There's another thing I learned on the internet, and that is the meaning of the word "lulz." It's kind of like lol but laughing at the expense of others...although I think in a good-natured way I presume.
Like being a girl in engineering, a few days ago I hinted that I might be a lesbian. I'm actually bi, but I was just doing it for the lulz because there are so few girls in engineering to begin with. (Also they started it by jokingly calling me a minority because I'm a smart girl.)
Blogging is addictive... once you start it you don't want to go back to writing in a journal. It's because you get feedback from blogging you don't get from writing in a journal.
It also helps me be more concise (if left to my own devices I would just go on and on with sound and fury and signifying nothing.) I've learned a new acronym for forums (and elsewhere) which is "tl;dr" meaning "too long; didn't read."
My grandpa was an airplane pilot and right now he's trying to put hydrofoils on the floats of this small airplane so he doesn't need so much horsepower to get off the water. He doesn't know how big to make the hydrofoils so he's going to figure it out empirically instead of trying to calculate it.
Both my grandparents have stories about travelling. My grandma travelled around the world when she was fifty-something, and she was talking about when she went to India and how hot and stinky and poverty stricken it was there, and how she was glad to get to the next stop on her trip (Geneva) after that.
It's sad that some people in India are so poor that they have to beg for food and there are people that die overnight in the streets. It's similar to stories about World War II concentration camps except there aren't any Nazis to punish for it. Both seem distant: World War II is in History books, and poverty in India is on the other side of the world.
My grandpa flew planes and said that one time when they were leaving India there were people living at the end of the runway, and they almost ran them over because they were told the wrong weight of stuff on the plane (they ended up just blowing the tops of the little makeshift houses at the end of the runway.) It must have been nice to fly away from there.
(When I put labels for the post, I tend to combine these three together: peace, environment, space. Even though the blog entry doesn't have anything to do with space, I like thinking about the Earth as a whole not as "us" and "them.")
I alternate between being lazy one week and being very organized the next. The lazy weeks are always the best, because I already planned what needed to be planned and caught up on what needed to be caught up on.
It's a lazy week now.
I wondered what would happen if I put a link to a random youtube video on my blog, not telling anyone whether it's a rickroll or not.
I guess this is how sociologists do experiments.
Hm...I didn't quite get the text right, but it's pretty good considering I don't have photoshop yet so I edited that on Pages (the mac version of MS Word.)
♦ My 250 word essay turned out well. I was able to say what I wanted, in a concise way. So I decided to write a 55-word story...but I'd just been catching up on reading of webcomics so my story turned out to be twenty-something words and reminiscent of the comics over at asorfterworld.com.
Note: I own none of these pictures they're all stolen from people's deviantarts. I apologize in advance.
♦ I'm looking at people's pictures on deviantart, and seeing some people with interesting outfits. I'm going to make my wardrobe a little more interesting than jeans and t-shirts.
There was this dance "audition" but really there weren't enough people to need to call it an audition. I wasn't planning to do it because they told us there would be 6 hours a week of practices...sheesh. But today they had "callbacks" and I didn't go. They called me and said they would like to have me in the group, and that the commitment would actually depend on how much I did.
I am not immune to whatever this is - flattery or praise. This is usually how I go...well if I don't try it i'll never know if it would have been awesome.
Also, I want to skate. Figure skating costs the same as (say) a chem text book + a math text book, for 3 days a week. If you calculate it that's a little over $2 per hour. I think it would be a good thing to do.
Because I want to do something I'm not good at. What I mean by good at is something that I feel that I make progress in and don't have to struggle in: math and science, not getting nervous for tests, dance. I need some balance in my life.
Decisions, decisions.
Here's a pretty picture I saw on the wide internets:
Image from some site.
Hey it's friday. You know what that means? That's right, it's Friday X blogging!
(Image © The Big Bang Theory.)
♦ This show makes me laugh so much. Have I already said that? It's consistently funny, and we're on the same wavelength. I predicted that if Sheldon identified with any Star Trek character it would have to be Spock (like when Leonard is upset and Sheldon says to him "There, there. Do you want to talk about it?" That was priceless.)
The episodes all are different, too. It isn't just a continual string of references to the same thing.
Anyway, the episode in the picture has a lot of Star Trek references, and this one is when they're trying to convince Sheldon to join their team for a physics trivia competition, and they have to quote Spock's dying words to him (Something logical about the "needs of many outweighing the needs of the few or the one.")
"I tawt i taw a Romulan?"
We have to write an "essay" (250-word-paragraph) for our Intro to Engineering course, and one of the guidelines was "Don't be trite." I consequently looked up "trite" in the dictionary:
"(of a remark, opinion, or idea) overused and consequently of little import; lacking originality or freshness."
Also, this blog entry probably isn't interesting for other people, it's one of those blog-journal type entries, as opposed to blog-interesting stuff type entries.
♦ My roommate is upset about something, boy troubles, but I don't want to be nosy and ask her (I just overheard her and my other roommate talking.) I don't seem to have boy troubles, do I?
I think my set of boy troubles are that in a relationship, I'm always "the one who cares less." I know that some people - my roommate for instance - would probably find this refreshing. But I think it would be nice to be the one who cares a little more, or ideally exactly the same amount.
I had a boyfriend over the summer (let's call him S.) who's really nice, but liked me more than I liked him. Hanging out with him was enjoyable and he was a really nice person to be around. Now we're in an "open relationship" because I moved away, but it's a commonly known and repeatedly proven fact that long distance relationships do not work out. Even if they are called "open relationships" on facebook.
I moved here and met a whole new set of friends (thanks to frosh week, and having friends who are in residence.) There is no lack of guys in engineering.
I've been keeping in touch with S. through facebook messages, and yesterday he sent me a poem he'd wrote.
You are my everything
my breath, my soul, my fire.
the way you move, the way you sing
without you i feel incomplete.
waiting again for the day that we'll meet
to hold you in my arms
kisses so tender sweet.
This is much better than any poem I could make, but it sounds a little trite. It's really sweet, but the only problem is I don't feel as strongly about him.
So now I feel like I owe him something. By "something" I mean that I should feel impatient to see him again. Which I don't (any more than my other friends K, L, A, etc.) because I'm so caught up in my life here. The people I see from day to day are real, and everyone else is less immediate.
So obviously I don't like him enough to spend my precious time missing him. Also I've met another boy who I like as a friend, but may want to get to know better. Or alternatively, another option is that I like being single. That's fun too. Whatever works out.
When it starts to seem like I have to feel something in order to be a good girlfriend, then what? Oh, hang on a second while I rearrange the neurons in my brain to send the correct signals so that I can be emotionally dependent on you?
I am not your everything. That's more responsibility than I want, thank you very much.
PS: hang on a second, I think my other roommate is now upset about boy troubles. This all goes over my head.
I am addicted to the TV show The Big Bang Theory. I just watched Episode 7, 8, and 9 and am about to watch episode 10 before I go to bed. It's epically awesome.
Should be studying, should be studying, should be studying. Also my tea is getting cold.
♦ Actually I don't cry, but I have a few times in my life. But usually if I feel like I'm going to cry, I just feel my smile muscles hurt - which I guess are the same muscles you use to avoid frowning.
Nice people make my smile muscles hurt. I was struggling with figuring out which train I need to get on next. Some nice woman sitting next to me overheared me talking on the phone, and was spontaneously really helpful. It made my smile muscles hurt.
It's involuntary, and for lack of a better word, illogical.
Nice people also make me smile. They inspire me to be one.
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