Thursday, February 19, 2004
Bastardization of Real Science
Okay okay that's sooo not a song title. Sue me. But since enetation sucks (muahaha I never get tired of saying that), I just want to let Erik know that meches are 10000000x better than BMEs. I give us until our next break together to break out into a meche vs BME fistfight, with each of us representing our respective majors. Not to say that you're the only BME I can stand (which is, you know, true), it's just that, as a science, I don't think thermo is that bad. My professor, Thomas, is kind of weird and took a full hour to "review" everything we need to know for tomorrow's exam (shoot me now), but even he's made a quote in the record Nancy and I are keeping of all the weird shit our professors have said (his being "So, if you want the quick and dirty way of doing things..." while referring to using tables).
In other recent activity I had my first linear algebra exam this morning. I fell asleep reading from the textbook last night and when I got too tired I literally didn't even close the book, just turned it over and slipped it under my pillow; corners sticking out with my elbow curled up around it. It worked, though, and I'm 100% sure that I didn't fail. I came home around 9:15 and fell asleep for an hour and a half, and in this time had a dream that I woke up and wasn't wearing socks. Since my mother was in my room at the time she picked me out a pair of socks (ones that I actually own, yes) and told me she'd go shopping to buy me more since most of the ones I have are full of holes. End of dream. I woke up and looked straight for my sock drawer to get the pair that Mom picked out for me in my subconscious, and realized that I was, in fact, wearing socks. Confused and angry that this is the extent of my subconscious creativity, I went to class.
I wish I could say that things are going on besides school work, but they really aren't. I can feel some things that still aren't right, per se, but I haven't had time to address them because of work. Now they seem to be better so I don't know what to think anymore. I always figured I'd keep this journal as a way to keep track of myself because I'm so scared that a few years down the road I'm not going to remember who I was (am?). I don't want to forget how I think or how I felt about things. I just take it for granted that other people are going to read this. It's not written for anyone but me for that purpose, so I guess other people who stumble upon this site and get a glimpse into my mind and my heart get that benefit of feeling like they know me ever-so-slightly-so-much-better. But I know even that has backfired. I know there are plenty of reactions in here that have made people angry. I know I've messed things up with this. I just can't write by hand anymore; I'm sure I'll lose the paper journal like I always have. Even those aren't save; I found my sister's from high school laying around saying how she wishes that pen-and-paper relationship could be her friend since she has none. I wish I knew my sister better before it became too late. I wish everything wasn't lost.
6:05 PM
0 comments
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
|
|
