Goodbye warmth
Yay Hawaii!
The best part of Hawaii was chilling in the warm water late at night with Matt. At least we didn’t get stung by jellyfish, eh?
It was also very cool walking around downtown and discussing crap. Fun times indeed.
Because it’s my blog and my post and I want to
25 Things that Make Me Obscenely Happy: A Subjective List in No Particular Order
- Statistics.
- Color.
- A song with a good beat.
- Puns.
- Leibniz.
- Graphs. Of pretty much anything.
- Philosophy and/or philosophical discussions.
- Band.
- Writing.
- Metalocalypse.
- Unexpected romantic moments (I know, I know, gag).
- Memories.
- Knowing that, whenever I want to, I can walk into a room of farts and not have any clue about the horrible stench.
- Rock Band. Especially when it’s taken way too seriously.
- Ostentatious clothing.
- M&Ms.
- The twisted fantasies playing out in my head.
- Putting googly eyes on inanimate objects, thus making them animate.
- Getting nude with friends.
- Finding patterns in things.
- Obsessing.
- Organizing stuff.
- Lists.
- Getting super hyper, starting about 5 Flash projects at once, and not finishing a damn one of them.
- Playing my clarinet.
Yay.
More late-night Hawaii rambling
It’s so weird to think that we’re all under the same moon tonight, isn’t it?
I mean, my mom, dad, Sean, and a bunch of other people I know are way up in Moscow, Idaho. Aaron is in Boise.
And we’re down here in Hawaii.
But we’re all under the same moon, on the same planet, in the same universe.
It just makes things seem weird sometimes.
Short and random
I miss Art Camp. Aneel (if you still read these/if I ever bother to check if I can post), do you miss Art Camp?
I also miss Ross.
I also think Lady GaGa is snazzy.
OMFG PARASAILING
PARASAILING WAS AWESOME!! Even though I felt like I was going to throw up as we were coming back down/heading back to the dock.
Bah.
I’m so sick of doing these stupid grad school applications.
I’m in freaking Hawaii. Everyone else is out having fun; I’m stuck in this hotel room in like 90% humidity trying to concentrate on these stupid things.
Blah.
If I had more to blog about, I would, trust me.
Hawaii Adventures: Football Edition
GOOD LORD WHY DID IT HAVE TO RAIN?!
And why couldn’t anyone realize that we had to sit SOMEWHERE, we couldn’t just be invisible?
Oh well.
Additional note: Matt + drunk chicks at football game = hilarity.
Additional additional note: don’t sit in the cheerleaders’ section of the bus if you want to keep your sanity.
Hawaii Adventures
Fun fact: a group of college band geeks can take approximately 5 times longer to get across the island of Hawaii than any of them thought was possible. And take far too many additional buses.
But aside from that, we actually got to Pearl Harbor today. The video we watched was very informative.
HAWAII!
HOLY FREAKING CRAP, HAWAII!!
It’s so weird to be down here. The flight was uneventful, plus I got pictures of cool clouds.
I miss Aaron already, though.
Onesentence
Very interesting website; these are a few of my favorites.
“I knew God had a sense of humor when I hesitantly answered the ringing K-Mart payphone, only to hear my best friend, who had misdialed my home phone number, on the other end.”
“I still wish I had taken the F instead of the A on the online test I hurried to finish while I could hear my dog dying on the kitchen floor.”
“My cat died almost a year ago, but I still find her hair on my clothes and blankets sometimes.”
“They say that depression runs in my family, but that doesn’t help me much right now.”
“I laughed out loud in class at the severe irony when he pronounced it “foo pah.””
“My boyfriend and I bonded by comparing our self-injury scars.”
“Today you shaved your hair into a mohawk to make my mom laugh over losing hers to chemo and today I realized that you are my hero.”
“We met because he’d hit me in the back of the head with his trombone slide.”
School needs to end soon
Reasons why Claudia would not make a good housewife:
- “Sauteing” is a foreign concept to me.
- “Do not use too many mushrooms” is a phrase I do not heed very well.
- Same with “stir continuously.”
- If there is SAS in the room, my attention shall be diverted to it.
- Ovens scare me.
- I’m not that comfortable around microwaves, either.
- My ingredient-buying heterogeneity to actual ingredients used ratio is frightening (aka I like maybe five things and buy way too many different things on various whims).
- Dirty dishes? Yeah, they can sit there for another week, it’s cool.
Reasons Claudia WOULD make a good housewife:
- If my husband wanted the same meal every day for a year, I’d be totally okay with that. In fact, I would insist upon it.
- I’m an “aim to please” type of lady.
- ORGANIZE! I like to ORGANIZE!
More distractions from life
Hahaha, this was fun.
Last Day
NO MORE MARCHING BAND. I just realized that.
I’m going to miss dorking around with you guys at noon. As stressful as being a squad leader to the two most useless squads ever (save Michael and Heather), band was a super stress-reliever, which was necessary, ‘cause all three fall semesters have sucked.
Hopefully wherever I go to grad school shall have a marching band as well.
We can only hope.
An amusing distraction, if nothing else.
Oh. My. God.
RIP future
Follow up to yesterday:
I have also calculated that my getting a B in Nonparametric Stats will lower my cumulative GPA to a 3.969. One goddamn THOUSANDTH below the summa cum laude cutoff. And no, they don’t round up to the hundredth, in case anyone was wondering, so I won’t even get to wear my gold cord.
Can this get any better?
And people never believe me when I tell them I’m a fuck up.
(2-years-later edit: wow, I forgot how much this month just absolutely sucked.)
RIP 4.0
As if the GRE bullshit isn’t enough, today I found out that it’s mathematically impossible for me to get an A in Stat 514. So goodbye to my 4.0 as well.
I have lost all momentum. This is crazy. All I’ve worked for my entire undergrad career has all gone donw the toilet in the past week.
I want death.
That is all.
Hisssssssssssss
This man speaks truth.
I’m bored, I’m bored, I don’t know where I’m going!
Read the title, bitches.
Q: Type in “[your name] needs” in the Google search.
A: Claudia needs to channel all this energy somehow.
Q: Type in “[your name] looks like” in Google search.
A: Claudia looks like a deer choice
Q: Type in “[your name] says” in Google search.
A: Claudia says “fear the Googly Ball!”
Q: Type in “[your name] wants” in Google search.
A: Claudia wants to lock out any such expression in her life.
Q: Type in “[your name] does” in Google search.
A: Claudia does wear the most peculiar outfits.
Q: Type in “[your name] hates” in Google search.
A: Claudia hates it when personal opinions get in the way of smart decisions.
Q: Type in “[your name] asks” in Google search.
A. Claudia asks Hot Wings, “How did your parents raise you?”
Q: Type in “[your name] likes ” in Google search.
A: Claudia likes big butts and she cannot lie.
Q: Type in “[your name] eats ” in Google search.
A: Claudia eats babies
Q: Type in “[your name] wears ” in Google search.
A: Claudia wears dorky shoes.
Q: Type in “[your name] got arrested for” in Google search.
A: Claudia got arrested for stealing the hubcapts off a 70s model Pinto.
Ah, Math Rock…
OH MAN, so I just rediscovered Atlas? Best song ever.
And here’s another awesome song by Battles. Not a better song than Atlas, but the music video rocks.
HOLD YOUR BREATH, OH GOD
WE’RE ALL SURROUNDED BY A SEMI-VISCOUS FLUID FULL OF GLITTER!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHH!
Are you serious?
GOD DAMMIT. AGAIN.
The company that I have to get into and through graduate school to work for is the very company whose test will probably be reason schools will turn me down. If it didn’t suck so horribly, I’d be laughing at the irony.
I’ve done an average of 26.6 credits per semester, with a couple of those done over the summer. I have a 4.0. I’m graduating in 37 days with my psychology degree. I have almost enough statistics background for a minor and almost enough philosophy background for a major, both of which I’m getting next semester. I have research experience. I’m co-author of an article that’s under review for publication. I have worked my ass off for the past year and a half, cramming eight semester’s worth of work into five. Why? Because I am so ready to go into the career I want that I’m willing to sacrifice everything—down time, time to hang out with friends, non-school related extracurricular activities, even my sanity (flashbacks to last semester’s finals week)—to get to a point where they’ll finally let me to the job I want to do so badly.
So what will my GRE scores tell the grad schools to which I’m applying?
They’ll tell them that I don’t know what 9 raised to the 14th power is (this was an actual question. Seriously. What is the practicality of knowing this??).
They’ll tell them that I can’t find an antonym of the word “panegyric” given a list of five words.
They’ll tell them that I can’t remember the formula for the area of a cylinder.
But you know what it won’t tell them?
That standardized tests have never once predicted my performance in academia (with my SAT scores, my undergrad GPA should apparently be about a 2.6).
That I understand statistics and enjoy them.
That I have such a passion for psychometrics that it’s all I can ever see myself doing with my life.
That I am probably the most motivated person they’ll ever meet.
It’s just very, very depressing to think of the fact that regardless of all this hard work I’ve put into my education, regardless of the stress, regardless of how desperately I want to be a psychometrician and carry out what I think is my life calling, no school will give me a second glance because I cannot perform well on a standardized test.
Fuck it.
The only thing better than a good song is a good song with a good music video along with it
So this music video from Sia, an Australian singer, was released as a freebie on iTunes this week.
Tell me this isn’t awesome: [Official video unfortunately taken down from YouTube]
I’ve downloaded a couple of her other songs already; her voice is amazing, and she’s just as good (or better) live, as proven by this:
The way she sings the end of the song is breathtaking.
I love Sia!
Yay Obama!
WOO!
Finally, a democrat is back in the White House.
Let’s see what you can do, Obama. I wish you luck.
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