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[Feb. 21st, 2002|12:02 am] |
Hmm. Apparently I've been doing five-hour homework assignments for a class we're allowed to work in groups for. The irony slays me. However, I have that other class that has work due tomorrow, and it certainly doesn't involve groupwork. And I've just found out I have a large, hairy quiz to grapple with in lieu of jujutsu. Slightly disappointed here. And looming over that, there's the code due Friday morning.
Life... is good, actually. I'm sucking up pure and applied mathematics like a little quantitative sponge.
Now, if only there were five to ten more hours in the day, and I didn't need to sleep so damned much... |
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| walkies |
[Feb. 21st, 2002|01:06 am] |
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I think I know now why Rek likes to take those walks. All those damned obligations, all that shit that really, really needs to be done... will be done when you get there. Period. Enjoy the interim.
And I would have, had the heavens not opened up as if the campus was a gigantic divine pissoir. Of all the days not to wear my duster...
I'm not sure if it's good or bad that one looming threat of academic peril has replaced another. We'll have to see how I manage it. *grunts manfully*. Yeah. |
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| the physics undergraduate lounge. donnie darko. |
[Feb. 21st, 2002|04:11 pm] |
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| |  sleepy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | stupid broken air-conditioning rattle | ] |
Hmm. The physics undergraduate lounge seems to frequently have people in it. Friendly people, geeky people. Half of them even female. It's certainly a nicer atmosphere than the CSE lab, even though I can't download a 2-SVCD release of "Donnie Darko" there. (Go watch it, it's... interesting.) Somehow, I think I can manage. Especially because of the possibility of spending less than five hours a week on quantum homework. Wouldn't that be nice, now.
Donnie: "Why are you wearing that stupid bunny suit?"
Frank: "Why are you wearing that stupid man suit? Take it off."
--Donnie Darko
Yeah, that's a big, blue bunny. A big, scary, blue bunny.
Okay. Must study. For real now. Quiz is in two hours and fifteen minutes. Must learn about scheduling and timeslices and quanta---AIEEE!! No more quanta! Curse the noncontinuous nature of the electromagnetic field! Run away! Run away! |
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| the princess of darkness. |
[Feb. 21st, 2002|11:17 pm] |
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| | Incubus/Pardon Me | ] |
I think I finally know what the opening pages of Princess of Darkness are about. Before the cheapjack heroics set in, before the rationalizing. It's just strange---inexplicable, even---and frightening. I feel a little like Maki Kurohara. You know, before the demonic possession. My life finally resembles h-manga, but in none of the good ways.
I shouldn't read hot sexy livejournals unless I have every intention of trolling them mercilessly.
Is this what PMS is like? Constantly feeling like you're going to collapse into a heap and be tossed in the bin by the ruggedly handsome janitorial staff the next morning?
Even people who are trying to be nice come off as patronizing and annoying. I don't want them to go away, but I don't want them to keep talking to me.
I'm having something of a "Depo" evening. I'm ugly and lonely. I hate my body. I want to crawl into the fucking ground.
(Imagining that my dozens---and dozens!---of fans will post encouragement, I feel the need to mention that I'm not trolling for attention. I'm wallowing. It's what a journal is for. Piss off, now.)
So pardon me while I burst into flames
I've had enough of the world and its peoples' mindless games
So pardon me while I burn, and rise above the flame
Pardon me, pardon me... don't ever be the same!
--Incubus |
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[Feb. 21st, 2002|11:49 pm] |
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Why, oh why, are "swollen, aching crotches" thought to be a turn-on by porn writers? Why?! |
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