This stupid thing will be my downfall.
My dearest friends, why on earth did you ever let me register myself a livejournal? You know perfectly well -- especially you, Stodgy McUselesspants -- how I get when I'm bored.
Let's see, shall we? Here are some things I wouldn't mind saying to the entire world:
1. I got my eyebrow pierced a few days ago -- not for any particular reason. I felt like shocking a few people & amusing a few others & damned if I don't think it is fucking gorgeous. SO pleased.
2. I'm, I don't know, happy. I'm nightshifting myself for observing tomorrow. There are few things I like better than a night of operating Malcolm's telescope (*snicker*). When I walk home from Harvard in the morning, people give me knowing glances. Is there such a thing as an astronomy afterglow? Mm. I don't know that astro is better than sex, but it is certainly up there.
3. Things I'd need in a new apartment: more space (not difficult. My room is, hm, about 7x9); T-stop; Saferide; nice wooden floors; windows with sunlight; internet; laundry.
4. Things I'll need in a grad school: non-US location; large city or easy access to one; trains; cold weather; masters program in astro, or in physics with a decent astro track; a full spectrum of departments (I cannot stand being around only science people. Sometimes -- dare I say this here? -- I wish I'd gone to Harvard. I think I'd transfer if it didn't mean moving back on campus. Mmanyway).
5. I think livejournal is a little creepy. I'll end up telling crazyass stories to random friends-of-friends. Is that a good thing? Might be. I'm tired of SECRETS. But the whole endeavor smacks of whinefest, and I'd really hate to deprive Lep of the whines which are his by right. Right? Hm. Seems like a mindless prepackaged braindump service. By which I mean, how much thought am I really giving what I write here? How much do I care about it? WHY the fuck am I writing it? (Because I'm bored, & it's there.) Okay. Livejournal offends my aesthetic sensibilities. It is ugly & kind of dumb. There we go.
6. So I'm going to end up as yet more spew on somebody's friends page. Which, ew. I bet livejournal tastes like onions & marmalade.
7. Foods I don't like: onions; marmalade; puolukkahillo; cooked bell peppers, pasta...what am I missing? I need to make these lists periodically, else I really do forget them.
8. When I graduate, I think I'll get the Lane-Emden equation tattooed on my back. It's the equation governing the density profile of a star approximated as a polytrope, and oh my lord it is beautiful. Our 4th problem set in 8.284 involved solving the thing numerically & plotting the curves & it blew my mind in a 'Holy shit, I can make a star' kind of way.
9. Okay, I'm not such a nerd that astrophysics is all that excites me. Seriously. I have, hm, 4 crushes, of whom 1 is actually beddable, but lives in JP. And some days I do talk about them constantly. I just watched Fight Club, which, for some reason, made me really -- can I say horny on livejournal? -- mm, I would not have been averse to some male company. Or some, heh heh, 'telescope pointing'.
10. I'm hungry. Probably the main inconvenience of nocturnal life. I came over to Random tonight am now keeping my vigil in the company of Amanda's cat, who looks a little like Abe Lincoln. By which I meant to say, I don't have any food here. But while we're on the topic of Random, damn the frosh make me feel old. I can stand in the lounge and get my wise on without actually saying anything, because I am sooo old. But still too young to buy myself lovely liquors.
Hokay, I am done. Off to other entertaining pursuits. Love & kisses, my sweets.
Let's see, shall we? Here are some things I wouldn't mind saying to the entire world:
1. I got my eyebrow pierced a few days ago -- not for any particular reason. I felt like shocking a few people & amusing a few others & damned if I don't think it is fucking gorgeous. SO pleased.
2. I'm, I don't know, happy. I'm nightshifting myself for observing tomorrow. There are few things I like better than a night of operating Malcolm's telescope (*snicker*). When I walk home from Harvard in the morning, people give me knowing glances. Is there such a thing as an astronomy afterglow? Mm. I don't know that astro is better than sex, but it is certainly up there.
3. Things I'd need in a new apartment: more space (not difficult. My room is, hm, about 7x9); T-stop; Saferide; nice wooden floors; windows with sunlight; internet; laundry.
4. Things I'll need in a grad school: non-US location; large city or easy access to one; trains; cold weather; masters program in astro, or in physics with a decent astro track; a full spectrum of departments (I cannot stand being around only science people. Sometimes -- dare I say this here? -- I wish I'd gone to Harvard. I think I'd transfer if it didn't mean moving back on campus. Mmanyway).
5. I think livejournal is a little creepy. I'll end up telling crazyass stories to random friends-of-friends. Is that a good thing? Might be. I'm tired of SECRETS. But the whole endeavor smacks of whinefest, and I'd really hate to deprive Lep of the whines which are his by right. Right? Hm. Seems like a mindless prepackaged braindump service. By which I mean, how much thought am I really giving what I write here? How much do I care about it? WHY the fuck am I writing it? (Because I'm bored, & it's there.) Okay. Livejournal offends my aesthetic sensibilities. It is ugly & kind of dumb. There we go.
6. So I'm going to end up as yet more spew on somebody's friends page. Which, ew. I bet livejournal tastes like onions & marmalade.
7. Foods I don't like: onions; marmalade; puolukkahillo; cooked bell peppers, pasta...what am I missing? I need to make these lists periodically, else I really do forget them.
8. When I graduate, I think I'll get the Lane-Emden equation tattooed on my back. It's the equation governing the density profile of a star approximated as a polytrope, and oh my lord it is beautiful. Our 4th problem set in 8.284 involved solving the thing numerically & plotting the curves & it blew my mind in a 'Holy shit, I can make a star' kind of way.
9. Okay, I'm not such a nerd that astrophysics is all that excites me. Seriously. I have, hm, 4 crushes, of whom 1 is actually beddable, but lives in JP. And some days I do talk about them constantly. I just watched Fight Club, which, for some reason, made me really -- can I say horny on livejournal? -- mm, I would not have been averse to some male company. Or some, heh heh, 'telescope pointing'.
10. I'm hungry. Probably the main inconvenience of nocturnal life. I came over to Random tonight am now keeping my vigil in the company of Amanda's cat, who looks a little like Abe Lincoln. By which I meant to say, I don't have any food here. But while we're on the topic of Random, damn the frosh make me feel old. I can stand in the lounge and get my wise on without actually saying anything, because I am sooo old. But still too young to buy myself lovely liquors.
Hokay, I am done. Off to other entertaining pursuits. Love & kisses, my sweets.