Waiter! There’s a tachyon in my—oh wait, there it goes, never mind.
There are a lot of tricks to riding the bus.
If you go during the busy times of the day, you may not get a seat due to the sheer number of people. However, during the busy times there are also a lot more buses running, which means that you might have a shot if you’re one of the first in line.
If you go during the dead times of the day, then you also may not get a seat, as there are a lot fewer buses running and the lines to get on the bus grow quite a bit between buses.
However, there appear to be a few times during the day where the bus company still determines it to be busy but there are lulls in the number of people taking the bus. This is best represented in graph form. Times circled in green represent good times to take the bus, times in yellow represent bad times.

Why? Because I felt like it.
Also, this is pretty fantastic.
Today’s song: Save Me a Place by Lights
New apartment is greater than every other apartment ever (photographic proof within)
I freaking love this place. The only thing wrong that I can even think of is the fact that it’s so big it’s practically begging for at least two beings to live in it. I can’t wait to bring Annabelle up here in August.
Anyway.
Pictures!





I also noticed today that the name of our elevator manufacturer is “Schindler’s Elevator,” which made me glad I’m not in England, ‘cause then it would “Schindler’s Lift” and that would be wildly inappropriate.
Today’s song: You’ve Got to Hide Your Love Away by The Beatles
Congeniality has a 3.63 second life-span on Omegle
And I don’t usually help to increase the length of that life-span.
Anyway.
I might be moving (AGAIN), because I hate this dark little hell-hole known as my apartment. The other people who live in the various other suits in this house are a bunch of inconsiderate assholes that make way too much noise and DON’T CLEAN THE LAUNDRY LINT CATCHER THING. That’s one of my biggest not-walking-related pet peeves. Also, my landlady lives above us all and is physically incapable of NOT stomping when she walks as well as NOT shouting when she talks. So screw her.
I’m also tired of living in basements/ground floor apartments with people above me. Aside from the short stay in McConnell (which, despite the roaches, was a really awesome place), I’ve lived in “basements” since 9th grade. The place I’m looking at now only costs $50 more than the place I live at now and is bigger, brighter, nicer, has no signs of silverfish, has no signs of spiders, newly remodeled, on the top floor, has a balcony, and allows CATS, so I can bring Annabelle up here when I come back up from being in Moscow in July. It also isn’t surrounded by this pine tree crap on all sides (SO SICK OF PINE TREES), so I won’t feel like I’m living in the Pacific Northwest 24/7. I really, REALLY hope I get it, ‘cause I think that would improve my “Vancouver sucks balls” attitude a little bit.
Hopefully yay. Hopefully.
I also realize that the urge to change location every year or so must be genetic, as even after I moved away from my mom’s direct influence, I’ve changed my housing once per year (Wallace year 1, McConnell year 2, Sean and the other dorks year 3, this hellhole year 4, and hopefully less of a hellhole next year). It’s funny and tragic at the same time.
Edit: I also like how MySpace is apparently letting me post blogs every other day now. Haha, but I guess I shouldn’t complain or it’ll flip out on my like before.
Today’s song: Octopus I Love You by Dalmatian Rex and The Eigentones
Dear Vancouver Ice Cream Truck:
You are fucking weird.
Every other weekend I debate your existence with myself. I’ve never actually seen you, just heard you. Perhaps you’re just something my mind concocted in order to keep me preoccupied, but, equally likely, you are a real ice cream truck.
And I’m making the assumption that you are, in fact, an ice cream truck. I’ve wanted to see you, but never have been able to, as you practically gun down 31st street as if you had weed instead of ice cream in your truck, thus destroying any hope of me catching a glimpse of you due to my gate practically molding shut (yeah, I know, gross) overnight.
The weed honestly wouldn’t surprise me, however, as this IS Canada. “Kids, hurry up, the weed truck is driving down the street!”
I think the driver just wants to keep whatever he’s supposed to be selling to himself, so only those who can run 30 mph deserve ice cream/weed.
Also, what vehicles other than an ice cream/weed trucks would blast the Barnum & Bailey Circus music? Except, of course, vehicles that escape from the Barnum & Bailey Circus, but I doubt that happens every Saturday and Sunday between 11 AM and noon.
Peh.
Today’s song: Music from the film Ogniem i Mieczem by Obrona Zbaraża
Hello Universe!
My name is Claudia, and I’m obscenely horny today.
It’s actually kind of frightening.
I spent the afternoon doing regression and then writing smut that only I would enjoy. And then I daydreamt about all the stuff that’s too disturbing to even reach the “smut” level that goes on in my head. I have issues.
And UBC needs to have a shirtless day, for students and professors. Hell, there’s a nude beach steps from the campus…we can at least have a shirtless day.
Also:
I honestly don’t think it’s possible to make a bad remix or cover of this song. That violin is fucking fantastic.
Also also:
I’m pissed off at both iTunes and Paypal. Why do they make it so difficult to change bank accounts/use a different country’s iTunes store? I had this whole huge rant planned out for this, but I’m really too horny to think about anything aside from how horny I am.
Blah.
Today’s song: Sleepyhead, Passion Pit’s song covered by Run Toto Run
If a blog falls in the forest…
Why in the hell did they call it Kryptonite? I mean, I know it supposedly has no relation to the element Krypton, but really? If you’re going to rip off a noble gas, Argonite sounds a lot cooler. Or Radonite, since, well, it’s radioactive.
And Neonite sounds like a Pokemon or something.

He evolves into an “OPEN” sign.
Urge to create Pokemon cards for all the elements now = high.
Today’s song: Welcome Home by Radical Face (freaking beautiful song, check it out)
Do hyperparameters have ADHD?
WOAH my mind went to strange and bad places last night while I was trying to sleep. Car crashes, dying cats, being locked in my dad’s basement with Sean, Aaron and Megan and trying frantically to get us all out, fractals, panic attacks, being late, Vaio II in peril…
It was really, really strange. At least I didn’t wake up on the kitchen floor like I did a week or so ago. And at least there were no fruit suits. Nothing will EVER be weirder than the fruit suit dream.
Anyway.
I was going to day-trip to Wal-Mart today, but when I looked outside and notice that it was like a freaking hurricane out there, I stayed in and played Half-Life. And drew. And updated my CV.
Also, I’m just not feeling Script Frenzy. My creative muse is like, “it’s drawin’ time, bitch!” and I’m all, “yes, sir!” (my creative muse is a man). I’m super stressed out about school, and usually when I’m stressed, I automatically revert to drawing versus writing. Writing is more for happy/sad/angry/horny/whatever the hell other moods I experience.
I also think I’m all dialogued out from Prime, haha.
Where was I going with this?
Oh yeah. I may or may not crap out 100 pages, time will tell. Not digging my script idea, but I wasn’t digging Prime in the beginning, either.
Also, Maggie has me on a Mika kick, THANKS A LOT, MAGGIE, JEEZ.
Today’s song: Love Today by Mika
lm(love ~ you + me, data = us)
Someday, somewhere, I will meet a guy who appreciates my title for the odd combination of R code geekery and sappy love joke geekery. Then maybe I won’t be so lonely. BAH.
(GEEKERY IS SO TOTALLY A WORD, SHUT UP OFFICE 2007)
This blog is rather random, apologies in advance.
Read Camus’ The Plague, it’s beautiful.
So I plan on coming back to Moscow for the majority of July. I also plan on bringing Rock Band and the Xbox (obviously, haha), so we can all have multiple rock-out parties in my dad’s basement (just like old times, yay). Odds are good he’ll be gone for some time in July (just because of the proportion of the year he’s usually out of town), so we can be as loud as we want.
I have the urge to write, but I’m not sure what yet. It’ll come.
I also have the urge to draw, but my colored pencils are shot after that last one, so I need to get some more somewhere.
My intro to R guide is done! Now to post it somewhere…
This made me nauseous, but was very fun.
Sorry, it’s been a very weird week. The fact that I may suddenly have a stepfather in the near future (year or so) doesn’t help.
The end.
Today’s song: 4ever by The Veronicas
Screw this monotony, I need to do a factor analysis!
Ahhhhhh, much better.
It’s surprising how much happier doing a random FAs or CFAs makes me. I wonder what that says? Certainly that I’m on the right track in a sense…
So I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to apply for a job at the Census this summer. If I get it, I’m quitting UBC. Decision will be final.
I also DREAMT ABOUT CLIPPY LAST NIGHT WHAT THE HELL. I think it’s because I was going through ye olde blogs and found that one about him. It was a pretty awesome dream. Clippy’s Odyssey will be an upcoming short story, I promise.
Um…what else…
Oh yeah. No freaking clue what to do for Script Frenzy yet…might redo/expand Marionette, but that sucked more than anything I’ve ever written, so who knows.
Today’s song: Castaway by Chasen
A very intriguing video from our friend YouTube
And this is all I have to say for today.
This really got to me for some reason.
Today’s song: Evacuate the Dancefloor by Cascada
Stoplight Disco
This is way too fun. I just rediscovered it. They used to just have the chart thingy, but now you can double click for more! Apparently my name was popular in the 1940’s, and right now it’s 6th most popular in Spain. Not in the top 100 in any state, though.
Haha, I love this stuff.
Today’s song: White Flag by Madeline
Senor Blog says it’s time for another adventure!
Statistical computing: there are about sixteen of us in there. Guess who’s the only female and the only non-Asian?
Tell me that’s not intimidating.
Also, I have realized over the course of several MSN conversations how tied to specific memories the majority of the songs in my iTunes library are.
I say I could pick out a specific memory surrounding the date I added a song for about 90% of them.
This is very good when I’m feeling nostalgic, but pretty crappy when I want to focus on what I’m doing at the time when I’m listening to the song.
Peh.
There was something else I was going to say today, but I honestly can’t remember what it was.
Hm.
Today’s song: Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked by Cage the Elephant
Blog 1,394: In Which Claudia Loses Her Remaining Sanity
NNNNNH I’m SO FUCKING HYPER RIGHT NOW.
Hornyness + M&M’s + Olympics + techno = HOLY SHIT
I think it’s mostly the horniness and the fact that I’m back in Moscow where it’s acceptable to be horny because there are actually people I know.
Yeah.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I don’t really know what to do with myself because I’m SO INSANE right now.
ALL CAPS IS NECESSARY FOR THE REST OF THIS BLOG, BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE REST OF THIS BLOG WILL ENTAIL, SO WHATEVER!
WHATEVR.
WHATEV.
WHAT.
WAT.
ZOOM.
Today’s song: The Way I am by Ingrid Michaelson
Tukey is not a lunch meat
DECIET AND LIES, it doesn’t stop raining long enough to make time lapses that fail to include rain!
Unless this was taken in the summer, in which case I can’t say anything yet. The “this rain is constant and is beating your soul into the gutter” weather was slowly dying down when I left yesterday. And that rolling fog thing happens on campus every once and awhile.
Haha, I like how I get back here and then watch time-lapses of the city I just came from.
Today’s song: War by Mean Tambourines
Oh, APA…
“DSM-5: The Future of Psychiatric Diagnosis”
Does that read like a movie poster headline to anyone else?
DSM-V, The Movie: Let No One Escape Diagnosis!
I can see the plot now: “Tim Feltcher’s new job lands him in the town of DSM-V, a quirky little settlement amid dozens of other settlements across the American Midwest.
Upon settling down and living in the town for a few days, however, Tim notices there’s something odd about it. His office mate spends an obscene amount of time in the bathroom washing his hands. His neighbor shouts at imaginary passers-by and often warns him of bats flying through the neighborhood, even though there are never any to be found. His new girlfriend, Becky, stutters incessantly; his boss is too afraid to come out of his office for board meetings.
Tim wonders how he could feel out of place in a town so full of strange and different people. Then one night, just before he drifts off to sleep, it hits him: he is normal.
It isn’t long before Tim is contacted by Steve, a masochist who claimed that he escaped the town because “he no longer fit the manual.” Curious, Tim breaks into Town Hall late one night and discovers, under the floorboards of the mayor’s office, a large book. After strategically dodging the sleepwalking mayor, Tim gets away with the book and meets up with Steve.
It turns out that the people of the town live by the book—that every individual who resides there must be diagnosed with at least one disorder mentioned. The disorders are inflicted upon people by telling them they’re exhibiting problematic symptoms and then placing them on a series of placebo vaccines that help create the illusion that they truly are sick and require treatment. Steve recalls that the book has been revised multiple times, and that back when DSM-III became DSM-IV, he was able to escape between the time that his old diagnosis had been removed and a new one had been put in its place.
Tim decides right then and there that he has to get out of DSM-V. However, the next day he is brought to the mayor’s office and told that he’s been showing signs of post-traumatic stress disorder and that he must be given vaccines to help combat the further “infection” of the illness. Upon looking for the book, the Mayor discovers it missing! Tim jumps out of the office window [insert overly dramatic movie scene here], sprints back to his apartment, grabs the book, and rendezvous with Steve on the outskirts of town.”
OH GOD, IT’S A CLIFFHANGER PLOT, HOW WILL THEY SAVE THE TOWNSPEOPLE?!
Haven’t thought about that part yet. Maybe they burn the manual.
Hey, at least I didn’t make a poster. A possible NaNo, but no poster.
Today’s song: Raise Your Hands by Bon Jovi
An Important Announcement
I have been and will continue to pronounce it “two thousand ten.”
Who gives a crap how you say it, anyway? WHAT IS THE BIG DEAL?
That is all.
Today’s song: The Spell by Feed Me
Blog 1,370: holy crap, that’s a lot of blogs
Today at the Dubar Rec Center:
I heard a conversation between two girls on the treadmills (they were walking, hence their ability to converse semi-normally) regarding using Christian songs in workout playlists. One girl made a very strong argument similar to “hearing about the coming of Jesus makes you run faster so that you won’t miss it.” Then the one Christian song I have on MY workout playlist came up on shuffle and I just had to quit.
Today’s song: Invincible by Muse
Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?
Three things today.
1: I’m back in Vancouver.
2: I don’t want to be back in Vancouver.
2 ½: In fact, I almost didn’t get on the plane.
3: I have a new New Year’s Resolution: I’ve decided that I will download a new song every day of this year, no matter how far I will have to go to search for worthy ones (usually just to YouTube).
So yeah. Hopefully by December 31, 2010, I will have (at least) 365 new songs. I also edited yesterday’s entry to list the day’s song. This will be done each day, too.
Woo.
Today’s song: Love Story by Taylor Swift
SEIZURE TREE!!!!
FREAKING FANTASTIC!
Today was the Wrong Day to Wear Parachute Pants: A True Story
If I were to sum up the entire amount of rain I’ve observed over the span of my life, I’m honestly not sure if the total would be more than the amount of rain I observed tonight.
Seriously.
It was raining as usual when I left the psych building, and it was still raining as usual once I got off the #41 and crossed the street to wait for the #7. The bus wasn’t scheduled to arrive for another 7 minutes, so rather than walk home in the rain (and this was one of the best decisions I’ve made, just wait), I decided to just stand there and wait for it.
Not a minute later, the sky exploded. It literally went from an average rain storm to a FREAKING TORRENTIAL DOWNPOUR in about a second. It was like god was pouring an infinite bucket of water from the sky, it was crazy. Within two minutes there were rivers of water flowing down Dunbar wide enough to paddle a canoe down them. The wind was blowing like crazy, the traffic lights were swinging, people driving didn’t quite know what to do…
It was insane. Then, just as suddenly, five minutes later, it stopped. And the bus showed up. My pants were SOAKING wet, like I had jumped in a lake or something.
Crazy times. At least I still had power this time.
What a crappy day
Well today sucked. Or rather, this evening sucked. I stay at school until about 6:30 and as soon as I get up to leave, I realize that it’s extremely windy and rainy outside—I mean, even more so than normal. And of course, as soon as I get outside the psych building, this BIG gust of wind comes down Lower Mall and takes my little pink umbrella off into the stratosphere, so I’m standing there in freaking POURING rain thinking, “awesome, it’s a 15 minute walk to the damn buses.”
So half an hour later (of course I get to Dunbar JUST AS THE BUS LEAVES THE BUS STOP, THANK YOU BUS KARMA), I’m on the #7. I get to my block and notice that it’s suspiciously dark down my street. Then I realize, “great, the power’s out.” ONLY ON MY DAMN STREET. The rest of Dunbar is still washed in blazing light. So at this point I’m motherfucking cold and finally, after getting to my house, realize that there is NO light in my apartment, as well as no source of possible light aside from my cell phone and compy (once I decided to turn it on and finish my NaNo wordcount for the day).
So I’m like, “okay, so it’s dark, no big deal. I’ll just read…nope, too dark to do that. Okay, then I’ll just play Portal…oh wait, can’t do that. Damn, it’s cold in here, at least I can turn my heater on…FUCK!”
So at the moment it’s 1 in the morning, still no power, and it’s about 45 degrees in my apartment. I’m not kidding. I can see my damn breath by the light of compy.
Fucking Canada.
WOOOOOO no pants!
This is pretty snazzy. Couple of highlights:
– Most potatoes produced: Idaho (go figure)
– Most reported Bigfoot sightings: Washington
– Idaho and Montana shrink to almost nothing when you select to view the states sized by the number of African American individuals living in the state.
GIANT LEAF
HOLY FREAKING CRAP this is the biggest leaf I’ve ever seen. It was draped over a fire hydrant and startled the crap out of me because I thought it was an injured bat when I first looked at it.

Fun fact: It was really hard to fit it in the range of the lense while holding my other hand down to it for size comparison.
WHY IS IT NOT SATURDAY
So today I was in my office listening to a classical station off of iTunes radio (over my headphones). The 1812 Overture comes on and I, being a fan of songs with cannons in them, am kind of humming along to it. Little did I realize that I was making the cannon noises out loud until after I got my 10th strange look from people in the hall.
Fun times.
Also, the universe is freaking weird.
Hahahaha, ohhhhh Vancouver…
Alternate title: “The Buses are Interesting”
To the guy whose music was loud enough for the whole bus to hear it:
Not all of us like Maroon 5, dude. Turn it down. Also, how can you still hear anything?
To the group of high-school kids in the front seats who were oblivious to the two elderly ladies who had to stand in the aisle:
Manners? Anyone?
To the girl who got on the bus, dressed, in her own words, “like a fucking whore:”
Good advice: don’t start telling random strangers on a bus how you’re not even eighteen yet, but that you got “totally wasted” last night and had a fight with your boyfriend and your two best friends who ditched you at the bus stop. And are you physically unable to speak without yelling? Also, last time I checked a map, Barcelona—as much of a “party capital” as it may be—is not in Mexico.
To the girl deep-throating the banana:
What the fuck?
To the guy lip-synching to “Carry On Wayward Son:”
Rock on, dude. I couldn’t hear your music (take a hint, Maroon 5 guy), but you were so obviously enjoying Kansas I almost interrupted you to ask if you wanted to play Rock Band with me later.
