I never know how to spell grey. Grey or gray? whatever.
I feel so clumsy and big and awkward and goofy. i have no idea WHY. as usual. give me some emotions but please don't bother labeling them or explaining them.
that would be to easy.
i had a giant starbucks, but it hasn't woken me up. it just made me have to pee a lot.
i sat on a baby last night. for like 7 hours. I hope he recovers.
i'll get back to you when i start making sense.
Wednesday, November 25
yeah...the school rant.
I really don't like precalculus. I've never been so miserable as today when i got back the test i swore I aced. an 84 honestly isn't bad. it's just annoying to study for 5 hours and get an 84 because of a negative sign and putting a "one" instead of "three" in my answer booklet. really.
it's not like i need the grade to be a comm major...pff. it just annoys.
and the final's on trig. moooore studying.
but did you know that like my lassst semester of high school is gonna be killer. i'm so happy. and maybe i can do everything i want to because
A) i will have my license
B) i will have NO science courses and NO math courses
C) I might find my heart again over winter break.
I'm kind of just on autopilot to survive. I just want to be more than ok. But i feel like I need to be done with math and science first.
i dunno. math and science may come easy to other people. for me it's such a stretch, it's always a challenge to understand the most basic stuff. the smart-___ [indian] [prepster] guy that sits behind me in precalc laughed out loud at me this morning when i had to ask the professor to explain something for the third time. it bothered me, because i know half the other people in the class didn't get it either, so who is he to be whatever.
i dunno. there's a guy in physics like that too. i say to him in my imagination, well if you're so smart-___ then go to freakin' rutgers and leave the remedials alone, you dork!
not speaking of the word ___, (trying to be tasteful...) my lab partner from last week is amusing in the way that he adds -___ to the end of all his adjectives.
so i was talking to him, told him something. he responds with, "yo, that's mad interesting-___." I kinda look at him and repeat, "interesting-___?" Then we're both able to laugh at his ridiculous habit.
i like physics, because it makes sense. precalc is more annoying. what is the point of sines and cosines?
the answer: they're ratios.
question: but like how would you use them in real life? like logarithms help you do interest problems?
answer: uhhh....i dunno.
question: but you're in your sophmore year and in calc II....shouldn't you know what you've been doing the past 3 years?
answer: .....
that is why i do not like higher math.
except i would have lots of fun studying stuff like math theory and infinity and imaginary numbers and black holes.
but they don't teach you that until you learn the numbers e and i. e and i are numbers? really?
we spent two hours this morning talking about wavy lines. why?
good question. a good question that no one will answer for me.
i swear it's a conspiracy.
it's not like i need the grade to be a comm major...pff. it just annoys.
and the final's on trig. moooore studying.
but did you know that like my lassst semester of high school is gonna be killer. i'm so happy. and maybe i can do everything i want to because
A) i will have my license
B) i will have NO science courses and NO math courses
C) I might find my heart again over winter break.
I'm kind of just on autopilot to survive. I just want to be more than ok. But i feel like I need to be done with math and science first.
i dunno. math and science may come easy to other people. for me it's such a stretch, it's always a challenge to understand the most basic stuff. the smart-___ [indian] [prepster] guy that sits behind me in precalc laughed out loud at me this morning when i had to ask the professor to explain something for the third time. it bothered me, because i know half the other people in the class didn't get it either, so who is he to be whatever.
i dunno. there's a guy in physics like that too. i say to him in my imagination, well if you're so smart-___ then go to freakin' rutgers and leave the remedials alone, you dork!
not speaking of the word ___, (trying to be tasteful...) my lab partner from last week is amusing in the way that he adds -___ to the end of all his adjectives.
so i was talking to him, told him something. he responds with, "yo, that's mad interesting-___." I kinda look at him and repeat, "interesting-___?" Then we're both able to laugh at his ridiculous habit.
i like physics, because it makes sense. precalc is more annoying. what is the point of sines and cosines?
the answer: they're ratios.
question: but like how would you use them in real life? like logarithms help you do interest problems?
answer: uhhh....i dunno.
question: but you're in your sophmore year and in calc II....shouldn't you know what you've been doing the past 3 years?
answer: .....
that is why i do not like higher math.
except i would have lots of fun studying stuff like math theory and infinity and imaginary numbers and black holes.
but they don't teach you that until you learn the numbers e and i. e and i are numbers? really?
we spent two hours this morning talking about wavy lines. why?
good question. a good question that no one will answer for me.
i swear it's a conspiracy.
Friday, November 20
DtDtU's mission statement
DtDtU will aspire:
1. To be God's megaphone.
2. To give warm fuzzies.
3. To enlighten or remind readers of a world bigger than themselves.
4. To strip blogging of pretense and consciousness of writing.
5. To amuse.
6. To bacon.
1. To be God's megaphone.
2. To give warm fuzzies.
3. To enlighten or remind readers of a world bigger than themselves.
4. To strip blogging of pretense and consciousness of writing.
5. To amuse.
6. To bacon.
I.O.U. One Brilliant Thought
I need to say something
I don't even know what it is!
And the more I stare at the paper
the more ways my brain invents
to be squeezed through a pen
like i was a giant sponge
waiting to rain.
i could tell you thing thing,
it's brilliant (or at least, I'll try to make it seem, with fancy verses and quotes from musty books I haven't actually read)
and it's important (or at least, I could pretend, by writing it in a poem or facebook status) and it's special (or I hope you'd think it was, and I'd try really hard to make it seem it).
But I don't think I will.
I'll keep it to myself. I won't call it art or inspiration or revelation.
I won't call it anything.
I'll hold it tight to my chest and let it hum to me all day.
Sorry. I owe you for this one.
I don't even know what it is!
And the more I stare at the paper
the more ways my brain invents
to be squeezed through a pen
like i was a giant sponge
waiting to rain.
i could tell you thing thing,
it's brilliant (or at least, I'll try to make it seem, with fancy verses and quotes from musty books I haven't actually read)
and it's important (or at least, I could pretend, by writing it in a poem or facebook status) and it's special (or I hope you'd think it was, and I'd try really hard to make it seem it).
But I don't think I will.
I'll keep it to myself. I won't call it art or inspiration or revelation.
I won't call it anything.
I'll hold it tight to my chest and let it hum to me all day.
Sorry. I owe you for this one.
revamped, remodeled and remusic'd!
enjoy enjoy. more words and things that are supposed to be on blogs coming soon.
Friday, November 6
i'm kind of tired, but it hasn't really hit me yet
sitting here in my chik-fil-a uniform...wanting to take my socks off, but being merciful to those in the general vicinity. work goes by fast with the awesome people I work with. there's mary and melmo and the two andrews. we throw stuff at each other and make faces. i also sing to our last customer when i feel like it. there was this chick who recorded me singing this epic broadway song to her about her chicken nuggets. it's probably on youtube. no shame.
anyway.
finally understanding physics. i actually like physics. a lot. because it matters. and i'm good at it.
i'm so lazy, i don't even capitalize. cause the key is so far away from where i'm at with my 2-4 finger typing. and to capitalize, i'd have to lift my wrist.
i got a spot on the paper next semester. i'm head copy editor. happy happy. copy editing might seem a bad idea for not-capitalizing woman, but i love editing. i just don't edit my blogs cause none of you care cause you're awesome that way.
i did just go back and change youre to you're, though.
so yeah, editor. it's a big deal. now i just have to actually register for the internship.
God and i are talking, but not as much as i'd like. always my fault. it's kind of a good sign that i did bother to capitalize him, though. habit.
i got kind of a story idea from looking at a leaf today. i thought, if this was the sail to a tiny boat, that would be awesome. (yeah...my mind jumps weird places. if your mind goes from A to B, mine goes from A to leaf to boats.) so i'll probably think about writing, and then not write.
to get from my door to my bed, i have to toss aside stuff. it's like a sea of crap. papers that are crumpled and important and lost....clothes that i wore for an hour and then changed out of because i'm stupid like that....broken ipod headphones....stuffed animals....small children....
my family went to ihop without me tonight. let me tell you why this is annoying. first of all, it's ihop. second, i've been bugging my mom about going to ihop for forever. i've only been ONCE (yeah, that's right, capitalization) and that was a loooooong time ago. since then my mom's avoided it. but all of a sudden, now that my grandma's visiting, they decide to go ihop exactly at the time that i work. orchestrated? doubt it. cruel? yeah. it hurts real bad.
i'm going to take my precious bundle of pancake pain and cry myself to sleep.
anyway.
finally understanding physics. i actually like physics. a lot. because it matters. and i'm good at it.
i'm so lazy, i don't even capitalize. cause the key is so far away from where i'm at with my 2-4 finger typing. and to capitalize, i'd have to lift my wrist.
i got a spot on the paper next semester. i'm head copy editor. happy happy. copy editing might seem a bad idea for not-capitalizing woman, but i love editing. i just don't edit my blogs cause none of you care cause you're awesome that way.
i did just go back and change youre to you're, though.
so yeah, editor. it's a big deal. now i just have to actually register for the internship.
God and i are talking, but not as much as i'd like. always my fault. it's kind of a good sign that i did bother to capitalize him, though. habit.
i got kind of a story idea from looking at a leaf today. i thought, if this was the sail to a tiny boat, that would be awesome. (yeah...my mind jumps weird places. if your mind goes from A to B, mine goes from A to leaf to boats.) so i'll probably think about writing, and then not write.
to get from my door to my bed, i have to toss aside stuff. it's like a sea of crap. papers that are crumpled and important and lost....clothes that i wore for an hour and then changed out of because i'm stupid like that....broken ipod headphones....stuffed animals....small children....
my family went to ihop without me tonight. let me tell you why this is annoying. first of all, it's ihop. second, i've been bugging my mom about going to ihop for forever. i've only been ONCE (yeah, that's right, capitalization) and that was a loooooong time ago. since then my mom's avoided it. but all of a sudden, now that my grandma's visiting, they decide to go ihop exactly at the time that i work. orchestrated? doubt it. cruel? yeah. it hurts real bad.
i'm going to take my precious bundle of pancake pain and cry myself to sleep.
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