hard pressed to find anyone suitable).
Right... I wish I could remember what else I was going to talk about. I was on such a roll after that nice ramble about my sister. Even more people have suggested now that she get drunk with them. I don't know why this makes me so angry. I mean... she can drink if she wants to, I suppose. It's perfectly normal in the whole social scheme of things. But she's not really the social drinker sort, on account of not being terribly social... so if I found out she drinks I'd be rather concerned. And on some level I want to know that there is someone else that is always sober (and not allergic to alcohol) here. Even if she is related to me.
I think I'll stop rambling for now, since I don't have anything to talk about. I wasn't even at lunch long enough today to enjoy any sort of interesting conversations, since I was in such a hurry to get back here to write my evil paper of evilness. I'm tempted to turn this one rather strange picture of my RA into an icon, but that's pretty much borderline freaky, and should anyone here stumble upon this journal, I'd have to explain it. Explaining is never any fun.
Oh, and the quiz I was taking while being watched and annoyed:
I scored a 45% on the "How U of C are you?" Quizie! What about you?
I look forward to the day when I stop failing this. Perhaps there is a curve... a calculus-sized curve. I think the fact that I am a non-Asian, non-rich, non-Jewish varsity athlete (in the technical sense) who has been to Henry Crown on many occasions and that does not own a sword or talk in class probably has a lot to do with it. However, I can really only fix one of those things.
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The door's closed. My roomie did it. I cannot be accused of hiding, but gosh-darn it's nice to know that people will not wander in here just because the door's open. I don't even want to answer the door when people knock anymore... it's a really sad state of affairs. But that's not the point of this update. I was just randomly musing on things, so I figured I'd write it down for posterity, so I don't have to worry about re-thinking it all over again. Hehehe. Hmm... I wonder why playing a CD is so noisy on my computer. Must be because all those little laptop parts are so close together... crammed into this little (well, not so little as most) laptop case...
So, in general I've come up with my theory on why people here can be so into their respective vices on the weekends and such... Naturally, the UofC is a time-consuming place. People here have about half the free time of normal people, so though under normal circumstances they wouldn't always go out and drink on the weekends and such, the whole lack of free time thing forces everyone to boil their guilty pleasures down to a simple, potent mix. People who use substances as a form of escape go to it. People who don't, go to other things... like ridiculous fantasy/sci-fi and RPG obsessions that they used to like to ignore... certain people I could name... Not talking about myself at all here... hehehe. It's all about quick bits of saturated escapism in whatever way floats your boat. Goshdarnit, the UofC is such a gateway drug!
Yeah... that's a very simple and obvious theory. I came up with it in a few minutes, mm'kay? Heh... I was sort of irritated today when one of the notes on my Hum paper was "get away from ideas used in class, then you don't have to worry about being unoriginal"... the problem being in class our discussions usually go rather in-depth so it's hard to say anything worthwhile without referencing class discussions. Maybe if I just didn't come to class.... but really, this is just an issue I have with my TA... I don't really like the way she grades my papers. So hopefully next paper the actual professor will grade them, and I can figure out how he grades. At least I actually got a B this time. I think I might've gotten as high as a B+ last quarter, but I'm happy with a B. What I really need to do is come up with some sort of idea that I actually care about for one of the essay topics. This total apathy towards Media Aesthetics has got to stop. Just like my malignant procrastination has got to stop.
What doesn't need to stop, however, is this song. Mmmm, I love it so. The lyrics aren't all that awesome, but the music is just lovely. The whole beginning's just a big instrumental thing that reminds me of the forest temple in Zelda (which normally freaks me out thoroughly. That temple gives me the creeps). Mmmm. I could just listen to it over and over again. Hooray for the Postal Service. Hooray for Natural Anthem. I've got to make myself another mix CD with all the newer songs that I just love. Like Aluminum. Oh dear goodness BNL, you needed to make that song longer. Too good... not long enough. I need to listen to my music more often. I neglect it so much while I'm here at school, it's sort of sad. If my CD player wasn't so bulky-ish I'd carry it around with me everywhere.. that might help a bit. What I really need is an MP3 player with a memory large enough to hold most of my CDs. Oh dear, here I go on the iPods again... let's hope I can manage to make it through third quarter without going completely bankrupt, and then maybe I can buy myself one. It seems like while I'm here I just listen to a lot of random sometimes-techno remixes of video game music... which is good for writing, because it has no lyrics, but there's only so far that can go, ya know? Though... I'm currently debating whether I should post some requests, because I really want to hear remixes of the Forest and Spirit temples from Zelda, and Id's Theme, Solaris and the Thames, and Krelian's Theme from Xenogears. All lovely bits of music there. All pretty much along the same lines, too... save for the Solaris and Thames themes... they're just fun. Music is so great. I realized how fun it was when I was making my mini-score for Antigone, and randomly taking breaks to read the scenes with the music playing in the background. Awesomeness! But that could just be me... there's something infinitely amusing in finding the perfectly random-yet-fitting piece of music for something. Especially when it's old and Greek and Attic Tragedy.
I think I'm at that point where I realize that no matter what, I'm going to be up until about one tonight, but that's OK because I'm not doing anything horribly stressing. I'll sacrifice some sleep for more musical enjoyment. Hey, what do you know... this is one of those longer entries again! Hehe.
I want so badly to believe that "there is truth, that love is real!"... and I want life in every word to the point that it's absurd
(There, a fourth song referenced from the same CD to further confuse you! Give Up!)
So, in general I've come up with my theory on why people here can be so into their respective vices on the weekends and such... Naturally, the UofC is a time-consuming place. People here have about half the free time of normal people, so though under normal circumstances they wouldn't always go out and drink on the weekends and such, the whole lack of free time thing forces everyone to boil their guilty pleasures down to a simple, potent mix. People who use substances as a form of escape go to it. People who don't, go to other things... like ridiculous fantasy/sci-fi and RPG obsessions that they used to like to ignore... certain people I could name... Not talking about myself at all here... hehehe. It's all about quick bits of saturated escapism in whatever way floats your boat. Goshdarnit, the UofC is such a gateway drug!
Yeah... that's a very simple and obvious theory. I came up with it in a few minutes, mm'kay? Heh... I was sort of irritated today when one of the notes on my Hum paper was "get away from ideas used in class, then you don't have to worry about being unoriginal"... the problem being in class our discussions usually go rather in-depth so it's hard to say anything worthwhile without referencing class discussions. Maybe if I just didn't come to class.... but really, this is just an issue I have with my TA... I don't really like the way she grades my papers. So hopefully next paper the actual professor will grade them, and I can figure out how he grades. At least I actually got a B this time. I think I might've gotten as high as a B+ last quarter, but I'm happy with a B. What I really need to do is come up with some sort of idea that I actually care about for one of the essay topics. This total apathy towards Media Aesthetics has got to stop. Just like my malignant procrastination has got to stop.
What doesn't need to stop, however, is this song. Mmmm, I love it so. The lyrics aren't all that awesome, but the music is just lovely. The whole beginning's just a big instrumental thing that reminds me of the forest temple in Zelda (which normally freaks me out thoroughly. That temple gives me the creeps). Mmmm. I could just listen to it over and over again. Hooray for the Postal Service. Hooray for Natural Anthem. I've got to make myself another mix CD with all the newer songs that I just love. Like Aluminum. Oh dear goodness BNL, you needed to make that song longer. Too good... not long enough. I need to listen to my music more often. I neglect it so much while I'm here at school, it's sort of sad. If my CD player wasn't so bulky-ish I'd carry it around with me everywhere.. that might help a bit. What I really need is an MP3 player with a memory large enough to hold most of my CDs. Oh dear, here I go on the iPods again... let's hope I can manage to make it through third quarter without going completely bankrupt, and then maybe I can buy myself one. It seems like while I'm here I just listen to a lot of random sometimes-techno remixes of video game music... which is good for writing, because it has no lyrics, but there's only so far that can go, ya know? Though... I'm currently debating whether I should post some requests, because I really want to hear remixes of the Forest and Spirit temples from Zelda, and Id's Theme, Solaris and the Thames, and Krelian's Theme from Xenogears. All lovely bits of music there. All pretty much along the same lines, too... save for the Solaris and Thames themes... they're just fun. Music is so great. I realized how fun it was when I was making my mini-score for Antigone, and randomly taking breaks to read the scenes with the music playing in the background. Awesomeness! But that could just be me... there's something infinitely amusing in finding the perfectly random-yet-fitting piece of music for something. Especially when it's old and Greek and Attic Tragedy.
I think I'm at that point where I realize that no matter what, I'm going to be up until about one tonight, but that's OK because I'm not doing anything horribly stressing. I'll sacrifice some sleep for more musical enjoyment. Hey, what do you know... this is one of those longer entries again! Hehe.
I want so badly to believe that "there is truth, that love is real!"... and I want life in every word to the point that it's absurd
(There, a fourth song referenced from the same CD to further confuse you! Give Up!)
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