But now I am older and not quite as garrulous... or perhaps just more disenchanted with the world. The point is that I don't any awesome stories to tell about comp (except for the EPIC story of the 12 Tacos Du Del Taco but I think that one is best told out loud). And unfortunately, I don't have any incriminating blackmail photos of Chris and Nihal ( Read more... )

I don't know who actually reads this, but for those who do ( Read more... )

For some reason I refuse to believe that my E7 (MATLAB) midterm tomorrow is going to be that hard. This is in spite of the fact that almost every time I write a code, I have some sort of error in it the first time around. So instead of feverishly memorizing the textbook, I'm looking up coats on clearance at Macys.com, compulsively checking the ( Read more... )

1. Wasting time on AnonCon.

2. Doing FSAE stuffs.

Regarding #2, here's a little evidence of why I love the FSAE stuffs so much.
Jack: I uploaded the photos onto Rapid Share. Here is the link.

Me: I like the overhead one with our arms crossed, mostly because Chris looks so awkward.

Chris: Godddamit why am I on the wrong side of every joke. I quit.

Me: ( Read more... )

Update from the garage... I am in fact alive and I have not been trapped here. I only hate that my state of being often involves me being covered in metal chips and smelling of burning oil. This is in fact my current state of being ( Read more... )

Hooray, time for the return of the much-loved FSAE update of the weekend! This isn't quite as fun now that I know everyone and everyone knows that this journal exists. But enough amusing stuff has happened this weekend that deserves an update:

(1) We didn't go out to the garage on Friday night! This is indeed exciting, no matter what anybody else ( Read more... )

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Who would have guessed my first all-nighter would have been pulled not for school, but for FSAE? My eating and sleeping habits have degenerated into sad shadows of what they once were. Also I am perturbed by the blackened lines on my fingertips, caused by chain wax that stubbornly refuses to be scrubbed off ( Read more... )

The longest and most exhausting weekend ever. (Ok, probably not ever, but I can't think of a more exhausting weekend right now.)

• The sound of our engine actually working right.
• Story about Chris and Jared helping Concrete Canoe turn their canoe over. Jared: "It's all wet down here." Chris: "That's what she said." And nobody else gets it.
• Kahlua on ( Read more... )

And yet I feel so unenthusiastic. I think this has something to do with my extreme lack of sleep. Arrggh. Must wake up!

I also feel very unstressed about finals. I guess I am over confident in math and E45, and I just don't give a fuck anymore in physics and Shakespeare. It's ok, I'll study after Fontana. Yeah.