Shirking professors

So two of my professors today allowed us to leave within ten minutes of class. Granted, in one we got a midterm back and he was only going to take some questions on it anyway, and in the other, we have a midterm coming up. So neither class could have introduced anything new anyway...

... still, it was weird. I stayed for both until the end with a few other people, but it felt weird. The same feeling, in fact, that I get when I skip class, except this time it was the other way around.

You know what would have been better? An email saying that class was canceled and that we didn't have to come at all. But apparently that would have been too easy.





Quick edit: So Homo1 (my Linear Algebra professor) came by my desk to answer a question today. It was the first time he's addressed me directly from such a close range. I am happy to report that he gives off the same faggy vibe up close as he does from far away.

Confusion for a second because he had a ring on his left hand, so... married? But it wasn't a traditional gold band - it was a platinum thing that I think I saw in Out magazine once up on a time. Kind of like this:

The thing I do when I'm not writing is...

... is everything else.

There's a lot of writing that needs to be done between now and Thursday at 12:30. And I want to do a good job as that's what I've done thus far.

So, of course, I'm watching Sex and the City instead. *facepalm* I obviously have other things to be doing right about now.

Easy < Classes < Hard

I am at the point now where I'm not sure whether my classes are annoying or not, which is weird as pretty much everything bothers me. Today, I had a good time playing with my numbers in the same way that children push their food around their plates. Other days, however, I wonder what happens between age 18 and age 40. Somewhere in that time, mathematicians get boring and bothersome.

Quite the epidemic.


My professor for Linear Algebra wore his awkward shirt and awkward jeans again - a too-large emo band-shirt and ripped-up denim. He owns these and often wears them at the same time. Really, dude? Really? That looks wasn't even cool in the 80s.

On the bright side, I guess it's like a band aid because now I don't have to see either for the rest of the week. On the other hand, he wears these flamboyant Liberace shirts and über-gay jeans every other day, so it's all the same.

I swear, sometimes it's hard to look at the board without getting distracted. Seriously, if I think it's faggy... it's pretty bad.

Job?

Let's hope so! Seems like one of the school deans is looking for a graphic designer to do work for their office. The guy hiring was shown my work and said he would love to hire me, but didn't want to approach me because he thought I would be too busy and refuse.

First, I don't know how I feel about this whole diva-vibe I give off to people I don't yet know. To friends, sure... I'm a betch. But to strangers?... weird.

Second, that's an amazing job. I get to make money by staying in my apartment and working with Photoshop? I get to do this for cash? I couldn't say no to that, even if I am busier this semester than ever before.

Here's to hoping I still get the job! *knock on wood*

BarMUN roars

My apartment currently has at least ten kids all getting ready for our collegiate Model United Nations conference. They are busy making last minute preparations, printing necessary things, etc. I don't think any of them will be sleeping tonight.

It's kind of cool, this exciting and frantic atmosphere. It's not stressful (though that's probably as it's not my job); it's exhilarating.

Who'd have thought that kids could get so fired up about something as inconsequential as Model UN.

God, I love MUN.

*nerd hat*

Priscilla, Dancing Queen of the Dessert

A friend told me to watch Priscilla, Queen of the Damned the other day. I want to start looking around for it; I'm not sure how common it is.

I'm not optimistic - yesterday, the Boy and I went looking for To Wong Foo, which is a godly drag queen movie. It's a shame I couldn't find it... we looked all over Boston (read as: "in at least two stores").

If I find it and watch it, I'm sure I'll end up writing about it. If I don't, however, send me hate mail to remind me. I am a forgetful boy.

Bad blogger!

Bad blogger - noun - a person who starts a website, finds all this nice stuff for it (domains, images, etc.), and then neglects it like an unwanted child.

See: Me



Apologies on that. I've been trying to figure out just what I want to use this site for, and I think I have changed my original plan to a simple account of my life. It's going to be hard to balance documentation of my exploits with the escapades themselves, but G-d damn, I'm going to try!

Note: If I die sometime again soon, it's probably because I stepped in a puddle in Allston tonight after I got back from dinner with Ryan. I'm 99% sure I got hepatitis from it... which is great because we spend all this time and money protecting ourselves everywhere else. Who knew there were puddles of it just waiting to be stepped in?

Liquid-AIDS - fun!



So yes, if I disappear, it's because I'm dead. Otherwise, I will be around again to entertain you with thoughts of a nerdy math majors life.

1776 ways... not to spend your evening

NO! -- At one point in your life, you will have the opportunity to see the film, 1776, a movie musical about the writing of the Declaration of Independence. Pass it by.

It's Schoolhouse Rock's version... without the cartoons, fun, or information. The film/musical is actually quite enjoyable, but it is simply too long and too distracted.

My suggestion... try 1776, the BOOK, which is much better. In fact, it's awesome. Avoid the film like the plague.