[WITTY TITLE]
I need to make a remix. Or a mashup. Something. I have the urge.
Unrelated note: I forgot to post this yesterday in all the end of the month excitement.
It would have been way more detailed, but apparently the weather in the Midwest had different plans and decided to throw a thunderstorm tantrum for most of the flight.
Also, this is now one of my new favorite 5sf:
Haha, sorry these are so short. My body’s in “I hate you, Claudia” mode because of various reasons.
Today’s song: Markers of Beautiful Memories by The Camerawalls
May Song Review
Yet another month GONE! And you know what that means (even though I know none of you care)…
Graph of genres
Mean song length: 3:58
The five-star: Sleepyhead (Cillo Remix) by Passion Pit
Yes, I now have the original song plus 3 variations of it with 5 stars. 8% of my “Top Favorites” playlist is Sleepyhead-related.
Awesome.
Today’s song: Viva la Vida (Jul0 Remix) by Coldplay
Waiter! There’s an infinite loop in my Waiter! There’s an infinite loop in my Waiter!…
OH JESUS 4 TIME ZONES IN 8 HOURS.
I woke up at 8 AM Eastern time (early morning poster sessions need to die) and got back here just now at midnight Pacific time. You do the math, I’m too jazzed up to think (mainly because I did about 200 calculus problems on the planes).
I’m also not tired at all. I guess conference stress = my body going “I DON’T NEED FOOD! I DON’T NEED SLEEP! LET ME DO CALCULUS!”
Anyway. Here are like five pictures I took from the conference, ‘cause I don’t take many pictures ‘cause I’m me.
The only time I ventured outside the hotel. I was looking for pain meds.
The poster session room.
More poster session room fun.
This would have been a better picture of the APS logo projecton, but there were like 4,000 people in the lobby and I didn’t have time to turn off the flash before people started walking over it.
Here’s my poster!
My poster was probably the biggest one at our session (8 feet wide, almost). There were about four of us in a row with quantitative-related posters and we were pretty much ignored the entire session, which was okay with me, ‘cause there was a dude advocating Bayesian reliability next to me and he was pretty cool to talk to.
There was something else important but HELL IF I CAN REMEMBER IT!
CAPS LOCK
Today’s song: Brazilian (Original Mix) by Gramophonedzie
Dear Everyone on the Planet:
My last name is “Mahler” and is NOT pronounced with a long “a.” I could see where the pronunciation difficulties would arise if it were spelled “Maler,” but it’s not. Is there something about that “h” that makes things difficult for you all? Seriously, it’s probably in the top 5% easiest last names to pronounce, and people still manage to screw it up about 80% of the time.
MALL-er.
Not MAY-ler.
If you type it in to the FREAKING ONLINE RHYMING DICTIONARY you get rhymes like caller, dollar, and scholar.
NOT jailer, sailor, or tailor.
Not that difficult, ladies and gentlemen.
Today’s song: The Mass by Era
SLEEPYHEAD THERAPY
Ah, United States, I’ve MISSED YOU.
Milk does not cost an obscene amount and I can get a crappy sandwich at a gas station for under $8. It’s not raining incessantly and there are fat guys everywhere. America…FUCK YEAH!
So I finally took a break from calculus today to check my email. Got a $16,000 scholarship for next year and some check waiting for me for $1,000. I have NO IDEA why I’m getting this random check, but I’m not going to complain.
And I just might buy a guitar with part of it. Damn you, Sean.
Today’s song: The Champions by Era
Apparently the derivative of a lip ring is a Monroe
Yeah. When you start finding the derivations of various facial piercings in your dreams, you know you’ve done way too much calculus the day before.
I’m totally serious, I start spacing off and then realize that I’m daydreaming about DERIVATIVES.
This is FREAKING AWESOME.
On a somewhat related note, I went to a symposium on dreams this morning. One of the presenters gave a really interesting talk in which he displayed art students’ artistic interpretations of their dreams while reading their dreams aloud to us. I thought it was pretty interesting how many of the dreamers presented exaggerated or inappropriate emotional responses in their dreams. I can only think of a few examples of my own dreams (the Boxy Boxy dream, the Maggie = Spearow dream, though I think “shock and awe” were fairly appropriate emotional responses there) where I, in my dream, acted with exaggerated or simply the incorrect emotions.
Also, according to another guy it’s pretty rare for people to dream of numbers/calculations. Those are also fairly common in my dreams, but usually to a lesser extent than they are when I’m doing crap loads of calc problems per day, and usually happen right before I wake up.
Today’s song: Angel by Sarah McLachlan
Blog 1,487: Boston!
Holy crap, it’s 80 degrees here!
And it’s nearly midnight and I’m sitting in the hotel lobby frantically looking for a song for today. Luckily, guests get free internet. Unfortunately, I didn’t bring Vaio (for his safety) and have to secure one of the four open-use computers for my daily music acquisition tasks. Not going to be easy for these next few days.
Haha, sorry, long flight (San Francisco to Boston). I’m kind of zoned out.
Today’s song: Weapon of Choice by Fatboy Slim
Did LittleDog scare you?
Meet his brother, BigDog. You may have already seen him ‘cause he’s been around longer (I think), but regardless:
Yeah, this totally isn’t creepy at all.
Both the stabilization after the guy kicks it and the way it catches itself from biting it on the ice patch literally gave me chills. Still, though…awesome. There’s another video of it with a giant sensor thingy on its head that enables it to follow a human and move without an operator.
The future is here, and it’s got really creepy legs.
Oh, and I’m leaving for Boston in like two hours, so blogs may not happen for a few days.
Today’s song: De Internationale by De Stem des Volks
In Soviet Russia, Blog writes YOU!
In this blog: I subject you all to another “Claudia had a weird dream and wants to analyze it Freudian style” event. You’ve been warned.
So.
This dream starts out in what appears to be a very hilly version of Moscow (yeah, more than it actually is, ARE YOU SCARED YET?). It’s dark outside, I have the car, and I’m driving around aimlessly. Matt’s in the passenger’s seat because he’s apparently required material in all my dreams now.
There’s no music playing (atypical in my usual car rides), but we’re talking about random stuff, driving up and down erratic roads on these hills. Having fun, you know. This goes on for a good portion of the dream until we meet this hitchhiker lady who looks and acts very much like my old high school friend Tanya. I offer her a ride to absolutely nowhere in particular and she gets in, talking excitedly about who the hell knows what. Off we go, with no destination in mind, apparently intent on traversing every hill in the town.
It turns out later, though, that I guess we were headed to church, because the dream suddenly shifted to us getting out of the car and going into St. Mary’s Church. All the lights are on and the church is almost entirely full, so we have to sit in like the last row. As we sit down I notice to the left (we’re on the right of the aisle) that Sean’s there and he’s acting REALLY drunk. He’s sitting amongst a bunch of guys I went to elementary school with (fitting, considering we went to St. Mary’s school) and is just being obnoxiously loud and boisterous.
The guys are like “dude, calm down, you’re in a church!” but he won’t shut up. Eventually like six of them get up and physically carry him out of the church at the start of the service, with him shouting all the while. For whatever reason, I can’t help but think that it’s my fault he’s acting all drunk and I feel like I should go with him to see if he’s okay, but I stay in my seat.
Anyway, like twenty minutes in dream time pass and the service is carrying on as usual when all of a sudden one of the elementary school guys busts through the church doors waving this index card screaming something about Sean’s blood. The priest (who is wearing a Pope hat?) is in the aisle and the guy runs up to him and gives him the index card. The priest looks at it and then starts waving it around, yelling “he’s a timyrean! He’s got timyrean blood!”
Apparently, in my unconscious brain, timyrean is a blood type like A, AB, O, etc., except it’s EXTREMELY rare and has been found in like 0.00000000001% of the population. So the whole congregation basically freaks out ‘cause everyone’s so jazzed about someone having timyrean blood in Moscow.
After the priest flips out for a good amount of time, he goes back to the front of the church to resume the service, but I run up behind him and go, “excuse me sir, but I would like to get your permission to leave church so I can go visit my friend Sean in the hospital.”
He puts his hand on my head and starts yelling “YES, you may go, child, you are such a good Christian to want to go visit your friend in the hospital, [freakishly long priest talk that I can’t remember]!”
I’m pretty uncomfortable with this and say, “okay, I’m going to go now—”
“SUCH A GOOD CHRISTIAN!!!” And he rambles on for a few more minutes before I wake up.
Yeah.
Time for key points analysis, Freudian style!*
- Driving around Moscow probably arose from the fact that I was thinking of what I would do when I was back in the States in July. I was thinking about that random time last year when Matt and I decided to drive down to Lewiston late at night. I’m guessing that’s where this element (and the Matt element) comes from.
- I actually saw Tanya as a “suggested friend” on Facebook the other night, so that one’s pretty obvious.
- I really am not sure where church came from. I was looking through my high school yearbook last night, but I didn’t consciously pick out anyone I went to elementary school (and thus to church) with.
- The Sean element’s pretty obvious, though, as I was talking to him last night right before I went to bed. Maybe the way he was complaining about his summer class sounded like something he would shout about if I had been actually talking to him rather than conversing over MSN Messenger, and that’s where the drunken shouting came from.
- First thing I did this morning was look up “timyrean.” I’m 99% sure that’s how it was spelled on the index card. The only info Google can provide me is that I must have misspelled “Tim Ryan” when I searched—which I’m pretty sure is not the case—so I have no idea where I pulled that word from. It might be my dream-brain’s jumbling of the word “tachyon” ‘cause I was looking those up late last night, but who knows.
- I also don’t know where the “Claudia is a good Christian and here’s why” priest speech came from. I don’t remember any religious crises from yesterday.
Fun.
*According to Freud, all elements of a night’s dream arise from stimuli thought of or experienced during the previous day.
Today’s song: Only for the Weak by In Flames
“Robodog! Walk!”
So I read this article today entitled “LittleDog Learns Several Terrifying New Tricks,” which included a video. LittleDog is apparently like the latest thing in stable mobility for robotics. The article contained several hints that the LittleDog bot gave the author the creeps (plus a few nightmares). Reading the comments, a lot of others were pretty terrified of it, too. I started watching the video and wasn’t creeped out at all. In fact, I thought the little dude was quite cute, not to mention damn impressive.
It doesn’t get creepy until about, oh, 1:12, when he starts HOPPING UP THE STAIRS LIKE A MINIATURE POODLE.
A HEADLESS ONE.
WITH A SURPRISING AMOUNT OF UPPER BODY STRENGTH.
Somebody needs to make a .gif of it just popping up that first step. That would be great.
Regardless, it’s still pretty freaking incredible.
Oh, and here’s the article. It’s pretty funny. Haha, I was so obsessed with robots when I was in elementary school, too. Maybe that’s why this made me very happy.
Today’s song: Gone Gone Gone by The New Deal
H2OH MY GOD ICE IS BADASS
Oh, water. You are an odd duck.
I remember (probably from physics?) that there were several different “phases” of ice, but I don’t remember going into nearly as much detail as this cool (GET IT?) little article does.
Why has no rapper picked up the name “Ice Ic” yet?
And Ice X would be a great action movie name.
More “ice”citement from Wiki. You just have to love sentences like “There is still debate about why ice is slippery.”
Yay.
Today’s song: Great White Bear by Dear Reade
Float like a buoy, sting like a harpoon
Warning: this blog may piss you off.
(Though I guess it’s rather unfair to preface this blog with a warning when I fail to do so for 99% of all my other blogs, though they may piss you off as well. Though I don’t know how a graph showing a breakdown of song genres per month could piss you off, but there are some freaky dudes out there.
Claudia, shut up and blog.
Right. Sorry.)
This might just be me and I might be a horrible monster for it, but every time I read something along the lines of “scientists and doctors have worked together to discover [insert something phenomenal here] that might aid in the elimination of [cancer/AIDS/malaria/some disease-related death/heart disease-related death/diabetes-related death] by the year [insert fairly close date here],” I think, “that’s great, but won’t this contribute to overpopulation in some sense?”
I know it may make me sound mean/heartless/cruel/whatever, but whenever I hear of a new medical breakthrough that promises to save millions of lives, I can’t help but think of the fact that that means a million more people still living while the population continues to grow at an insane rate. We’re not 6 billion strong anymore. That was back in 1999. We’re up to 6.8 billion now and are estimated to hit 7 billion by next year (source: CENSUS BUREAU, BITCHES!). If this keeps up we’re going to be screwed pretty soon, if we’re not to that point already.
I’m no population expert (duh), and I think a good argument against what I’m saying is that regardless of how ever many diseases/ailments we cure or lessen the effects of, the lifespan of the majority of people will still be < 100 years, so it’s not a big deal.
I’d counter-argue with the fact that, with advances in medicine that may at some point eliminate such things as cancer, AIDS, and malaria, people may not be living much past 100 (if at all), but a large proportion of them—those that may have succumbed to the effects of such diseases/illnesses—will certainly be living longer, and therefore will take up more resources.
In short, I don’t see some sort of Bicentennial Man insanity where we’re all going to be living to 200 years old or something (and become Robin Williams robots), I see people who would have perished due to these ailments living a somewhat average lifespan, using resources they obviously wouldn’t have used if the ailments hadn’t been cured. Thus, resources will be stretched more than they would be if these ailments, pardon my language, “removed” a portion of the population.
Another argument against what I’m saying could be the argument of “well, let the population expand. Resources will become scarce, but the fight for said resources will even things out as some people get a hold of them and others are left to die without them.” I say, though this may be the case, I don’t think some sort of resource-war would be something anyone would really want to look forward to. You see how insane we can be with oil. How would we act if we had to fight with the entire rest of the world for fresh water?
ALSO:
I’m NOT saying that certain people have less of a “right” to live than others. It might be assumed from what I’ve said so far that I’m insinuating that all those people in, say, Africa, who are affected by AIDS should just be left to die without treatment. That’s not what I’m saying.
I’m just saying we should watch what we’re doing. So say some scientists found a cure for AIDS. Great, awesome, rock on. Distribute the vaccine/pill/whatever to those who need it. But for the love of god, at least help slow the ever-increasing-upward line of the human population by educating people on some freaking birth control. I don’t know if this is true anymore, but like seven years ago I was reading this report on how it was very common in a large proportion of sub-Saharan African families to have a crap-ton of kids to help with farming and food production, mainly because many family members fell ill due to various problems and the help of many children was needed to keep farms going.
If someday there were a cure for AIDS and it was distributed in such areas as described, I think some sort of “balance” could be achieved by discussing the idea of birth control and the idea that the fewer the individuals, the more resources would be available for everyone to have so that things wouldn’t have to be stretched so far.
I don’t think I’m making sense anymore, as it’s about 3 in the morning and I didn’t really sleep last night. I hope I don’t come off as heartless, ‘cause I’m not, but I do think the population issue is a problem and I think we need to find some way of curbing it while still being able to develop drugs/treatments that help cure/lessen the effect of large-spread and common ailments.
Blah.
Today’s song: Superman by Lazlo Bane
Homoscedasticity is not a sexual orientation
This week’s been like one long anxiety attack. I think my brain’s in one of those “I’m gonna spaz out for no reason” modes that involves near constant déjà vu-like experiences and a lot of general panic. Hooray. Hope this stops before BOSTON TIME!
I also had an extremely strange dream involving Matt, Maggie, Rebeca, and myself that centered around a large gym, a towel over which Matt was strangely possessive, an air vent, a promised orgy inside said air vent, and a lot of jealously/private making out. Matt was angry the whole dream, Maggie was on tranquilizers or something. It was…weird.
Also, read Lolita.
Today’s song: Overkill by Colin Hay
Calculus can solve many problems, BUT CAN IT FIND YOUR GOD?!
There are few things weirder than math, I think. It’s systematic, but it’s also really creepy.
Take calculus. Given some curve y = f(x) for some equation x, you’re able to find the slope of the tangent line to that curve at any given point just by finding the derivative f’(x). How do you find the derivative? There are like five main rules you need to know to be able to find it for any equation x (ignoring e and all that crazy natural log stuff for now).
I know I’ve blogged about this before, but does anyone else find that incredibly…convenient? The fact that many mathematical problems can be reduced, in some form or another, to addition, multiplication, subtraction, and division is kind of frightening.
And the fact that nearly all problems we’ve come across have some sort of mathematical explanation to them—and not only a mathematical explanation, but a mathematical explanation that works with the way we’ve defined mathematics on this little planet hurtling through space, this infinitesimally small rock in the whole expanse of the universe? Insanity!
It freaks me out that we’re able to explain things like space phenomena using our math. I’m probably just a simpleton, but it freaks me out. How has (nearly) everything we’ve found conformed to our little system of manipulating numbers? How is it that the formulae and procedures we’ve developed coincide so nicely with the workings of what we’ve seen of the universe? I really don’t know what to think of it anymore. As I’ve said, I think if there were any plausible explanation for a god, it would lie in math.
But what do I know?
Today’s song: Luna by Evgenij Anegin
I am woman, HEAR ME BLOG
Two things:
- Best TED talk ever.
- Best Jesus impersonators ever.
Sorry for the short blog. Long day.
Today’s song: Kolnidur by Jonsi
Hey you rowdy kids, get off my lawn!
And by “lawn” I mean “balcony.”
And by “kids” I mean “pigeons.”
And by “rowdy” I mean “horny.”
12:15 PM:
Lady Pigeon lands on balcony railing, surveys the pleasant cool night.
12:16 PM:
Male Pigeon A lands next to her with obvious sexual intent.
12:16:30 PM:
Male Pigeon B lands on other side of female with same intent as Male Pigeon A.
12:16:31 PM:
Male Pigeon A disapproves of Male Pigeon B and puffs out his chest dramatically.
12:17 PM – 12:20 PM:
[Incessant angry cooing]
12:21 PM:
Male Pigeon A has had enough and flies over to Male Pigeon B’s side of Lady Pigeon.
12: 21 PM – 12:30 PM:
Male Pigeons A and B proceed to peck the crap out of each other.
12:31 PM:
Pigeon B has had enough of this nonsense and flies away, defeated.
12:31:30 PM:
Pigeon A does victory prance along metal railing.
12:32 PM – 12:40 PM
BOW-CHICKA-WOW-WOW!
Eight minutes of glorious, noisy, feathery pigeon sex.
The worst part is that I had my balcony door wide open for all of this; I didn’t want to close it for fear of interrupting them, ‘cause they might have been just startled enough to panic and fly in here. Angry sex-interrupted pigeons are probably the last things I need right now. I also would have shouted at them to get a room, but that’d probably cause them to fly in here, too. “Screw you, lady, I just pigeon-pecked the hell out of that other dude, now I’m GETTIN’ IT ON!!!”
I’ve never seen pigeons out so late. I guess horniness knows no time.
I also saw two squirrels getting down in a trash can this afternoon.
Spring has arrived in Vancouver.
Today’s song: Wavin’ Flag by K’naan
I need to be more careful
One of the problems with not having a sense of smell is not being able to tell when perishable things go bad. If it’s not moldy or showing some other visible sign of expiration, I can’t tell, especially with dairy products.
This was proven today when I poured a glass of milk that was very disgustingly chunky. Turns out its “use by” date was May 9th. I used it last night (before it decided to go chunky) and it tasted just fine to me. And the feta I put on my pasta? Yeah, that expired back in April.
Someone needs to go to the store tomorrow.
And yeah, I know, I know, check the expiry labels. I’m a slacker, what do you want?
Also, more hilarity from 5 Second Films, ‘cause I didn’t catch all the freaking hilarious ones the first time:
- http://5secondfilms.com/watch/robodog
- http://5secondfilms.com/watch/wranglin
- http://5secondfilms.com/watch/twilight_interview_with_the_new_moon_blood_vampires_assistant_saga_diaries
- http://5secondfilms.com/watch/the_fire_island_players_present_5_second_films_ed_wood_2007 (because of the last one, holy crap)
- http://5secondfilms.com/watch/booyakasha
Today’s song: Your Love is My Drug by Ke$ha (I don’t care how trashy she is, this song is pretty great)
Calculus: taking it to the limit (yeah, the jokes won’t stop until the class is over)
Two things:
1) Happy birthday, mom!
2) Congrats to all who are graduating today, though I’m pretty sure no one who’s graduating this semester reads my blogs.
Haha, sorry, not much more to say today. Cleaned the apartment and did calculus practice problems for five hours.
Oh, and this. I miss this show.
Today’s song: Flippers by Art vs. Science
Jupiter is changing, as are the Internet Giants
Part I. Jupiter
OH CRAP!
Apparently this is a fairly frequent thing, but I don’t ever remember hearing anything about it before.
Part II. The internet
What is this, the Information Age Paradigm Shift into Tab Land? Or are all the big websites having a mid-digital-age crisis and wanting facelifts?
What is the big deal with tabs, anyway? Seriously. I don’t see their appeal. Now Wikipedia has jumped on the “let’s change shit up for no reason” bandwagon and added that overplayed “we’re modern now!” tab-and-pointless-fading-color-crap to their site. They also decided to move their search box across the page.
Somebody needs to explain to me why this is all happening at once.
Haha, maybe there’s some sort of cosmic connection between Jupiter losing a stripe and the big players of the Tubes deciding to change things up.
Like Google’s head scientist (because you know they’ve got some sort of “Google Jupiter” machines flying around in the ammonia clouds taking pictures) goes into a board meeting and says to their head designer: “Um, sir…it appears we’ve got some shocking news from Jupiter.”
Head Designer: “What is it, Doctor?”
Head Scientist: “Well, it appears that the SEB has gone missing from our view.”
Head Designer: “So?”
Head Scientist: “That means that the largest planet in our solar system has just changed its layout!”
Head Designer: “OH CRAP! We’d better get on that NOW! INFORM WIKIPEDIA, THIS SHIT’S GOING TO GO DOWN FAST!!”
Etc., etc.
Hahaha, I know it’s not a big deal. I just like to bitch about it. I just don’t see a valid reason for it, especially for it all happening at once.
Also, for whatever the hell reason, today we switched to Leibniz’ notation in calculus. Not that I’m complaining.
Today’s song: Parlez Vous Francais? by Art vs. Science
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
Oh my
The Time Machine by H. G. Wells is absolutely fantastic. And this is coming from a person whose enjoyment in the world of science fiction used to come solely from Jules Verne.
Sexy, sexy Jules Verne.
After a rather innocuous beginning—in the sense that I thought it would end up to be similar in style and tone as Verne, since Wells apparently idolized the dude (who wouldn’t?)—it took a very different turn than I was expecting and I actually got a bit of an adrenaline rush reading through the 3rd quarter of it. Read it.
And now I’m reading Lolita, which is amazingly well-written but is so similar to some sort of twisted pedophilic tell-all that it’s actually kind of creeping me out. And the 30-minutes bus ride to campus (WITHOUT A TRANSFER, SCREW YOU #7) = excellent reading time, now that I don’t get motion sick anymore.
Today’s song: The Mummers vs. Passion Pit, a mash-up by Stayloose
I am deriving so much pleasure from calculus that I may need to integrate it into my daily life
HOT DAMN I love calculus.
And no, it’s not just because the great and glorious Leibniz invented it, either. It’s very methodical and I actually know what the hell I’m doing (for most of it). I think I hated it so much the first time around because it was at 8:30 in the freaking morning AND because it was all business-oriented. And because I didn’t really care back then. I dig the tediousness of it all—it’s less tedious than eigenvalues (thank god) but still fun. It feels weird to be doing a metric crap ton of math homework again.
Oh, and THERE’S A FREAKING ICE CREAM TRUCK OVER HERE, TOO! Totally not an imaginary one, either…I saw it go down 43rd street blasting out a lullaby.
I’m not insane. Bad ass.
Today’s song: Glycerine by Bush
Let me find the regression line that best fits our love
I want to make a lot of money. I want to do something good with it.
One of the main things I’d like to do is set up some sort of program/shelter for homeless people who really want to get back into the workforce and get things back on track again. I would bet that there’s a fairly large proportion of people out there who honestly would just like to get working and earning money, but are unable to due to various circumstances (being homeless and thus not having a permanent address, not having the resources to acquire appropriate clothing for a job interview, not having a resume or not being able to construct one, stuff like that).
I would like to open up some sort of clinic thing that would provide services to homeless people who want to get working again and eventually have a place of their own. It would provide a permanent address (required for a lot of jobs), “work appropriate clothing” (at least for awhile), and any other useful services, like counseling (emotional, financial, etc.), and possible medical assistance.
Of course, there would have to be a lot of checks in place to make sure things weren’t being abused, but something like this has been something I’ve wanted to do for quite some time. And obviously something like this would be ridiculously expensive (unless I could acquire donations and/or other support), but if I ever have enough money, I’m totally doing it.
Anyway.
Just felt like putting that out there, ‘cause I think the only person I’ve ever told about this was Matt when he was up here.
Today’s song: Telephone by Lady Gaga (damn, she is addictive)
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
No internet? Good thing I have a survey saved!
I always have an extra survey or two lying around.
1. Is that your natural hair color?
I didn’t know “that” was a color.
2. Where was your profile pic taken?
My old apartment.
3. What’s your middle name?
Marie.
4. Your current relationship status?
I need someone to love over up here, it’s a necessity.
5. Honestly, does your crush like you back?
He’s not really a crush per se…I don’t quite know how to define us.
But yes.
6. What is your current mood?
Excited.
7. What makes you happy?
Statistics. Leibniz. Color. Organization. Really bad puns.
8. Are you musically inclined?
I can learn a new instrument in about a day, but that’s about where it ends.
9. If you could go back in time and change something what would it be?
I would like to have seen how fast college could have happened if I knew from the start what I wanted to do. Claudia + proper motivation via obsession = “let’s destroy my soul with obscene amounts of credits!”
10. If you MUST be an animal for ONE day- what would you be?
Wooly mammoth! Take THAT!
11. Ever had a near death experience?
Sorta.
12. Something you do a lot?
Hahaha, blog.
13. What’s the name of the song stuck in your head right now?
The Cillo remix of Sleepyhead.
14. Name someone with the same b-day as you?
James Joyce.
15. When was the last time you cried?
Today.
16. Have you ever sung in front of a large audience?
Indeed.
17. If you could have one super power what would it be?
Flight. That would own.
18. What’s the first thing you notice about the OPPOSITE sex?
Um…hair?
19. What do you usually order from Starbucks?
Starbucks sucks.
20. What’s your biggest secret?
I’m not wearing pants!
21. What’s your favorite color?
Orange.
22. When was the last time you lied?
ZOOM!
23. Do you still watch kiddy movies or TV shows?
I’m on a Disney kick at the moment. Those movies dominated my childhood.
24. Do you have braces?
Nope.
25. If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?
I would like to be smarter.
26. What are you eating or drinking at the moment?
Nothing.
27. Do you speak any other language?
Hahahaha.
28. What’s your favorite smell?
Why in the hell does EVERY survey ask this?
29. When was the last time you shaved your legs?
Friday?
30. What were you doing this morning at 8am?
Moving.
31. What were you doing 15 minutes ago?
Listening to music.
32. What are you wearing?
Not pants.
33. Are you mad at anyone right now?
Nah.
34. The last 2 people to say they loved you?
My mom…I don’t remember who the last person was aside from her. Sad, huh?
35. Last thing received in the mail?
Shaw’s attempt to get me to buy cable service.
36. Do you have any famous relatives?
The founder of Ortega.
37. Have you ever been searched by the cops?
Nope.
39. How is your hair?
Really frizzy.
40. How many different drinks have you had today?
Two.
41. What have you eaten today?
Pizza! I think that’s it.
42. Are you good at math?
Algebra can suck it. Calculus is my secret lover.
43. Do you have plans on Saturday night?
Saturday night is designated Don’t Do Anything Remotely Productive Night.
44. Do you draw your name in the sand when you go to the beach?
Nope.
45. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?
Indeed.
46. Do you like the ocean?
I finally live close to it! Yay!
47. What are you excited about?
My new apartment. And calculus. And going back to the States in July.
48. What did you do last night?
Moved.
49. Are any of your great-grandparents still alive?
Nope.
50. Where do you keep your change?
In a graduated cylinder.
51. Do you remember the most naughty night of your life?
The fact that it happened out of nowhere made it that much better.
52. Do you like your name?
Sure.
53. Would you slay anyone on your friends list?
Best question ever.
Today’s song: M79 by Vampire Weekend
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