I ACTUALLY REALLY HAVE TO GO TO BED

Because my mother is going to be up to run in about half an hour, and because I got maybe five hours of sleep last night, and because I'm going to have to be up earlyish (compared to a reasonable amount of sleep and/or my school sleeping habits), and because whatever I'm tired.

But I just wanted to say that I am having a much easier time adjusting to being at home than I thought I would have.

That is probably because all I've done is watch 2/3rds of a season of "Psych" and 5/6ths of a season of "Bones." I've knit most of a sock, though. That's something. And I've gotten my tension back to its pre-finals state. My knitting tension, I mean. I have physical evidence of my finals stress in that the mitten I knit at school is almost half an inch smaller around than the mitten I knit at home over Thanksgiving.

That's probably the same reason my dad got one sock, knit at school, that fit his foot and one sock, knit at home (watching "House," over the summer), that was at least an inch bigger (in all dimensions).

So, since I'm now knitting a second sock, I figured I should probably carefully de-stress before knitting a whole sock that wouldn't fit on my foot. I had to pay a lot of attention to how tightly I was knitting at first, but it's become a lot more natural.

I still need a damn backrub, though. But that's mostly my posture.

My grades are all in. I'm fairly pleased. Programming in particular--I wasn't lying on Facebook, I seriously thought that B was an impossibility. I guess I hadn't calculated for my "class participation" component? But a good, solid B... That I can get behind. Even if I can't program to save my life.

B- in Calculus is good enough,

And just so Scooter knows, today's Groupon could be $9 for a half dozen cupcakes from Lola Cookies and Treats, in Leesburg. (Or, $17 for a whole dozen. The half dozen's usually $18; the whole dozen's usually $35.) You buy the Groupon, save it for a while, print the coupon, take it to the place, redeem it. Everything's paid online unless you go over the value of the coupon, in which case you pay in person. Quite convenient, really.

Anyway. More like 20 minutes now. Bed for me. Night-night.

I RECEIVED AN A IN A CLASS. FOR ONCE.

I do not have the finest of GPAs. It's not terrible, as in it's not "academic probation," and it's improving, but it's not the finest of GPAs. Its plumage is far from resplendent. But, again, it is improving. I got an A. I like As. Too bad I only get As in classes that are stupid and easy. Oh well. Hopefully next semester my classes will be such that I can get As (or B+s or something) without wanting to kill myself. I'm not sure, though. Having that many math classes (i.e. three, two of which are supposed to be fairly difficult and one of which is supposed to include a lot of work despite being fairly easy) might b terribly terribly stressful and upsetting. But hopefully not! I should be able to get a pretty easy A in Intro to Education, and ballet couldn't possibly be too bad, right? I could finally have a GOOD semester. Maybe.

I hate people who refuse to accept that if you don't know what you're doing then you don't deserve credit for it.

I'm so happy. I'm so happy. In all likelihood, I will not fail this class. I will not fail. I would like to get a 60% on the final. Then I could have a 60% in the class. In this class, a 50% is a failing grade. I love this man. This man is my favorite man. Is 60% possible? I do not know if 60% is possible. I do not know 60% of the material. Regardless, I'm so happy. I say this with a straight face, but it is true. I am so happy. Now I can truly say that I have loved this man like Mary loved Joseph: a little bit at first, not at all as trouble arrives, and then nigh-infinitely once it became apparent that he will not have me stoned to death for being what amounts to an adulteress. Adultery is a metaphor for not understanding electricity, by the way. In case that wasn't clear. And being stoned to death is a metaphor for taking this class. Because the class is so painful. In case that wasn't clear.

I'm so happy.

ETA: Giving birth to Jesus is a metaphor for taking this final. Just for the record. IN A STABLE. IN THE COLD. WITH LOTS OF PAIN.

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BIG SAUSAGE PIZZA

From George (a tit).

PRETEND THIS IS A BLOG POST, OKAY?

Last night, I successfully completed the work that I intended to complete. If I had started earlier, it would have been a lot less painful, and then today would be much less painful. Too bad I'm an idiot.

If only I had seen fit to actually write in my lab notebook throughout the semester, then I might not have been up until 5:30 last night copying everything I put into Excel into a stupid composition book. I still don't understand the point of them, since we turn in lab reports anyway and he wants all our lab report data to be fancy (definitely typed) Excel sheets and it's a waste of time and paper to make us get a special notebook just to write down things we're going to have to enter into Excel anyway. Anyway, if I were only a decent person when it comes to following directions, everything would be nicer. Too bad I'm an idiot.

Right now, Calculus is the only class I don't hate, which is a nice change from this time last semester, when, honestly, Calculus was probably the only class I did hate, except I guess Astronomy. Seriously, last semester's finals time was bad or whatever in terms of staying up late (Hi, Western Civs!), but it wasn't just constant torture like right now. I'm hoping that in the spring, my classes won't be too awful, but I think I would have to change them in order for that to be the case. I should probably be switching Linear Algebra to next fall and going with another real class instead, because three math classes sounds a TINY bit hellish, but at the same time, what would I take instead. If you guessed "NOTHING," you're on the right track.

Right, so, yeah. Last night wasn't so bad, but I also shouldn't say that until I've gotten through my Physics lab final, which is in an hour and a half.

But at least I got a ridiculous hat out of last night? So that's good.

Tonight is more homework times, this time MasteringPhysics online stuff, but I think I need to watch a couple MIT lectures on it before I'll be able to do it--or maybe the book will be actually helpful? Hard to say. Anyway, after MasteringPhysics, it's time to start my Python project that's due Saturday [again, too bad I'm an idiot], and I'll be working on that until I turn it in. After midnight Saturday night, I have a couple hours of pleasantness (I'll probably watch Star Wars?) and then bed, and then constant lecture-watching as a method of Physics studying, followed by a couple lectures on Calculus. MAYBE I can have a day off on Sunday, but I'll have to think carefully, because I really don't want to be as clueless on the Physics final as I was on my last test (53, after curve, woo). 

Notes for one sec, relevant to Kristina and FRLN class

If you had separate attachments that you sent in for the scholarly review thing, I downloaded that, so I have it, but I returned all your scholarly review to you; try to answer the questions that I gave last time.

What I said was, you don't need to rewrite your scholarly review, just add on. Pay attention to those questions; they're in the announcements and the course content.

Resubmit when you're ready.

Some people, who did great, I've given their grades, grades are in the gradebook. Otherwise, add to it, you can get a few more points, if you don't have time, don't worry about it. Grades out of 50.

Everything is due by the day of the final, so 12/14. The more that's in earlier, the better for me and for you, but whatever.

Anyway, so, yeah, life sucks from now until I go home, and then for about two weeks after that. Woo, finals.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKING FUCKERS FUCK

Today, I was going to email my professor and tell him my group had disappeared. Instead, I opened up my email to find one FROM my group.

This is good:
IFF (shitty group) >> (no group)

(>> means "much greater than")

This is bad:
IF (shitty group) = (way behind)(irresponsible)(a bunch of dicks)

Everything in my life, stop fucking me over RIGHT NOW, please, I would really appreciate it.

FUCK I HAVEN'T BLOGGED IN A WEEK

Man fuck this shit. Seriously. I'm a terrible blogger, I'm absolutely terrible at it. I'm not funny, and I never remember to update. So why fucking blog?

Oh, right, you guys. Because every time Kate updates, I feel all guilty for neglecting you, helloblogtime.

Speaking of neglecting things, hey, George, how many words do you still have to write before Tuesday night? Sucker! This is why quitters win.

Anyway... This coming week is going to be full of hell for me, just like it will for everyone else. Unless some of you actually did work over break? Ha. I know, right? The only work I did was knitting a mitten (except half a thumb) and a "cowl" (which does not look like that; it's blue-green and not as wide; also, I usually call it a "neck scarf thingy"; I will tell the knit-nernet that I used that pattern, but really I just used it as a guide for how many stitches to cast on--I didn't even use the size needles it called for, or indeed look at the pattern after casting on, instead opting to knit until the yarn was gone, i.e. I was tired of knitting, so, like 5 hours later, which makes me mildly distressed at how long things take to knit, even though it was a project that took just an afternoon--if one afternoon is about 5 hours of continuous knitting, how many hours will these mittens have eaten, when one took me one day plus two evenings?) and sitting on the couch. Sorry for the huge parenthetical. If I'd been willing to de-parenthesize, it wouldn't have been a huge run-on, but I was not willing to relinquish my parallel parenthetical structure (see it?). Parallel structure is one of my very favorite literary devices.

I also made a pie, but it wasn't very good. Friggin' disappointing recipes. I was supposed to make "caramel," but following the directions only gave me some, like, sugar covered in butter. Which... I mean... The pie tasted fine, you know, totally edible for a sugar+butter+apples+cranberries+pie crust concoction (which are hard to screw up--you can actually make a really tasty pie by taking some apples and cranberries, putting them in a pie crust with a little sugar, and baking it for 40 minutes; pies are tasty and nice and easy to make and eat), it was just really disappointing for having been a lot of work. Also I burned myself! Butter gets really hot, and when you stir it really intensely because you don't want that smokey smell to continue, sometimes it flies out of the pan and you say "ow." So, yeah, disappointing but not terrible. But it was drastically overshadowed by CHEESECAKE. Which my sister makes. I had a slice and a half of pie and a piece of cheesecake and my life was good.

Anyway... Yeah. Now I have blogged. I'll write about all the cancer I'm going to want this week at the time when I actually want it. Ugh.

Also, I have heard to Johnny Cash at Fulsom Prison probably 30 times since I've been home. I should maybe stop leaving it on "repeat" all night while I sleep. I mean, I only know the whole thing almost by heart, you know. Nothing too crazy. Just... I mean. Yes. Too crazy. It's one thing to know all the songs, but to know all the songs plus all the interjections is a little nuts. "Nobody at all ever climbed that wall, but I'm gonna be the first," and then blah blah, eventually, "There's never been a man ever shook this can, but I knew a man who tried: the newspapers called it a jailbreak plan, but I know it was suicide." And then we lead into "Dirty Old Egg-Sucking Dog," with a cute little thing about how it's a love song, Johnny Cash is such a... Seriously. Crazy. Me. Yes. Totally.

Goodnight. (Also did I mention my sleep schedule is TOTALLY FUCKED FOREVER?)

HELLO BLOG TIME IT'S BEEN A WHILE

Yeah, I know it's been a while. I'm a terrible blogger.

I finished my sock. I have not cast on for the second one. I'm waiting on yarn so I can cast on simultaneously for the first of a really cute pair of mittens and the second sock. I'm not really sure how I like the pattern of the socks, as in the way they fit, but I made the whole first one, and it's pretty and comfortable and I have way too many (i.e. one) half-finished pairs of socks anyway. So that's that. I have to decide what I'll take to KNIT NIGHT ON WEDNESDAY WOOO if my mitten yarn doesn't come tomorrow, which it probably won't. I guess I'll just take my color-changing shawl that I'm STILL working on, or I guess I could cast on for that second sock. Whatever. I'll take the shawl because I don't have to pay too much attention to it, and because the lady who puts together the yarn will be there and she's really nice and so she should get to see that I'm making something great out of her yarn. I just have to be careful to take THIS shawl and NOT that other skein (rhymes with "vein") of yarn that I want to knit something out of. NO. BAD GEORGE. DON'T CAST ON FOR THINGS YOU DON'T HAVE TIME TO KNIT.

Right now I am listening to an album that I downloaded for the hell of it because I had heard one song from it and liked it a lot. It is called Elephant Eyelash and it is by a band called Why? who is described as "indie rock and alternative hip-hop," which I find to be an interesting description because I keep on having no idea who in their right mind would describe this as hip-hop. It's really gentle music, exactly the sort of thing that attracts me. I had forgotten I had it until I was putting Randall's Love List in iTunes and it was the up-until-now most-recently-added album, so that's that. I like having a big iTunes library because that means there is a lot to choose from, but it also means that I have to try to keep up with which things I have and which things I like. It is a problem for me sometimes.

Anyway... I am going to fuck up George Liscinsky and Sean Moss, both of whom have gotten it into their heads to poke me on Facebook. (Actually, it occurs to me that maybe it's not good to link to the Facebook of people on the General Internet? I hope Sean does not get raped because of my link. But AS OF RIGHT NOW, nobody who is a rapist AS OF RIGHT NOW reads my blog, so he should be fine. He might come here to George Mason! Wouldn't that be exciting.) Those dicks.

The last test I talked about on here was my Physics test. That happened last Friday, and it went okay. I'm glad I studied the way I did, because it was a lot more helpful for me than previous methods of studying for that class have been. Basically, instead of frantically doing problems until I burst into tears because I JUST CAN'T DO IT, I found where he had posted the formula sheet for this test, and I studied that. Not like I tried to memorize all the formulas that he was going to GIVE US, that's stupid. But I tried to memorize which formulas went with what. After all, if my main problem is that when I look at a problem, I frequently have just no idea what sort of equation I'm supposed to be looking for. So if he gives us all the formulas we're going to need on the test, then all I need to do is be able to remember a little bit of theory and then find the equation for what I'm trying to do. Like, this equation is for the magnetic field inside a solenoid (which is basically a cylinder made of spirals of wire that current goes through), so when I get to the problem with the solenoid with N turns and length L and current I and blah blah, I know what equation I need to get the data to look like. I can use Ohm's law and I can blah blah you guys don't care about Physics. And, honestly? Neither do I. This kind of Physics sucks. It's all electricity and circuits and crap. It's not fun at all. We're all done with DC current and now we're on AC current, which means we have to go back to all the wave stuff that I didn't learn at the beginning of the semester. I got a 98% on that test, though, so I guess I did something right.

Anyway, now I have to wait until next fucking week to get my stupid test back, even though I wanted it really really hard today. I want to know how I did. I'm guessing a B, maybe an 80% of the material? Then he might curve it, although I'm not sure it'll be as absurd as test 2, which was so fucking hard he had to curve it 10 points. I got a 61%, which became a 71%, and then he uses a super-lenient grading scale, so my 61% of the material was a (low) B (but a B nonetheless). So, yeah. I'm hoping for around 80% of the material, and for that to be a medium-high B.

Man, this album is cheerful and depressing and gentle. I like it a lot. There's a song that's basically like, "if I ever get the balls to kill myself, I don't want anyone to come to my funeral." So that's mildly upsetting. But there's a lot of the word "elephant" throughout the album, I WONDER WHY. (For those who hate scrolling and rereading, the CD is called Elephant Eyelash.)

Oh, right, I was going to talk about the test I took today. Today's test was depressing not because I think I did poorly, but because I know I did well. I honestly think this was the last easy, fun test I will ever take. But oh MAN was it fun! I always talk about how this class is stupid review that's a fucking waste of my time, and it is, but it's worth it for tests like this. Of which there have been, and only will be, two. So now it's back to wasting my time.

But, yeah, the test was really fun. I don't know if any of you guys have ever thought of tests as "fun," but what I mean by that is that it was all full of basic math--remembering that Force Equals Mass Times Acceleration, and Momentum Equals Mass Times Velocity, and Work Equals Force Dot (or, for people like EVERYONE IN MY CLASS who don't know anything about vectors, Times) Distance. And I think that was all? We also had to know things like There Are 100 Centimeters In A Meter, but we did NOT need to know There are 2.54 Centimeters In An Inch, which was given. And so I got to use scratch paper and do everything out properly. Oh, it was so fun. I love that pencil-on-paper math feeling, I love writing things down even though I'm just going to plug them into Mr Graphs anyway and I don't really need to... I love 0.7mm mechanical pencils; 0.5mm just doesn't cut it--breaks too easily.

So, yeah. That's that. I think I'm done blogging.

SO THERE BITCHES

George uses PRESSURE. It's super-effective! Kristina shares BLOG.

Kristina's blog is lots of great anecdotes about her life! We should make her have STORY TIME more often. Also her typos are the cutest, for reals. She'll be in For Easy Clickin' soon enough, and in the meantime you all know how to use regular text links. WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME WHY AM I TALKING.

IN OTHER NEWS I FUCKING HATE PHYSICS.

Don't worry, this should be the last time for a little while that you hear about Physics. My next lab report is due AFTER Thanksgiving, and it's a group lab of which I have the easy part; my test is tomorrow morning, and I think I might manage to do okay on it, provided I do a pretty good job of memorizing which equations do what. Easier said than done, you guys. EASIER SAID THAN DONE.

Anyway, so, yeah. That's blogs for today.

ISN'T IT A LOT OF FUN TO DO STUDYING INSTEAD OF HOMEWORK?

ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU REALLY REALLY DON'T NEED TO DO ANY REVIEW BECAUSE THIS SHIT IS SUPER EASY.

I'm "taking notes" on "test review."