[you were never one for sleeping late]
glory, glory, unc, our hearts will live with thee - fight, fight, fight for the blue and white are rolling to victory. i have pretty much been staring at this photo non-stop all weekend, and it just. i can't even. i love this picture so much it hurts.
also, on friday, there was possibly an incident on campus involving me being a spaz and also involving wes miller, but resmin says i'm not allowed to talk about it anymore. (upside: did not commit sexual assault and did not actually light wes miller on fire. downside: well, did not get laid by wes miller. overall: not forced to watch duke game in jail; probably for the best.)
and there was a brief moment of friday night dinner-time terror regarding YET ANOTHER broken can opener, but apparently i just suck. i can fake it at being a grown-up most of the time; i remember to get the oil in my car changed, i bought a desk chair, i pay my tuition on time, but in the end, i can't work a can opener and i have an oversize tupperware for a coffee table.
i haven't talked about school much this semester - because there are only so many ways you can talk about wanting to beat microsoft access into tiny pieces with a big stick before it gets old - but basically i have a wild brain-crush on my collection development professor. he's about my parents' age, maybe a little older, and wicked smart and he just. he doesn't teach the class like it's a class; we have reading, but i don't know anyone who's done any of it, because it doesn't matter. i go to class and we talk about book reviews and sources for buying journals and movies and the publishing industry and the billboard music charts and current events. he's not teaching us how to develop collections, he's teaching us to to think so that if we wanted to develop collections, we could do in a smart fashion.
basically, his mindset is, "be educated, be well-read, think for yourself, and you'll be okay." so thanks to him, i've gotten in the habit of reading the ny times and the washington post and the news and observer every day; and on top of that, i've been back in the habit of doing the boston.com crossword puzzle every morning. (why boston.com, and not the times or something? simple: boston.com has the best puzzle interface of any of the online puzzles. i'm easy like that.) and since i've been enjoying the crossword puzzles, but there's only one a day, i've also gotten in the habit of doing sudoku online when i'm bored.
it's making my brain feel all itchy, like i'm getting noticeably smarter or something. like i'm in training for an iq test marathon. it's a weird but excellent feeling. i like being smarter. it lets me have more opinions, and we all know i loves me some opinions.
i had a wildly laidback rest of the weekend; saturday pru and i went out to southpoint and fondled the laptops at the apple store, drooled over cookbooks at barnes & noble, and mindlessly wandered around target again. (i bought more jell-o, because clearly i have not learned my lesson. also i bought a vegetable peeler. GO ME.) i wrote a lot, and updated my page-of-what-i've-written-this-year for february. i slept a lot. i fed asb's cat and pilfered her internet to download a lot of hank williams, jr. i spent 10 hours on sunday hip-deep in pie database designing, got fed up with access's design view not letting me do what i want, and taught myself enough mySQL to hack the query in my homework. it was a pretty good weekend.
at one point, in a fit of boredom on saturday evening while waiting for tip off, i contemplated shaving my head. mostly i really need a haircut, i can feel the hair curling around my collar right now, and it's driving me nuts. you will all be glad to know i still have hair; i'm not sure i can rock the bald look, as tempting as it was. a cat scan technician once told me that my head was shaped like a light bulb. not exactly the head for shaving, you know?
and finally: this map of major league baseball teams by fan location makes me so happy; all those weird tiny pockets of cubs fans? are people who live where wgn is a standard superstation on cable, heeeee.
also, on friday, there was possibly an incident on campus involving me being a spaz and also involving wes miller, but resmin says i'm not allowed to talk about it anymore. (upside: did not commit sexual assault and did not actually light wes miller on fire. downside: well, did not get laid by wes miller. overall: not forced to watch duke game in jail; probably for the best.)
and there was a brief moment of friday night dinner-time terror regarding YET ANOTHER broken can opener, but apparently i just suck. i can fake it at being a grown-up most of the time; i remember to get the oil in my car changed, i bought a desk chair, i pay my tuition on time, but in the end, i can't work a can opener and i have an oversize tupperware for a coffee table.
i haven't talked about school much this semester - because there are only so many ways you can talk about wanting to beat microsoft access into tiny pieces with a big stick before it gets old - but basically i have a wild brain-crush on my collection development professor. he's about my parents' age, maybe a little older, and wicked smart and he just. he doesn't teach the class like it's a class; we have reading, but i don't know anyone who's done any of it, because it doesn't matter. i go to class and we talk about book reviews and sources for buying journals and movies and the publishing industry and the billboard music charts and current events. he's not teaching us how to develop collections, he's teaching us to to think so that if we wanted to develop collections, we could do in a smart fashion.
basically, his mindset is, "be educated, be well-read, think for yourself, and you'll be okay." so thanks to him, i've gotten in the habit of reading the ny times and the washington post and the news and observer every day; and on top of that, i've been back in the habit of doing the boston.com crossword puzzle every morning. (why boston.com, and not the times or something? simple: boston.com has the best puzzle interface of any of the online puzzles. i'm easy like that.) and since i've been enjoying the crossword puzzles, but there's only one a day, i've also gotten in the habit of doing sudoku online when i'm bored.
it's making my brain feel all itchy, like i'm getting noticeably smarter or something. like i'm in training for an iq test marathon. it's a weird but excellent feeling. i like being smarter. it lets me have more opinions, and we all know i loves me some opinions.
i had a wildly laidback rest of the weekend; saturday pru and i went out to southpoint and fondled the laptops at the apple store, drooled over cookbooks at barnes & noble, and mindlessly wandered around target again. (i bought more jell-o, because clearly i have not learned my lesson. also i bought a vegetable peeler. GO ME.) i wrote a lot, and updated my page-of-what-i've-written-this-year for february. i slept a lot. i fed asb's cat and pilfered her internet to download a lot of hank williams, jr. i spent 10 hours on sunday hip-deep in pie database designing, got fed up with access's design view not letting me do what i want, and taught myself enough mySQL to hack the query in my homework. it was a pretty good weekend.
at one point, in a fit of boredom on saturday evening while waiting for tip off, i contemplated shaving my head. mostly i really need a haircut, i can feel the hair curling around my collar right now, and it's driving me nuts. you will all be glad to know i still have hair; i'm not sure i can rock the bald look, as tempting as it was. a cat scan technician once told me that my head was shaped like a light bulb. not exactly the head for shaving, you know?
and finally: this map of major league baseball teams by fan location makes me so happy; all those weird tiny pockets of cubs fans? are people who live where wgn is a standard superstation on cable, heeeee.