Why so sleepy?

So my schedule is essentially noon-classes. Every day... five days a week. Believe me; it's awesome. You should be insanely jealous.

For that reason, and because I'm a math major, I only ever sleep at 3AM. If that. So you can understand, having stayed up late drinking all the wine in the apartment, doing math HW, and listening to my "mood" playlist, why I'm so surprised to be awake at 9:20-ish in the morning.

I usually stumble out of bed at about 11:20AM and run to class. I might have a bagel today... and other such breakfast items. What a treat!

Unfortunately, I don't really know what to do with my time. In my head, homework is a 1AM activity. I might have to break my own rules here and... do it. *shiver* How scandalous.

I'll get over it.

Dr. Know-it-all, I presume?

I'm a sleuth. Halfway through my complex variables class, I realized who Rainman's new man is. He has been keeping the identity secret since he told me about him, and it only just clicked in my brain who he is.

On the one hand, I'm kind of thrown by it... on the other hand, I'm mostly just pleased with myself. Of course, the clues were always right in front of me.

Side note: I should probably pay attention more in class. *facepalm*

A comment on perfectionism

As this is a math lab assignment, I shall present the following.

Point efficiency_Student = ^{points assignment is worth}/_{time to complete}

So by simple analysis of my current situation versus the likely work habits of the other students in MA226 (Differential Equations), we get the following:

Point efficiency_Them = ^{twenty points}/_{two hours} = ten points per hour
Point efficiency_Me = ^{twenty points}/_{ten hours} = two points per hour

Conclusion: I am spending too much time on this lab.
Sub-conclusion: This is a direct attempt to throw myself into my work.

New Roach-hell

I'm sitting in my linear algebra class in the basement of the math-science building(s) on campus. Bored and sleepy, I'm staring around for something to look at. And guess what delectable little morsel I find?

Yes... a huge cockroach. The photo doesn't do this thing justice - you would think things like this would be fucking extinct. It was like the Godfather of roaches. Biggest little fucker I've ever seen.

I don't know how I feel about spending so much time in an environment that even cockroaches can't survive.

*shivers*

Fail

I think I legitimately just failed my first college exam. As in, less than 60%.

And I know the rest of the class did fantastically on it - there were kids leaving twenty minutes before the end of session. And there I was, fucked for time because I took too long on the first two questions and had to rush the last three.

*fuck*


Given how my life is going these days, I should petition the Humane Society to just take me out back and shoot me. It's better that way, and sometimes an old dog's gotta be put down.

Me first, please.

Irony, a definition

The most counter-intuitive part of my day... I am writing here on this blog because I don't want to be writing a paper.

Granted, this is a lot more fun as I can say whatever I want to people... but still. Why am I not writing that damn paper?



As a side note, I've decided that the second I finish all this shit for class and have a little free time, I have to get back into Photoshop. I've been using it for Ballroom to make the Montage! poster, and I miss it so. I found this today, which is now my background (get it on InterfaceLift):

On my way to class

Come on, people. A fedora? *tsk tsk*

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.