I haven't had much time to update my blogs for almost a month. That makes me very sad.
I'm working on a programming project that is due at midnight tonight... It's a pretty complex program and I completely forgot about it until last night. I've got most of it finished, though. I just started typing this because I've been at the program for a few hours and I need a break.
So...
I'm dating Paul.
Just thought I'd throw that out there.
Hahahahaha.
Mmmmmmmm, Java.
How's that for an entry? :P
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
I'm glad I'm not a dog.
Because then I wouldn't be able to play Halo :) That's possibly the best thing I heard all week. That, and the thing someone said during the first GALL meeting.
This past week was pretty good. My linguistics professor said that I can add the class, and I really enjoy what we're learning. I'm dropping my classics class as soon as possible because I don't enjoy what we're learning. I love the language, but history isn't my thing. I hated history almost more than I hated math in high school. Unfortunately, I haven't made a turnaround in the history department.
I actually had the gall to raise my hand and volunteer an answer in calculus the other day. As soon as I raised my hand, I thought I'd made a huge mistake. I was absolutely terrified; I haven't done that since I first wanted to be a Computer Science major. I got the right answer, though. Calculus II isn't hard so far, and Dr. Helmstutler is very nice. I also like his teaching style.
I was wrong. Yes, I have a terrible history with math teachers--but math itself is actually quite pleasant.
There was a GALL meeting on Tuesday night. We met in my favorite academic building instead of in our normal spot. I did manage to add the new members to the e-mail list, and we had a whole lot of new members. Hopefully they'll continue to come to meetings. We went around in our circle and gave our names, years, majors, and spirit animals. Someone just randomly suggested that we share our spirit animals, so we did. That's GALL for you. We ended up folding sheets of paper into three parts and drawing the legs, torso, or head of a "monster." After one person drew the legs, he would pass it on to the next person. That person would draw the torso (without having seen the legs) and then she would pass it on to the final person, who would do the head. Some of the drawings were freakish and grotesque, just the way we like it. We did it just as a sort of icebreaking group activity, but Sara said that we should tape them up all over campus.
We did :) I taped one on a sign where it fit in perfectly, and I taped another inside the building's elevator. I love screwing with that elevator :D None of the pictures were around in the morning, but that was okay. It was so much fun. While we were taping the papers around campus, a random passerby stopped and asked, "Is this the monster club?" We laughed out loud and someone told her that WE are the monsters :)
My allergies were really bothering me for most of this week. It was terrible. I was coughing so much, and my nose alternated between stuffy and runny. My chest would start hurting a lot when I had coughing fits, and I finally had to cave and buy some allergy medicine at Wal-Mart. Paul and I made brownies after I got my medicine. Since we improvised a lot while mixing the batter (We put in all the right stuff, but we also fished around in the eggs for a piece of eggshell, had a hard time mixing everything because we didn't have a bowl that was big enough, and couldn't even tell if they were cooked when we took them out of the oven since we didn't have toothpicks.) and I got to taste the brownies first, I decided to do something a little devious. I put a piece of my brownie into my mouth and made a face like it was disgusting, making sure it didn't go unnoticed. Paul seemed a little surprised and asked me if the brownies were okay. I immediately told him that they were good and that I was just joking around--they were actually very good brownies.
I ended up not going to the ACM meeting on Thursday, but all of you computer scientists out there who are reading this and scoffing might be a little more understanding once I explain myself. Ina and I went to visit Paul in his room, where we all started playing Halo 3. Both Ina and Paul are quite experienced Halo players, but I'd never actually played myself. I was given a few minutes to play by myself before we launched into a three-player shooting game where Ina and Paul killed me over and over and over and over and over again. I'm serious. It gives a whole new meaning to the term "epic fail." I was able to escape humiliating defeat by running off to my discrete math class for an hour. We had planned to order some Chinese food and play Halo until my class, after which we would resume play until my ACM meeting, after which we probably would have continued to play until we all collapsed from sleep deprivation. We realized that we really wouldn't have time for me to eat before I had to go to class, however, so we decided to get food later on. When I came back, Ina had already left, so Paul and I got some dinner and Paul was thoroughly entertained by watching me play Halo very badly.
"Am I supposed to shoot him?" (After chasing and attempting to murder the alien guy who was on my side.)
"Oh nooooooo." (After accidentally killing myself with a grenade for the, what, twentieth time? I'm not exaggerating, either.)
"AGGGGHHHHHHHHHH." (After I kept running into the walls and couldn't even manage to go up some stairs.)
"I wasn't supposed to do that." (After jumping off a cliff into some water and dying.)
"Stop moving so I can shoot you." and "Stop shooting me!" (Both of those are self-explanatory...)
It was very sad. Very, very sad. I started to get the hang of it, though, and now I can at least move around without running into too much. Meh, maybe I'll get some more practice this week so I won't suck so much.
The dog quote at the beginning came from a conversation where I revealed that I wanted to grow up to be a dog when I was really little. I don't remember what brought that into the conversation, but I was reminded that I wouldn't be able to play Halo if I were a dog. So I guess it's good that I'm a person? :P
This past week was pretty good. My linguistics professor said that I can add the class, and I really enjoy what we're learning. I'm dropping my classics class as soon as possible because I don't enjoy what we're learning. I love the language, but history isn't my thing. I hated history almost more than I hated math in high school. Unfortunately, I haven't made a turnaround in the history department.
I actually had the gall to raise my hand and volunteer an answer in calculus the other day. As soon as I raised my hand, I thought I'd made a huge mistake. I was absolutely terrified; I haven't done that since I first wanted to be a Computer Science major. I got the right answer, though. Calculus II isn't hard so far, and Dr. Helmstutler is very nice. I also like his teaching style.
I was wrong. Yes, I have a terrible history with math teachers--but math itself is actually quite pleasant.
There was a GALL meeting on Tuesday night. We met in my favorite academic building instead of in our normal spot. I did manage to add the new members to the e-mail list, and we had a whole lot of new members. Hopefully they'll continue to come to meetings. We went around in our circle and gave our names, years, majors, and spirit animals. Someone just randomly suggested that we share our spirit animals, so we did. That's GALL for you. We ended up folding sheets of paper into three parts and drawing the legs, torso, or head of a "monster." After one person drew the legs, he would pass it on to the next person. That person would draw the torso (without having seen the legs) and then she would pass it on to the final person, who would do the head. Some of the drawings were freakish and grotesque, just the way we like it. We did it just as a sort of icebreaking group activity, but Sara said that we should tape them up all over campus.
We did :) I taped one on a sign where it fit in perfectly, and I taped another inside the building's elevator. I love screwing with that elevator :D None of the pictures were around in the morning, but that was okay. It was so much fun. While we were taping the papers around campus, a random passerby stopped and asked, "Is this the monster club?" We laughed out loud and someone told her that WE are the monsters :)
My allergies were really bothering me for most of this week. It was terrible. I was coughing so much, and my nose alternated between stuffy and runny. My chest would start hurting a lot when I had coughing fits, and I finally had to cave and buy some allergy medicine at Wal-Mart. Paul and I made brownies after I got my medicine. Since we improvised a lot while mixing the batter (We put in all the right stuff, but we also fished around in the eggs for a piece of eggshell, had a hard time mixing everything because we didn't have a bowl that was big enough, and couldn't even tell if they were cooked when we took them out of the oven since we didn't have toothpicks.) and I got to taste the brownies first, I decided to do something a little devious. I put a piece of my brownie into my mouth and made a face like it was disgusting, making sure it didn't go unnoticed. Paul seemed a little surprised and asked me if the brownies were okay. I immediately told him that they were good and that I was just joking around--they were actually very good brownies.
I ended up not going to the ACM meeting on Thursday, but all of you computer scientists out there who are reading this and scoffing might be a little more understanding once I explain myself. Ina and I went to visit Paul in his room, where we all started playing Halo 3. Both Ina and Paul are quite experienced Halo players, but I'd never actually played myself. I was given a few minutes to play by myself before we launched into a three-player shooting game where Ina and Paul killed me over and over and over and over and over again. I'm serious. It gives a whole new meaning to the term "epic fail." I was able to escape humiliating defeat by running off to my discrete math class for an hour. We had planned to order some Chinese food and play Halo until my class, after which we would resume play until my ACM meeting, after which we probably would have continued to play until we all collapsed from sleep deprivation. We realized that we really wouldn't have time for me to eat before I had to go to class, however, so we decided to get food later on. When I came back, Ina had already left, so Paul and I got some dinner and Paul was thoroughly entertained by watching me play Halo very badly.
"Am I supposed to shoot him?" (After chasing and attempting to murder the alien guy who was on my side.)
"Oh nooooooo." (After accidentally killing myself with a grenade for the, what, twentieth time? I'm not exaggerating, either.)
"AGGGGHHHHHHHHHH." (After I kept running into the walls and couldn't even manage to go up some stairs.)
"I wasn't supposed to do that." (After jumping off a cliff into some water and dying.)
"Stop moving so I can shoot you." and "Stop shooting me!" (Both of those are self-explanatory...)
It was very sad. Very, very sad. I started to get the hang of it, though, and now I can at least move around without running into too much. Meh, maybe I'll get some more practice this week so I won't suck so much.
The dog quote at the beginning came from a conversation where I revealed that I wanted to grow up to be a dog when I was really little. I don't remember what brought that into the conversation, but I was reminded that I wouldn't be able to play Halo if I were a dog. So I guess it's good that I'm a person? :P
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