COVID PARTY 2020
Six-digit daily case counts in the States? Yeah, sure, why the hell not.
That is absolutely terrifying, America. I feel like it’s right on the verge of being past anyone’s control and the only way it’s going to slow down is by just chewing through the whole US population.
But Canada isn’t doing all that much better. Here’s our second peak going strong:
Alberta, specifically, has really dropped the ball. We were in new daily case numbers between 100 and 200 for the longest time, then things jumped up to the 500s a few weeks ago. Yesterday? 800 cases. Today? 1,441 cases. People keep gathering and are apparently not staying home when they’re exhibiting COVID symptoms.
Why is everyone so freaking stupid and selfish, I don’t understand.
Like, I get the whole “pandemic fatigue” thing, but holy hell. If people just calmed their tits for like TWO MONTHS and isolated as much as they could, we could probably cut this thing down significantly.
Why is that such a hard concept?
UGH I AM SO FRUSTRATED WITH THIS WHOLE WORLD RIGHT NOW.
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Do you ever have those days where you just want to sucker punch the universe?
That’s me today. I am angry. Almost irrationally so. Anytime I allow myself to think about what’s happened this semester, I just get so angry.
Probably too angry, since there’s not really anything I can do about it.
But UGH. It’s a draining feeling. I’m tired of feeling angry, but I have a hard time not feeling angry, you know?
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Holy crapspackle, today SUCKED.
I’d blog stuff, but I don’t wanna.
Going to go curl up and try not to get even more frustrated with everything.
Also: Why. Don’t. They. Post. The. Spring. Class. Schedule. I AM DYINGGGGG
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I’m not posting my third draft story because it’s probably the worst thing I’ve ever written. So screw it.
I also likely failed my probability test this morning, ’cause THAT’S WHAT I DO, I FAIL.
I’m going to go home. Probably to fail at something there, too, who knows.
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OH MY GOD today has been the most frustrating day I’ve had in a long time. Our CS lab assignment made me want to stab myself in the face.
Why. Am. I. So. Bad. At. Everything. I. Do.
Flaugh.
Anyway.
This made me laugh (and made me oddly aroused):
Warning: wear headphones if watching in a public place unless you want a lot of weird looks.
Claudia vs. The PDF of Doom: An Epic battle
Holy freaking Adobe goblins, I just spent nine hours trying to create a single PDF out of 34 textbook chapters.
NINE HOURS.
That’s FIVE HUNDRED AND FORTY MINUTES.
PDFs DO NOT WORK THAT WAY.
Yes, I admit the final document was going to be huge; 34 chapters do not lend themselves to a dinky complete textbook. But still…Adobe Pro (usually) makes it easy to merge a bunch of PDFs into one 743-page-long conglomeration, especially when said PDFs are 34 pre-tagged, page-numbered, ready-to-be-bookmarked chapters. It should not have taken me an average of 44 seconds per page here, people.
Haha, sorry. I seriously did just spend nine hours on something that should have taken me at most an hour, maybe an hour and a half. Needed to vent.
Plus there’s nothing of interest going on today. As usual.
Ooh, but I am gathering data for the big blog analyses that are coming for next Tuesday. Be prepared!
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Mediocrity, Thy Name is Claudia
So YET AGAIN I’m having a dilemma about school. I really, really don’t have any idea what I do. If I stay, I’ll be miserable for approximately five years, but if I leave, I’ll regret quitting for the rest of my life. I can’t figure out which one would be worse as of right now.
Why am I having such a hard time with this? I think one of my biggest roadblocks in all of this has been my fear of what others will think. “She’s too stupid to get through grad school.” “All the other schools were right in rejecting her.” “She’s a quitter.” I know that sounds pathetic, but it’s something I worry about, especially if I want to get a job at the Census and/or get a Philosophy MA or PhD.
Anyway.
It got to the point tonight where the decision was so 50/50 that I realized the only way I was going to solve my dilemma was to utilize the old coin flip. I relied on an online coin flipper (because manual coin-flipping is biased slightly in several different ways—look it up, it’s interesting), with heads being “leave” and tails being “stay.”
This exercise proved three things to me. First, when the coin came up “tails” and I went on flipping it until it came up heads (three times, by the way), it proved that I really did have a preference.
Second, it proved that what I was actually looking for was an excuse—an excuse to get off this track I had so meticulously set for myself—and that I was so desperate for this excuse that I would count an online coin-flipper’s outcome as my ticket to freedom.
Third, it proved that I’m unlikely to do anything anytime soon about it, because that’s just the way I am. I like to finish what I start. If I don’t, I hate myself even more.
So here we sit.
And here I am.
I don’t even know what else to say.
Sorry, it’s been a bad day.
Today’s song: Glitter in the Air by P!nk
It’s craptastic.
Today I am pissed. But I have good reason to be.
We’re frantically cleaning the office right now because my mom’s friends are coming up here for a visit in about 10 days and the house is a disaster area. So basically, everything is all strewn out everywhere.
I don’t know if it was my mom or myself who did it, but some rather strong magnets got placed right next to my computer, causing quite a large chunk of data to be lost from my hard drive, including—you guessed it—Matt’s flash.
Which was—you guessed it again—about 96% finished.
So yeah. I’m not a happy camper.
But never fear! I shall remake it with an even better idea than the original (though I must say that the original was pretty smokin’ sexy). It will be wonderful
Apologies for the delay, Matt. Hopefully I’ll get this new one up and running pretty soon.
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