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Now, everyone always says that, even if you never had to study in high school, you’ll have to do so in college–like, it’s harder material or something. Really, though, I just don’t see it. Perhaps it’s just the subject matter I’ve had to learn thus far–it is, after all, only my third semester–but I don’t believe I’ve studied once since I came here. Heck, didn’t even really read most of the Greek Tragedies last semester (my Ancient Philosophy teacher now, though, came up with the rather effective method of having us answer questions on it the night before), and somehow managed to pull a B in that class (without once opening cliffnotes, thank you very much).

Maybe I’m just relatively intelligent and soak up information easily–actually, that’s a lot of why I was able to pull off homeschooling as easily as I did (no bragging intended, but I learn essentially anything very quickly)–but I’m thinking it’s possible that it was more just a staple of the humanities I’ve been stuck in during my time here–that is, that they’re F-ing easy. After all, an Engineer asks, “how does it work?”, a Physicist asks, “why does it work?”, and a Liberal Arts major asks, “do you want fries with that?”

See, there’s this interesting thing that my teachers have been doing: almost every one of them has said something to the effect of, “I’m making the final (or midterm, as it were) as easy as possible for you guys.” Only my Greek Tragedy teacher (a rather elderly woman named–I kid you not–Ms. Packman) said anything near, “I’m making the final challenging.”

And it was fairly challenging–I rather wish I had studied, though apparently (thank the Lord) my GPA didn’t suffer too much from this. But it got me thinking (you know, the way a floor tile might–it doesn’t take much) that the professors I’ve had haven’t been too concerned with reasoning through problems–well, I guess I shouldn’t really expect them to be (after all, there aren’t really any problems in these subjects through which one can reason). No, scratch that. It’s that they’re not concerned with deep understanding of the material (there we go!), so much as letting those who are incapable of deep understanding pass the class and give the professor a good end-of-semester review. And that’s basically what it all comes down to–temporarily memorizing enough of the material to get as many people the best grades possible so that the professor gets… well, I’m not sure, but I guess so their department doesn’t get downsized (not like the really good ones can get a raise or anything at a public university. Yay, negative reinforcement!)

Frankly, I’m just annoyed by the lack of active thinking that’s been going on here, and how the professors don’t even try to really challenge our minds–even in my Logic and my Ancient Philosophy class. Yeah, Plato does challenge the mind to a certain extent in his writings, and it’s obvious that the students are looking for challenges to their thinking (probably more than they know) by the fact that we probably spend around half of every lecture with people just raising their hands to comment on and find loopholes in the arguments presented by the readings, but the professor himself seems to be more or less like the others–but I could be wrong; if you’re terribly curious, I can let you know after our first exam.

Perhaps it’s just humanities. Perhaps there’s no need for a deeper understanding, since there are no lines of classes (like, say, Calculus, which comes in three semesters) and no information relying on previous knowledge. Perhaps this simply isn’t exactly the right subject-matter for me. But I’m inclined to think it’s just the time and culture we’re in (My unhappiness? Totally not my fault)–after all, my old Greek Tragedy teacher managed a challenging final–and that’s literature, for goodness’ sake! Really, it’s possible to make young people think (no matter what the old coots say)–I mean, actively think. Like, critically, with their left frontal lobe–and it just disappoints me that this doesn’t happen.

Then again, perhaps I’m overestimating the mental capabilities of my peers… in which case, they should be encouraged more towards trade school and less toward scholarship where they’ll only stay a couple years dragging the rest of us like this, and drop out to work at McDonald’s.

Well, that was a rant to an extent. I guess this answers my question about whether or not I want to go into a more science-oriented sort of path, though.

…even though I spend an average of ~1/2 hour a day (including actually taking them, and probably even less) on them and have spend most of my time watching Star Trek. It’s not a waste of time; it’s a good show I hadn’t seen yet.

To commemorate these finals–and perhaps just because I’m a little lazy at the moment–I present to you a short playlist of songs vaguely related in some way or another to each of my subjects (in which I have a final). Now, Abnormal Psych. was pretty straightforward, but the others were a lot harder to try to think up. Any post-posting suggestions are welcome! Oh, and this should be the last time I mention these classes.

Abnormal Psychology - Psycho, Puddle of Mudd. Duh.
Greek Tragedy - I settled for Metallica’s The Unforgiven III, since it vaguely reminded me of The Odyssey while I was half-asleep and trying to think of a song for Greek Tragedy. Again, further suggestions are welcome.
Archaeology - This was a tricky one. I had four songs in the running, going from subject matter to what I hummed during the final (if you’re curious…and you can probably guess why it was on my mind). I finally decided upon simple and topical–Indiana Jones Theme.
Linguistics - I should’ve saved that mention of The Picard Song for this. Oh well, I’ll just go with something in which the lyrics are hard to understand… for whatever reason. That really has nothing to do with the class.
Geology - Yeah, the professor was Canadian, so I’m just going with Rush.

Ah, but that’s not all that’s been happening. I have pictures! The first has no particular significance, but I saw it on a dumpster after my final today:

Like I said, no significance, but it still had meaning for me. One of those “too true” things or something.

The second one comes with a story. Now, my weekend office-cleaning job is typically pretty tame. Once in a while, though, something crazy happens there. I can’t explain it; the rest of my life is sitting on the computer and occasionally an interesting conversation with a human, but this kind of thing never happens anywhere else.

Now, if you’re expecting something as interesting as that last time, it’s not quite that eventful, but still crazy. Now, of course, cleaning entails cleaning the bathroom, where my tale takes place. The time is noonish 2 Saturdays ago. I scrubbed the toilets, got out the all-purpose Windex, and moved the soap off the sink in order to clean it. I then screamed and jumped back 6.3857 feet. Why, you ask? Because of this:

A gigantic beetle sitting on top of the faucet. Let me stress again, this thing is huge. That picture is nowhere near doing its size justice. I calmed down, took a closer look, and determined that it was no longer with us. Thus, I snapped a quick picture (see above) as close as I dared, and sucked the bloody thing into the vacuum, where it now rests. Yet the question remains, how did it get there? There are a couple possibilities, all of which seem fairly improbable. Either it climbed up there and died; died in the ceiling, fell out, and landed on its feet perfectly balanced on the faucet; or my dad–who, I believe, is the boss at the office–found it elsewhere and put it there. Well, surely my father wouldn’t be so immature at work, right?

Right?

So for a while, I was assuming the best of my family and even considered looking up how 10-ft. beetles like that one like to die, just to see if it says anything about preferring open spaces (really, I try unreasonably hard to think the best of people). Then I remembered, my dad can be a jerk. He’d been there the previous week, though all the other employees had as well. However, their daughters aren’t going to be there cleaning, and I don’t know how likely they are to play pranks like this. But my dad has done this kind of thing at home…

Oh well, it made for a nice giggle and story to tell within a blog post of random stuff. Topical posts will resume in a few days; and fret not, for I do have topics.

Watch The Soup–the concept of ridiculous titles gets stuck in your head.

So! Welcome to the first ever edition of Stupid Things I Heard in Liberal Arts This Semester, a soon-to-be-semiannual Creative Title post. As you have probably already reasoned, this is a compilation of idiotic quotes, topics, and general sounds from professors and students in my classes (and one from my dorm) throughout the semester. Let’s just jump right in, shall we?

1. “Abnormal” as defined by my Abnormal Psychology class. It can’t just be not normal; it has to be maladaptive, since, you know, the term abnormal might be insulting to some.
2. My Archaeology professor says, “There’s a reason we can’t have automatic weapons… and it’s a good reason.
3. Archaeology professor’s rant on how he doesn’t understand people around here (in terms of not recycling, knowing what county we’re in (knowing, not not knowing), etc.)
4. Archaeology professor’s rant on how roads in Raleigh don’t make sense (particularly due to the lack of numbered streets). Frankly, I took offense at this one; my great-grandfather was a civil engineer specializing in highways and had a large hand in the NCSU Civil Engineering curriculum.
5. The large majority of students in my Linguistics class laughing when listening to samples of the Southern Vowel Shift (that is, this area).
6. “I’m just wondering why men hated women so much.” and, of course, all subsequent conversation.
   
7. Any and all of The Technician’s coverage of racist comments on the Free Expression Tunnel (ex: search for “free expression tunnel”). I mean, really? The NAACP?
8. Archaeology professor asks, “What expensive bureaucratic systems do we have? The military?” That is, his first thought is the most useful one. PLUS: there’s a member of the military in the first row. The next three were road-building, extracting materials, and salaries.
9. Frankly, I just found the title of a seminar on the Free Expression Tunnel “incident” offensive. “The Gun, the Flag, and the Noose.” Since, you know, only racists have guns.
10. On election night, I was going to the bathroom and heard the following exchange between a girl in my dorm suite and one of her friends. Note: These are the people being encouraged to vote. Girl: I can’t believe West Virginia went for McCain! Guy: Well, West Virginia’s real southern.
11. Archaeology professor’s rant on how one of the things you see before every society collapses is the rich getting greedy, and how we see that exact thing happening today. (I’m not saying it’s not necessarily true, just that the implications about why is off-base).

• My Geology professor (who, until further notice, is the speaker for all following) gives advice: “Go be a bum in Europe … because if you try to be anything other than a bum, it’ll cost you too much.”
• “If you get a research grant, don’t ever figure out what you’re figuring out, or funding will stop.”
• When talking about earthquakes, referred to the Ring of Fire as the “Ring of Shake n’ Bake”
• When explaining about why we put chlorine in water, “… ’cause the bugs are not expecting the Spanish Inquisition!”
• “… so we tied ropes around grad. students and threw them off the side [of the Grand canyon].”
• In Linguistics (further notice), “Joe Biden is a Republican.” was the primary sentence used to demonstrate truth conditions.
• Also in Linguistics, I just couldn’t help but think of The Picard Song when the professor mentioned diagramming particularly long sentences. You get one guess as to the exact line.
• Some poor guy’s ringtone in Greek Tragedy sings, “… don’t want none unless you got buns, hun.”

I know it’s been a few days since the last post. This is because, frankly, I couldn’t really think of what to post about.

I finally decided on school, and some stuff not having to do with school–with pictures! I considered attempting to put it in poetic form, but not only would that make it difficult to include the pictures, but I haven’t written any in a while and it’d be hard enough to find rhymes for many necessary words (like, say, Linguistics).

So far this semester, my opinion of college has actually improved somehow. It’s coming off as more “real education” as opposed to “busy work so the teachers can pretend they tried to teach you something” like I expected from my public high school experience. I’ve gone down to 16 hours of 6 classes (from 17 of 6), basically because I was in a lab for one of them and found out that it actually wasn’t required, and I’d really rather do better in the ones I do need.

The funny thing about this semester is that all my classes seem to be amazingly connected to one-another. Geologic (or, rather, climate) changes in Africa drove us to develop bipedal walking (Geology leading to Archaeology). Due to that, tons of evolution happened and eventually language was invented (Linguistics), which gave us an even greater advantage. From that, societies developed, one of the earliest of which was the Greeks (Greek tragedy… I’ll be reviewing at least a couple of those plays, btw). All throughout this, of course, a small percentage of people had psychological disorders that everyone had to figure out how to deal with somehow (Abnormal Psychology). Seriously, the only one seemingly unable to fit so far is Archery.

They’re all terribly interesting and I realize, unfortunately, humanities as well (with the exception of Geology, but after Chemistry last semester, it just seems to fizzle as a hard science). My original intent was to try to space everything out, but due to my lack of having taken any courses at all in the fall of last year, I got very last pick, and all else had long since been taken. Therefore, lots and lots of reading and writing to look forward to whilst losing whatever basic algebra and calculus might still be clinging to my neurons. Hopefully better luck will come for next semester.

Well, as you already know, my Abnormal Psych. class is filled with feminazis. In case you needed barely-legible proof:

In my lovely handwriting and photo taken with the high quality that camera phones are known for. Anyways, there’s not much else notable about the class. There is the fact that professor really likes us doing group work, which is unfortunate for me due to my dislike for group-work and recent self-diagnosis of social anxiety, but nothing more.

Linguistics is incredibly refreshing due to one of its primary premises being, “screw grammar rules!” Also, the professor in there cussed on the first day of class during our discussion on infixes (or, rather, the one English infix (or, less offensive variations of it)), which is always fun.

My Archaeology professor neither looks nor acts anything like Indiana Jones.

I decided upon Greek Tragedy, not just to fill a requirement, but I’m actually truly interested in it. In high school, I took two semesters of Theatre, and Greek tragedy was about the only thing we actually learned anything about. It got me incredibly interested in the subject, and I’ve since bought translations of many of the plays and read a couple on my own. They were primarily counted as homeschool even then, but I still needed a bunch of other types of literature for the requirement (I’ve actually been thinking about Hamlet a lot lately, since I really enjoyed not only the play, but the character himself. I’m starting to want to read it again). It’s just cool to be going through a bunch of them for school instead of in spite of it.

Speaking of literature, new I’d Hit It coming on Saturday. I know it’s been a tough couple of weeks without Regina killing people. I’m also nearly done with writing the whole thing, which is pretty neat.

Not much to say about the remaining couple classes. However, every time I go to Geology, I get to pass by the greatest graffitti ever:

Ten points for knowing where that is, an extra twenty if you can guess the time of day within two hours.

Off-campus time has been about as eventful. The second week of school, my dog got really sick, and we thought it might be Addison’s disease, but she’s apparently perfectly healthy. Either way, she’s gotten a lot better since, so there’s no real current worry.

There’s also been some further preparation for the upcoming wedding, though I’ve not been doing too much. The dresses have been all altered, and my actually-not-fugly shoes match my dress perfectly:

Colors don’t show up too well with the camera phone, but they’re both the same chocolate brown… it’s an autumn-themed wedding, and thank goodness the shoes aren’t orange like The Sister wanted at first.

Speaking of the camera-phone screwing up colors, I’ve also been promoted to 1st gup in Tang Soo Do, which looks like this:

…only the stripes are actually a dark blue, due to that being our “black” belt. Black or blue, though, that top stripe means I’ve got 6 more months worth of asskickery down pat (uhh… don’t tell any of my instructors I described it like that).

One final thing: The B.I.L.T.B. finally got a full-time job, which is primarily a good thing, but it’s in Texas. Therefore, that is where The Sister will move by December (I believe she still needs to finish this semester here). She had been starting to bug me with her… well, constant purposeful bugging me about various imperfect aspects in my life (little, if any, exaggeration… you just have to know her), but I must say I’ll miss her a bit. After all, seeing her and The B.I.L.T.B. every week has been the majority of my social interaction for over a year now. Naturally, it’s looking like things will pick up with that this semester through various activities and the like, but I’ll still miss the two of them. Oh well, ’tis life.

I’ll try for actual substance on Thursday.

That sounds like the title of the lamest fantasy novel ever.

Since it’s been over a week since my last final, and a few days since all my grades got in, I feel like I should do this before I completely forget. Review of The Silmarillion should be up tomorrow, and an update on my new gun (I’ve decided to name it Narsil after Elendil/Aragorn’s sword so that it will be effective in case Sauron ever comes after me) the next day or so.

As far as living in a dorm went, it wasn’t as horrible as everyone made it out to be. Towards the end, my roommate’s prescence began to get on my nerves, but she herself wasn’t that bad. Silly human nature, needing privacy.

Classes were rather fun–far better than I remembered public school being, though the other students weren’t much of an improvement. I suppose that should have been expected, this being college and typical college students being what they are, but I still don’t have to enjoy their prescence. As far as subject matter went, I was fairly pleased, since a lot of it was actually new and of interest to me. I ended up doing relatively well in all but my first-year college course, but ended up with a 3.0 GPA, so it’s all good. Here’s a breif summary of it all:

Chemistry: I’d heard the usual stuff about this class being difficult and “nothing like high-school chemistry” and all that, but it was actually fairly easy for me to understand (I sure hope so, since I was considering it for a major). I ended up with the more or less average grade of a B with an A in the lab and, no matter how fun this was, a hope to not return to it (especially in the for of Organic Chemistry, a course which I’ve heard is far worse).

Psychology: This was probably my most favorite class of the semester, since it’s an absolutely fascinating subject. So fascinating, in fact, that I’ll be taking Abnormal Psychology (something of which I already have a good knowledge due to some family issues and reading Baumeister’s Evil: Inside Human Violence and Cruelty (I highly recommend it, by the way. Well-written and thought out. Gives great insight into crime and war and the like.). I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy it) and am considering a minor in the subject. Got an A, which should be fairly understandable.

Intro to University Education: That’s my first year college course that I hated so very, very much. I learned in Psychology to put what you don’t want people to remember somewhere in the middle, so ha! This class wasn’t exactly hard or anything, but it was pure BS, which I seem to lack the ability to tolerate. I will work like crazy for something that has a purpose for me, and will still get a job done if it has a purpose for anyone anywhere, but the work in this class was completely pointless in every sense of the phrase. Towards the end, my instructor/advisor talked to me a little bit about it and told me that I’d fail if I didn’t start doing work, and I couldn’t exactly tell her that her job seems pretty useless to me, so I squeezed by with a D-. Thankfully, too, since my GPA would have been below 3.0 had I not.

Calculus I: This began extremely rocky for me, since I’d more or less forgotten algebra while I’d been working so insanely on my grad. project. Nonetheless, I made a comeback on each of the even-numbered tests and got a bloody 87 on the final, which also replaced the 61 I had from the first test. Therefore, I managed a C+, of which I am incredibly proud.

English: This was also a bit of a rocky start, but mostly due to the grammatical and organizational freedom that I’d gotten used to during my homeschooling days. My last paper and my final (a presentation) were both on the topic of concealed carry on campus. I ended up with an 85 on both due to having points taken off for length–10 for the paper because it was too short, and 5 for the presentation because it was too short. I think I already talked about all this. So I ended up somewhat disappointed since I was aiming for an A and ended up with a B+. Can’t win ‘em all, I guess.

Overall, it’s been a good first semester, and I look forward to the next one, when I’ll not have a completely useless class dragging down my GPA so much. No, not even PE–I was pretty much the last person allowed to sign up due to my lack of any classes last semester (stupidest policy ever), so the basic, boring ones were already taken. Instead, I’m taking archery, which should be rather fun.

UPDATE: When I spoke of grammatical freedom, I didn’t necessarily mean that I could make every mistake in the book–in fact, those were corrected like crazy. I meant that, for example, I could use “oftener” at one point because I looked it up and found that it was in common usage in old and middle english. Since that day, I’ve noticed every time someone says “often” whether or not they pronounce the “t,” since it wasn’t pronounced in speech before “oftener” was more or less kicked out of the lenguage (I like to think less).

I’ve been a terrible blog hostess this week. Finals are now officially over for me, and my warcraft character is now finally 60–a goal the B.I.L.T.B. set for the end of spring break. He seems to think that I actually want to sit and play that game all the time. Well sorry, but I’d rather have at least a little bit of a life.

About the finals–what I’m claiming as the real reason I haven’t been posting–I didn’t do as well on the chemistry one as I’d hoped, but my overall grade in the class is still a B, so I’m not too worried. I still have no clue how I did on the exams for psychology and (of course, since I just finished it) calculus, but I feel optimistic about psychology and don’t think I completely failed the calculus one. There was this one problem that’s driving me crazy, though. It was the optimization problem, and I know exactly how to solve it, but I got to this one purely algebra part that I just couldn’t solve. I know I’ll seem like a complete idiot once I put it up here if someone leaves the answer in the comments. Still, I took the derivative, simplified it all I could, and set it equal to 0. I then ended up with this: 2400-2w^2-w^3=0

So what is w? I took up the whole space rearranging it every which way trying to get something, but just couldn’t. I know it’s real simple, though, which is why it’s making me so insane.

So, that’s been my week. I’m still reading The Silmarillion, and I have 3 more chapters to go until the main book ends, though after that I still need to get through Akallebeth (The Downfall of Numenor) and–I’m looking forward to this so much–Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age. Then, I’ll come review the whole thing! Ain’t life grand?

Alright, I need to leave and go home now (with my computer!), and hope I get a GPA of about tree fiddy. I won’t, but it fit with the video.

Today, I went to my first “forum event” as a first-year college (I hate that program so very much, and will keep saying so until I can switch to a real major.) requirement. I was supposed to have been going to them all throughout the semester, but they all suck, so now I’m just packing them in along with all the other unhappiness that the last 3 weeks of classes brings. If I don’t (and probably even if I do, since I have a tendency to refuse work without a purpose–I know, I’m a rebel), I’ll probably fail my one BS class–the FYC class–but my GPA would likely remain at or above 3.0. Therefore, even if I continue slacking off in there, I’ll still be automatically accepted into my major when I can apply. I’ll still work for the D-, though.

So, the ultra-exciting event consisted of an old guy talking about us running out of oil . That’s really the best they have of the “educational” variety at this point (I need an educational, a cultural, and any random other one). So, I came in a little late as a young German or Dutch guy was finishing up the introduction for the old guy. The young guy looked vaguely like Adam Baldwin, but I could be wrong, since I tend to imagine stuff like that… Yeah, I’m pretty sure I imagined it.

The old guy got up to talk, and actually gave a surprisingly factual, reasonable presentation on the current state of the transportation system, oil reserves, and economy. Basically, the point was that oil will run out eventually–possibly fairly soon–and that it will have a huge impact on our lifestyles when we do. He went over some popularly suggested solutions, ex: ethanol and hydrogen, but shot them down, primarily because they’re all way too expensive and/or take way too much energy to produce. In the end, he seemed to settle on plug-in hybrid vehicles (I assume he didn’t only mean petroleum/electric hybrids, since the problem is that we’ll run out of petroleum) coupled with nuclear, coal, wind, and solar energy, from which the power taken through plugging-in will come. This is about the same conclusion to which I came through my many long conversations with my mom on the issue after she read The Long Emergency (I haven’t read it, but I do not recommend it to people who obsess over anything–for the sake of their family and friends), except I just thought of cars fully-powered by electricity, though now I’m not entirely sure they exist… do they? He also mentioned putting some sort of setting on cars so that, when you plug them in at your house, they’ll only recharge during hours of non-peak energy usage, though I may have been kind of lost there.

Yet I also believe that the free market will take care of that when the price of gas gets so high that consumers are more willing to pay for these alternatives. The old guy mentioned that a few decades ago (80’s, if he didn’t mix up his decades… I believe it was actually 70’s), the price of petroleum went up to $40/barrel, and people began to drive less, heat their houses with alternative means (plus used better insulation), etc. Then the middle east began drilling, the price went back down, and people forgot about it. If I am to judge by the Q&A session, which I’ll talk about more later, however, it seems like he may have meant that the government should do something about oil consumption. NAY! Nay, I say! We have this necessary technology now, but it’s simply unreasonable to push it. The time will come when it will all be put to good use, but it’s still far too expensive for the average person to afford, especially since the price of oil is still so much lower. The old guy (really, I have no clue what his name is) never mentioned government during the presentation, so I’m not certain that this is what he was implying, but… well, you’ll see.

So, here it is: the Question and Answer session. The old guy wrapped up his speech and asked for questions, so the guy in the row in front of me–the one who had been nodding, not only his head, but his entire body the whole hour–raised his hand. He began, “Well, I don’t have so much of a question as a comment…” and the room immediately began to fill with smug. He went off on this rant that must have been at least 5 minutes long on how it’s his hope and dream for the future that the world be filled with these wonderful, clean energy sources that the old guy mentioned and that he’ll only have to use liquid fuel in his car every 50 miles or so, if he doesn’t recharge the battery, yadda yadda yadda. The other questions didn’t get much better, though at least most of them were questions. The worst in the bunch? “Even if we manage to find more oil reserves and don’t run out for another 50 years, doesn’t the government still absolutely need to regulate our consumption because of global warming?” Gag me, please. The best? Surprisingly from the same person, “You didn’t really mention hydrogen power, why not?” (It was because hydrogen is ridiculously expensive to produce and impractical to transport). Needless to say, once that was over, I rushed out and inhaled a big breath of fresh, smug-free air into my poor lungs.

After that, the walk back to my dorm was like a horror movie due to the Obama campaigners who have been running around all week. I nearly started screaming and shoving everyone out of my way so I could return to the safety of the internet. Coupled with the two girls sitting very near to me in psychology today talking about how wonderful Hillary’s socialized healthcare plan is, I think this experience has made me officially ready for summer… though maybe I should rethink applying for a job at the Barnes & Noble in Cary.

I think I’m at a university…

Sorry, nothing thoughtful today. I spent maybe about 10 hours last night working on my english paper, and didn’t go to sleep until around 5:30 (and woke up at 7). Therefore, I’ll say all that I can before dumbing you back down with the video. First of all, “whoops,” is in order for my not having begun work on the paper sooner. That is a very, very large whoops, just so you know. Undoubtedly, I’ll probably do the same thing again after a while, though perhaps not to the same extent. I’d just forgotten that writing a 7-page paper on facts is very different from a 4-page paper on some BS. Secondly, Thesaurus.com is my very best friend. And lastly, The Silmarillion is kicking arse so far. I’m only on page 87/304, but you must admit that in a Tolkien book, a good deal of awesomeness has already come to pass. That’s it for now.

While I was working on writing the paper that I never want to read in my life (mostly for fear of how horrid it will surely be, having been written so late), I mostly listened to Linkin Park since they’re awesome and I happened to be in the mood for their music. However, I occasionally took a break to find a YouTube video with some random song that I enjoy. At one point, I looked up that Looking For Group video, and happened upon the most hilarious song ever written in the “Related Videos” section. Allow me to present, She’s too fat for me (the WoW video was better than any other videos that included the song):

Well, I don’t blame you. The homework that almost everyone told me I was going to have is finally appearing. I say almost because my sister and her fiancee gave (and continue to give) the impression that there really isn’t that much, and I should focus more on leveling my Warcraft character. I think they took it as a hyperbole when I said that I’ve completely forgotten all the algebra I’ve ever learned. Plus, this week has been taken up with writing my humanities essay for english, studying for the chemistry test tomorrow and my introduction to the Maple program for calculus, all in addition to the regular calculus homework. And I don’t have a computer on the weekend, so that sucks somewhat, too.

Better luck next week. Until then, enjoy The Rock (found on RWN as a suggestion for president):

I used to watch WWF religiously when I was in 6th grade; I loved it. It was the mother/daughters fun activity in my family at the time. It was the time with that whole Triple-H marrying McMahon’s daughter thing. My mom, who would probably discorporate if she wasn’t obsessed with something or another at any one time, even bought Mick Foley’s book, Have a Nice Day. Yes, I’m linking to the wikipedia article–it’s 1 in the morning and I have to get up at 7, you’re lucky I’m talking about this as much as I am. So, the overall point is that The Rock is awesome.

Also, I will have a book review on here once I finish reading the book that I’ll be reviewing. That probably means next week or the week after, but we’ll see. It’s a good book, though. Until next time, enjoy real life.

So, last week consisted of my first calculus test (on which I got a low D, which was better than expected. The problem isn’t with the concepts I’m learning, just the fact that I’ve completely forgotten all algebra I’ve ever learned). Also, on friday night I got promoted in tang soo do, so you are now reading the words of a 2nd gup. It was kind of sweet too, because my sa bom nim gave a little speech to the class basically saying that I’m a person of character and stuff like that–I would have cried if I were one to cry much.

And so this week, I have an english essay to write (“Analyze a piece of artwork, but don’t give any opinions!” Seriously, that’s what we’re supposed to do. The hell?) and a chemistry test. Not to mention, I’m supposed to be leveling my WoW character more, but I probably won’t be able to do that this week. Or anything. So, sorry, and until whenever:

We were just learning about the brain in psychology, and I found that fitting. Also, there may be a tiny announcement here soon, but I haven’t quite made a decision on the issue. We’ll see, though.