Same shit, different city
So I've been in Bloomington for a couple of weeks now,
and I gotta tell ya, it's... bleh.
The other math grad students are really on their A game,
even the ones that have been out of school for a while.
Maybe they'll be friendly and help me out with homework and such.
Oh, wait -- that would require me being friendly with them.
So fuck it.
Yeah, I'm not good at making friends.
I've been to some parties and get to know one another events,
and found myself being completely awkward and not enjoying myself.
And it's not for lack of trying to start conversations and trying
to get to know other people (mostly initiated by them),
it's just that I don't care about others
and I really have nothing to offer to any real conversation
other than "Hi, I'm Arthur, I'm from Cleveland, I like math."
Maybe I should just loop that on a tape player.
Yeah, a tape player. Suck it, MP3s.
I have the feeling that I'm gonna regret going to a party school.
Everyone here is going to be hanging out, going to the bars,
and I'm going to be alone here. Whee.
At least at CMU, avoidance was somewhat tolerated,
and social rejection was socially accepted.
HAHA! CMU a contradiction in terms and it still exists! Excellence.
At IU, however, I don't think that'll be the case.
Look, I'm no phony; you get what you see,
'cause I am who I am even if you don't like me.
Even if I don't like me. Oh well.
So I'll die alone. Big whoop.
I've insinuated it once, and I'll insinuate it again:
I'm really at peace with that.
Those of you who don't believe that can go...
well, do whatever other cool people do. (I wouldn't know.)
Well, on the upside, B-town has some nice things in its favor.
Like pretty scenery... and pretty ladies. (VERY NICE! HIGH FIVE!)
Let's face it, CMU had some cuties...
(Like the obvious... Go-go-gadget thinly veiled subtext!)
but the girls here blow CMU's away. (GASP! SHOCK AND AWE!)
It's a nice sight for sore eyes,
but it's probably more of a curse than a blessing.
It'll just make me feel more awkward and socially inadequate,
and it'll probably make my teaching duties a little harder,
if you know what I mean.
But whatev -- most of the assinine retards that like
to call themselves my friends know I can block shit out,
so it's all good.
On the subject of teaching,
I'll probably have to go and make my Facebook more professional --
tone it down, make it a little less whiny and emo and shit.
No wait, it already is shit... nothing further required.
Probably should have shut this down too,
but I don't care. So my students'll stumble upon this
and lose any and all respect for me. What's the big deal?
And while I'm on the subject of blogs,
I haven't had a chance to update my math blog.
I'm not sure that's a good idea anymore,
primarily because typing in LaTeX takes me
SOOOOO long, it'll cut into so much of my studying.
Then again, the purpose of it is to help my studying,
so I'm not giving up on it quite yet.
I think that's pretty much all I wanted to say.
So, to explain what I've said...
No, there is too much... let me sum up:
-100 brownie points to any nerds that cannot.
And as usual,
Music of the Day
An old favorite of mine.
It was recently packaged as part of the new Albumix for Stepmania.
I'm surprised how good I've gotten, despite my long period of not playing.
My DDR abilities, however have gone down the tubes. Life sucks.
Well, anyways, here's the song.
No wait, one more comment:
How come female Europop singers are SO RIDICULOUSLY HOT?
Especially Danish ones, like Milk, Inc.'s Linda and now EliZe?
It boggles my mind. Ridiculous.
No Latino by EliZe
Everybody is going to the club tonight,
and I wanna go too 'cause I’m feeling all right.
I’m checking my reflection in the evening light.
(Yo! Yo! Yo! Latino!)
Getting into the club and I’m feeling the love.
Everybody I know comes and gives me a hug.
Tonight is the night I'm fooling around,
and if you let me hit it, we’ll have a good time.
Won't you get on the dance floor?
Won't you get on the dance floor?
Dance the night away!
Can you dance, can you dance like that?
I’m no Latino.
No, I’m no Latino,
but my girls say I shouldn’t care about that
as long as I move and I dance like that.
I got the rhythm that goes with the song.
I got the music that makes you go on.
Everybody is dancing in the club tonight,
And I wanna dance too 'cause I’m moving so tight.
I’m checking for my people in the disco light.
Check it out! (Yo! Yo! Latino!)
Look, I’m no phony; you get what you see,
'cause I am who I am even if you don’t like me.
It’s just me feeling so sexy.
It’s just me shaking my body.
Won't you get on the dance floor?
Won't you get on the dance floor?
Dance the night away!
Can you dance, can you dance like that?
Can you dance, can you dance like that?
I’m no Latino.
No, I’m no Latino,
but my girls say I shouldn’t care about that
as long as I move and I dance like that.
I got the rhythm that goes with the song.
I got the music that makes you go on.
Come
and dance the night away.
The rhythm makes you stay.
Don’t worry, it’s OK.
Just let the music
play,
and dance the night away.
The rhythm makes you stay.
Just let the music play.
I’m no Latino.
No, I’m no Latino,
but my girls say I shouldn’t care about that
as long as I move and I dance like that.
I got the rhythm that goes with the song.
I got the music that makes you go on.
Ok, well that's it for today.
And remember, kids:
there are no reimbursements for time or brain cells lost
during this meaningless pathetic rambling.
So deal with it, losers.
Yeah, isn't that funny?
When I have to call you a loser, you know you're doing something wrong.
Takes one to know one, eh?
I would know. Story of my so-called life.
OK, I'm done now.
Peace and... whatever that other thing is
and I gotta tell ya, it's... bleh.
The other math grad students are really on their A game,
even the ones that have been out of school for a while.
Maybe they'll be friendly and help me out with homework and such.
Oh, wait -- that would require me being friendly with them.
So fuck it.
Yeah, I'm not good at making friends.
I've been to some parties and get to know one another events,
and found myself being completely awkward and not enjoying myself.
And it's not for lack of trying to start conversations and trying
to get to know other people (mostly initiated by them),
it's just that I don't care about others
and I really have nothing to offer to any real conversation
other than "Hi, I'm Arthur, I'm from Cleveland, I like math."
Maybe I should just loop that on a tape player.
Yeah, a tape player. Suck it, MP3s.
I have the feeling that I'm gonna regret going to a party school.
Everyone here is going to be hanging out, going to the bars,
and I'm going to be alone here. Whee.
At least at CMU, avoidance was somewhat tolerated,
and social rejection was socially accepted.
HAHA! CMU a contradiction in terms and it still exists! Excellence.
At IU, however, I don't think that'll be the case.
Look, I'm no phony; you get what you see,
'cause I am who I am even if you don't like me.
Even if I don't like me. Oh well.
So I'll die alone. Big whoop.
I've insinuated it once, and I'll insinuate it again:
I'm really at peace with that.
Those of you who don't believe that can go...
well, do whatever other cool people do. (I wouldn't know.)
Well, on the upside, B-town has some nice things in its favor.
Like pretty scenery... and pretty ladies. (VERY NICE! HIGH FIVE!)
Let's face it, CMU had some cuties...
(Like the obvious... Go-go-gadget thinly veiled subtext!)
but the girls here blow CMU's away. (GASP! SHOCK AND AWE!)
It's a nice sight for sore eyes,
but it's probably more of a curse than a blessing.
It'll just make me feel more awkward and socially inadequate,
and it'll probably make my teaching duties a little harder,
if you know what I mean.
But whatev -- most of the assinine retards that like
to call themselves my friends know I can block shit out,
so it's all good.
On the subject of teaching,
I'll probably have to go and make my Facebook more professional --
tone it down, make it a little less whiny and emo and shit.
No wait, it already is shit... nothing further required.
Probably should have shut this down too,
but I don't care. So my students'll stumble upon this
and lose any and all respect for me. What's the big deal?
And while I'm on the subject of blogs,
I haven't had a chance to update my math blog.
I'm not sure that's a good idea anymore,
primarily because typing in LaTeX takes me
SOOOOO long, it'll cut into so much of my studying.
Then again, the purpose of it is to help my studying,
so I'm not giving up on it quite yet.
I think that's pretty much all I wanted to say.
So, to explain what I've said...
No, there is too much... let me sum up:
- I have sucked at life.
- I am sucking at life.
- I will continue to suck at life
-100 brownie points to any nerds that cannot.
And as usual,
Music of the Day
An old favorite of mine.
It was recently packaged as part of the new Albumix for Stepmania.
I'm surprised how good I've gotten, despite my long period of not playing.
My DDR abilities, however have gone down the tubes. Life sucks.
Well, anyways, here's the song.
No wait, one more comment:
How come female Europop singers are SO RIDICULOUSLY HOT?
Especially Danish ones, like Milk, Inc.'s Linda and now EliZe?
It boggles my mind. Ridiculous.
Click to viewNo Latino by EliZe
Everybody is going to the club tonight,
and I wanna go too 'cause I’m feeling all right.
I’m checking my reflection in the evening light.
(Yo! Yo! Yo! Latino!)
Getting into the club and I’m feeling the love.
Everybody I know comes and gives me a hug.
Tonight is the night I'm fooling around,
and if you let me hit it, we’ll have a good time.
Won't you get on the dance floor?
Won't you get on the dance floor?
Dance the night away!
Can you dance, can you dance like that?
I’m no Latino.
No, I’m no Latino,
but my girls say I shouldn’t care about that
as long as I move and I dance like that.
I got the rhythm that goes with the song.
I got the music that makes you go on.
Everybody is dancing in the club tonight,
And I wanna dance too 'cause I’m moving so tight.
I’m checking for my people in the disco light.
Check it out! (Yo! Yo! Latino!)
Look, I’m no phony; you get what you see,
'cause I am who I am even if you don’t like me.
It’s just me feeling so sexy.
It’s just me shaking my body.
Won't you get on the dance floor?
Won't you get on the dance floor?
Dance the night away!
Can you dance, can you dance like that?
Can you dance, can you dance like that?
I’m no Latino.
No, I’m no Latino,
but my girls say I shouldn’t care about that
as long as I move and I dance like that.
I got the rhythm that goes with the song.
I got the music that makes you go on.
Come
and dance the night away.
The rhythm makes you stay.
Don’t worry, it’s OK.
Just let the music
play,
and dance the night away.
The rhythm makes you stay.
Just let the music play.
I’m no Latino.
No, I’m no Latino,
but my girls say I shouldn’t care about that
as long as I move and I dance like that.
I got the rhythm that goes with the song.
I got the music that makes you go on.
Ok, well that's it for today.
And remember, kids:
there are no reimbursements for time or brain cells lost
during this meaningless pathetic rambling.
So deal with it, losers.
Yeah, isn't that funny?
When I have to call you a loser, you know you're doing something wrong.
Takes one to know one, eh?
I would know. Story of my so-called life.
OK, I'm done now.
Peace and... whatever that other thing is