Wednesday, June 30, 2004
so complicated
On my computer at home, I have one away message that is in italics, so I can only assume it's a song quote. I cannot, however, place the song, and if I do a google search with those lyrics, I get one song in return and it is definitely nothing I've ever heard before. This is going to drive me insane.
It's 1:20 here. My week is officially in its second half. I feel like such a math dork dividing time like this, but eh, that's who I am, right? I mean, I got excited when I was browsing deviantART and someone posted Sierpinski's triangle (which is the pattern you get when you take a triangle, make a triangle from connecting the midpoints of its sides, and take out that middle triangle. So now you're left with what looks like three triangles stacked on top of each other, and you do the same thing to each of these three triangles, forever to infinity. It's one of the shapes whose dimension isn't a whole number, and the existance of fractional dimensions makes me happy.) Haha that was a really long explaination. It's easier to show. Maybe I'll get started on my book about the theory of Infinity. Are you sad that I own such a book, and that I got it while browsing the 'Mathematics' section at Barnes & Nobles and bought it under my own volition?
That paragraph was much much longer than I originally intended. I guess things are just that boring here... My testing that I thought I was going to start today won't actually start until Monday, and Carrie, my boss, comes back tomorrow so she won't be standing much for my idle-ness and I'll have to do something besides sit online all day. Shame. At least there's a payday tomorrow, so I can start spending money again. I mailed the checks for my tripod and memory card today. Yummy yummy pictures. I took a picture this morning of the dead/squashed bird on the 'L' tracks, but it's kind of the same color as the stones so I'll have to play with it a bit. I mentioned to Mom yesterday that we don't have a copy of photoshop and her response was "You should get it." I wonder if this means I can go back to being her spoiled daughter & she'll get it for me? We'll see, I guess.
The song playing in the next room is that stupid "I'm coming out" song that's in some jeans commercial with the singing bellybuttons. That ad gave me nightmares. I don't like the song.
1:23 PM
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