Monthly Archive for January, 2007

Because I’m smart.

So, I met with the Teach for America representative today. More on this later. After our meeting, as I was leaving, he asked me where the campus post office was. No problem. I tell him it’s in the Campus Center, 3rd floor. I describe the building. Can’t miss it. What I don’t manage to convey, because it somehow slipped my mind, is that the Student Union, where we are sitting as I sip my tea and converse with him, is in the Campus Center, and all I had to tell him was to get on the elevator and go up two floors. I think I managed to convince him he needed to go to the administration building. Wow.

It’s times like this I wonder how I got into Mensa.

Micro-rant.

I am in the process of finalizing my law school applications, as some of you know. On the good news front, I’ve sent off my UT application, and am busily looking for orange goats to sacrifice. If you see any, let me know.

But yes, the rant. Both the UT and SMU application PDFs are formatted as forms. So, you can type directly onto them, fill in checkboxes, and all that good stuff. Neat. Completely typed applications should be impressive, right?

Except, neither school makes doing this easy: both their applications, when opened in the newest version of Adobe Reader, inform you that no, you will not be able to save data you type into the form, only print it out. This wasn’t a problem for me when I did the UT app, as I was able to do it all in one sitting, but I worked on the SMU app last night and couldn’t finish it all, so I left it open.

About forty minutes ago, My computer promptly decided to crash for the first time in three months.

Application go poof.

This is surely proof that I’m not as paranoid as I thought I was, and the universe really does plot against me.

Grr.

That’s a really nice tie. (Or: I spend too much time watching the Food Network.)

The Dinner Impossible guy has a really nice silver tie I wish I owned. Also, I get the impression if I looked at one of his soufflés without the proper respect, he would kill me using only a dinner napkin. Such is his power.

As a (very brief) addendum to my last post, I have not in fact lost all tolerance for cold temperatures, but was suffering from an infection. Antibiotics were thrust upon me, and I feel much better now.

So, my first full week of second semester is almost over. For those interested, my classes are as follows.

Monday, Friday: No classes. Seriously.

Tuesday, Thursday:
9:30-10:45: Guerilla Movements in Latin America
2:30-3:45: Senior Seminar in Software Engineering (Capstone)
4:00-5:30: Computational Graph Theory

Wednesday:
2:00-4:30: Communication and Memory

So far, it’s pretty cool. I’ll admit to being less than thrilled when I realized I have two substantial research papers and a project this time around (not including Capstone, which appears to be just one giant project–not that I have any idea what it’s about: clarification is to come later. I can’t shouldn’t complain, though, as I pretty much brought this on myself. I picked the courses. I have resigned myself to the fact I am incapable of creating a course schedule that’s not academically vigorous. Personally, I blame El Nino.

In the I’m-a-Good-Capitalist Department, I just bought one of these to replace my aging MX900 Bluetooth mouse. They’re 20 dollars off at Amazon. Also, over at Buy.com they’re having (had?) a seven dollar DVD sale. Dig it.

Also, because I wanted this post to be a little longer, today is Neil Diamond’s birthday. Congratulations, sir. For another bit of trivia, here is a list of gun myths in popular culture.

Back to school (or not).

As part of my New Year’s resolutions, I hereby swear to post at least one substitantive update to this blog a week. Wish me luck.

So, university was supposed to start back today. I came back on Sunday, seeing as coming back the day before classes begin is undeniably the suck.

But it was all for naught. Central Texas is apparently having some sort of tryst with Killer Frost and Mr Freeze, and perhaps even that master pimp of the cold, Vanilla Ice: ice, ice everywhere (baby). So much so that there were literally inches of ice frozen onto the LR3’s windshield this morning, and my cold-triggered arthritis and Austin-area allergies have combined to ensconce me in a field of tangible pain worthy of a Star Trek mirror-universe agony booth.

In fact, it’s so bad that tomorrow’s classes have been cancelled as well. Seeing as I have no classes on Monday or Friday and only one on Wednesday, this week has turned eerie–the first week of classes has been basically eviscerated–and cold.

So cold.

But at least I have power, and heat–I’m unable to get in contact with my friends in St Louis, who may very well be in the dark. Again. Stay warm, guys.

In other news, the Lethal Weapon I theme as performed by the Anthony Anderson Orchestra is seventeen kinds of awesome. I’ve been playing it over and over, and am surely annoying the crap out of those people unfortunate enough to live with/near me. It’s cheese eighties music, and strikes me as being pre-emo in some ways. Paradoxically, 80s emo is actually upbeat. Obviously, everyone was too happy with their awesome, planet-orbit-shifting hair to really be too bummed out about anything.




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