moody with a chance of links
Jan. 22nd, 2004 05:33 pmYesterday started off poorly. I woke up with a sore throat and feeling a sinus infection hanging over my head, besides which I was short on sleep. Biking to PCC started to seem like a really good idea despite feeling bad, mostly because I was sure they had the herbal sinus stuff that is awful but works, and then because I missed my bus. So I did that. They didn't have the medicine, though, and the jerk who was stocking shampoo in that area told me in his softest little voice that they "never ever ever ever" have had anything from that manufacturer at that store. Someone needs to tell him that talking quietly doesn't mean he's not an asshole. (I may do so but haven't gotten around to seeing whether they have web contact info. Also it is TROUBLE and things suck.)
My knees are being bad, to the point that I've gasped a couple of times yesterday and today while sitting down. Jeez, I know I biked some, but come on, knees. I was gentle.
I continued to have NO BRAIN WHATSOEVER yesterday and forgot to do my prelab. For heaven's sake. I remembered I needed to bring the lab book, and that there would be a lab lecture, but Space Cadet Girl completely forgot the prelab was due. Stupid, stupid brain.
On the other hand, I had a good moment of math-happiness in calc class, and I got away with not bringing the giant heavy book again. (He often has us do problems from it in class, but this was not one of those days.)
But I may be getting some kind of knitting RSI.
Today, I was totally wrong and shrill with it in chem class. I'd misread the problem. The girl who is taller, smarter, and prettier than me corrected me. Grr. (I told Wim, though, I found out she has a husband and I feel a little superior. "Family mundane!" he said. Hee.*)
Today's chem lab was supposed to be with a partner. As the only person who tried and failed to find a partner, I discovered that there are 37 people in our class. That number is not divisible by two. Anyway, I got the head lab tech to help me with the stopwatch, and it was fine. After making a fool of myself in class, I was far more in the mood to go it alone with a favor or two from Tess than I was to deal with a classmate the whole length of the lab. It went okay. I haven't analyzed the data much yet, but it looks pretty good.
I'm kinda behind on work, but nothing is late yet. Actually, I did some good work this afternoon, so I might catch up soonish. And the chem quiz and math test were both moved until next week.
"Do the lyrics to 'Saved by Zero' actually mean anything sensible?" I asked myself, after having the song run through my head for two days. Answer: kinda maybe. I did find a blog on that site, though, which pointed me to some archived concert recordings. They say the artists are pleased to have those traded, too. Neat.
And I only looked for that after finishing the proof I needed for my math project, so I guess I'm doing okay right now.
* If you are insulted by this, I'm sorry. I am just grasping at straws to not feel like I suck compared to this girl, and I really like the way Wim knows what I'm thinking, even if it is snobbish. People I know who have husbands usually do it in ways I don't mind.
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Date: 2004-01-22 11:15 pm (UTC)I can imagine physically taller, but I reject the notion of smarter and/or prettier than you. QED
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Date: 2004-01-23 08:07 am (UTC)talller I cannot speak to, as pretty much everyone is taller than me.
holding the stop watch is better anyway.
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Date: 2004-01-23 03:46 pm (UTC)I think you would think this girl was really pretty too. She has brown hair the same length as mine (but NICER) and such clear pale skin, and good features. She doesn't seem like someone I would really like, or I would mind less. :)
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Date: 2004-01-23 08:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-23 03:48 pm (UTC)I can imagine smarter than I currently am because I've been smarter than I currently am. The whole thing with the constant headaches does a number on my concentration. And I think she got a 4.0 in the last chem class...
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Date: 2004-01-24 06:21 am (UTC)After seeing your entry for it's meaning and others asking I figured it was time I got the answer.
The meaning I had accepted was, "the void is a source of creativity and therapeutic change." Which I think is pretty close.