Another day away
The powers that be have been asking me for a while to update my journal and, since my 2oclock class was canceled, i have some good ol' fashioned free time to do so. If i've planned it right, this is probably going to be a monster entry, unfit for those with weak eyes or without interest in my day-to-day life. Now that we've got that out of the way, lets go.
So i'm in math class earlier today and the teacher told a terrible joke (i'll actually tell the joke later. but first, the rest of my thoughts on this math class). She was substituting for out normal professor and teaching us the Fundamental Theorem of Calculus. Her thick accent made it pretty obvious she was from an eastern European country and not the best person to be teaching a bunch of biology majors the most important theorem of calculus. Now, i've already done this twice so i wasn't having many problems. But the people on either side of me looked so frustrated that they wanted to cry. Ontop of that, the teacher was constantly mixing up variables. It makes me glad that i learned this all from Kerbin last year (and at ODU in Calc I two summers ago) so that i could help out my friends after class to make sure they understood what had just happened.
That aside, the joke was--and stop me if you've heard this one--
What is the integral of (1/"cabin") d"cabin"?
Answer: Houseboat.
(integral of (1/x) is ln (x) + C.....read: log x plus c...or "sea"...ha.....ha....) The time it took you to get that joke? Yeah, you're never getting it back. I truly am sorry, everyone.
If for some reason you didn't know already, i'm full of useless information. I soak it up like a sponge. So you can imagine my delight last week when my english teacher started telling us little known facts about Old and Middle English. There are a few letters in the Old English alphabet that didn't quite make the transition into Middle English. One is called "eth" and the other is "thorn". "eth" looks like the bastard child of a an x and a g and "thorn" is like a p but the stem keeps going at the top. They both make the "th" sound. Now, whenever you see signs that say "Ye Old ____", it all comes from a mix up when they were first translating Old English. that Y is supposed to be a thorn. That means that, back in the day, they never said "Ye Old _______". It's always been pronounced "The Old ___" until we came along and screwed it up. (sorry to shatter your dreams, Nick).
I think that about covers the entirely irrelevant part of my life. Everything from here on out are just my thoughts from the last couple weeks.
Ever since i got into Death Cab for Cutie, i've been looking for bands that have that same kind of sound. Among the bands i've found are Snow Patrol and The New Pornographers. As i've listened to both of them, gotten hooked on the sound of the music, and then really paying attention to the lyrics, i've discovered that they've both got some pretty heavy Christian overtones ("you're the only thing i love...i think better on my knees" to "Come true for the new martyrs, with your hair parted like the Red Sea"). These songs all seem a little more complex than your average two-chord worship song so they're more interesting...but every time i think i investigate something i think i can relate to in the music, it ends up pushing me farther away. Just a thought.
I'm having a lot of trouble getting back into the flow of school since break ended. I know that's only right, seeing as i've been away for so long...but now that i'm back at school it's not so much a matter of missing home as it is missing Katie. When i'm not here at school, i'm usually with Katie. That's more of a statement of fact than an admission. I'm home when i'm with her...not necessarily just when i'm in Virginia beach. It reminds me of a part in Garden State (if you haven't seen it yet, do so. now. go.) when the main character says something to the affect of "After a while I lost my sense of home. Sure, I had a place to put my stuff...But that sense of 'home' was gone. Maybe that's all 'home' is--a group of people who miss the same imaginary place." I'm going add something to the end of that: "a group of people who miss that imaginary place but have found a new one in each other". So, in my sense of the word, leaving home after break has been difficult. I thought it would be easier if I came back a few days later to stay for the weekend and see Enver's show (which was great, by the way). In short, it didn't make things any easier. Leaving for a second time in a few days was even harder.
Not that it matters or that she'll ever read this, but i feel that i can finally answer my 7th grade english teacher's question of "What does 'home' mean?". That's stuck with me for so long because, no matter what I or anyone tried to tell her "home" meant to any of us, she shot it down. For instance, at the time I said that home was the place where my dad cooked us fish for dinner pretty much every week after he went fishing--something fairly original. She told me that if that's what i thought "home" meant then i could go live easily with her parents who liked to cook fish. Well, Mrs. Stewart, I finally have the answer for you. Home, for anyone, is the place wherever you and (for lack of a less sexual word) lover are.
That's about all i have to say. I've got a new layout on my livejournal so you might want to check that out. It came out of my christmas present from Nick (The Book of Bunny Suicides).
So i'm in math class earlier today and the teacher told a terrible joke (i'll actually tell the joke later. but first, the rest of my thoughts on this math class). She was substituting for out normal professor and teaching us the Fundamental Theorem of Calculus. Her thick accent made it pretty obvious she was from an eastern European country and not the best person to be teaching a bunch of biology majors the most important theorem of calculus. Now, i've already done this twice so i wasn't having many problems. But the people on either side of me looked so frustrated that they wanted to cry. Ontop of that, the teacher was constantly mixing up variables. It makes me glad that i learned this all from Kerbin last year (and at ODU in Calc I two summers ago) so that i could help out my friends after class to make sure they understood what had just happened.
That aside, the joke was--and stop me if you've heard this one--
What is the integral of (1/"cabin") d"cabin"?
Answer: Houseboat.
(integral of (1/x) is ln (x) + C.....read: log x plus c...or "sea"...ha.....ha....) The time it took you to get that joke? Yeah, you're never getting it back. I truly am sorry, everyone.
If for some reason you didn't know already, i'm full of useless information. I soak it up like a sponge. So you can imagine my delight last week when my english teacher started telling us little known facts about Old and Middle English. There are a few letters in the Old English alphabet that didn't quite make the transition into Middle English. One is called "eth" and the other is "thorn". "eth" looks like the bastard child of a an x and a g and "thorn" is like a p but the stem keeps going at the top. They both make the "th" sound. Now, whenever you see signs that say "Ye Old ____", it all comes from a mix up when they were first translating Old English. that Y is supposed to be a thorn. That means that, back in the day, they never said "Ye Old _______". It's always been pronounced "The Old ___" until we came along and screwed it up. (sorry to shatter your dreams, Nick).
I think that about covers the entirely irrelevant part of my life. Everything from here on out are just my thoughts from the last couple weeks.
Ever since i got into Death Cab for Cutie, i've been looking for bands that have that same kind of sound. Among the bands i've found are Snow Patrol and The New Pornographers. As i've listened to both of them, gotten hooked on the sound of the music, and then really paying attention to the lyrics, i've discovered that they've both got some pretty heavy Christian overtones ("you're the only thing i love...i think better on my knees" to "Come true for the new martyrs, with your hair parted like the Red Sea"). These songs all seem a little more complex than your average two-chord worship song so they're more interesting...but every time i think i investigate something i think i can relate to in the music, it ends up pushing me farther away. Just a thought.
I'm having a lot of trouble getting back into the flow of school since break ended. I know that's only right, seeing as i've been away for so long...but now that i'm back at school it's not so much a matter of missing home as it is missing Katie. When i'm not here at school, i'm usually with Katie. That's more of a statement of fact than an admission. I'm home when i'm with her...not necessarily just when i'm in Virginia beach. It reminds me of a part in Garden State (if you haven't seen it yet, do so. now. go.) when the main character says something to the affect of "After a while I lost my sense of home. Sure, I had a place to put my stuff...But that sense of 'home' was gone. Maybe that's all 'home' is--a group of people who miss the same imaginary place." I'm going add something to the end of that: "a group of people who miss that imaginary place but have found a new one in each other". So, in my sense of the word, leaving home after break has been difficult. I thought it would be easier if I came back a few days later to stay for the weekend and see Enver's show (which was great, by the way). In short, it didn't make things any easier. Leaving for a second time in a few days was even harder.
Not that it matters or that she'll ever read this, but i feel that i can finally answer my 7th grade english teacher's question of "What does 'home' mean?". That's stuck with me for so long because, no matter what I or anyone tried to tell her "home" meant to any of us, she shot it down. For instance, at the time I said that home was the place where my dad cooked us fish for dinner pretty much every week after he went fishing--something fairly original. She told me that if that's what i thought "home" meant then i could go live easily with her parents who liked to cook fish. Well, Mrs. Stewart, I finally have the answer for you. Home, for anyone, is the place wherever you and (for lack of a less sexual word) lover are.
That's about all i have to say. I've got a new layout on my livejournal so you might want to check that out. It came out of my christmas present from Nick (The Book of Bunny Suicides).