I lost Darwinopoly today in my class which was a bitch. I was a male and I didn't get married, but I had the same amount of sex (if not more) as everyone else, and I only ended up with one kid. Sigh. Apparently my sperm just weren't good swimmers.
I redeemed myself from my male slut behavior during the game, by spending the rest of my day engaged in thoroughly wholesome activities. It was quite refreshing. I left work early for once (given that I stayed at the office last night until 9:30 pm, I don't even feel the least bit guilty about it). Chloe and I went to our IMA class for the first time...don't worry we missed the first four classes. Its called Nia and you do it barefoot in one of the studios with dim lights. I initially thought it would be too new age-y for me, but it was wonderfully relaxing and altogether fun. It was like the kind of little-kid dancing that you do at home in your room. Well, let's be honest...that I do at home in my room. Perhaps not everyone lapses into being 6 year-olds from time to time.
Then we made dinner. Not frozen things or pasta. No, we actually cooked salmon and made garlic bread and vegetables. I will probably call my mother and tell her this tomorrow.
Then Chloe and I had a deep conversation about beauty, cultural norms, human psychology, etc., etc., and she ended up describing me as "not overbearing, just kind of a lot to handle," but then she stopped midway through and decided to say, "well, just a lot." I suppose that is true. I should run around with a disclaimer: Dances barefoot around house, likes to start arguments, high energy, a lot to handle. This is true. People don't realize that about me right away though. I think some of my ex-boyfriends only realized that after I dumped them. Whatever. Suckers. Its too bad that I don't like any of them. I seem like the kind of girl who would want to KIT and be life-long BFF's with exes, in all that yearbook message glory. I think I actually am that kind of girl, I just haven't had boyfriends who have been worth the effort.
I am so jaded. Not actually emo, though. There are lots of emo people in my life. I just care a lot about certain things and take things personally, and am slightly dramatic. Emo is a boy kind of depression and wallowing, exemplified in intentionally washed-out pictures with words typed on them in a galactically (yesss! Insert word of the week here!) emo font. Case in point: Travis' old facebook profile pic.
Oh, today was also good because I didn't eat any Skittles. I have been regularly OD-ing on them. I think the sour ones actually cut my mouth.
"Look up, speak nicely, and don't twiddle your fingers."
-Queen of Hearts, Alice in Wonderland
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Monday, January 29, 2007
Ranting Liberally
Libby trial started. Apparently the prosecutor is going for an either or, as in either Cheney or Rove. I'm pulling for a Cheney take-down. The guy is completely the Darth Vader of the GOP, and Rove is ridiculously evil as well, but I suspect not as dangerous. Like Travis says "Karl Rove is like a gun. He can be used for good or for evil, its just a matter of getting him on your side." True story. After all, I don't think he was galactically destructive in the least when he was working for Clinton. Cheney, on the other hand, probably could have convinced old Bill to expand his Lewinsky-banging into an intense intern sex ring. That and convinced him to fund genocide in Rwanda if it would get Halliburton more contracts.
Yes, I actually think the man is evil, not just minimally sinister. Side note, though: did you know that Halliburton was founded in 1919? I heard that today. Also, is it weird that Scooter Libby reminds me of G. Gordon Liddy? It's probably just the names, I suppose.
On a different topic, I think that maybe I swear too much. Not very ladylike, I know. Still, I don't know how much there is about me that is remotely ladylike. Hmmm. Sometimes I bake cookies for my roommates. Domestic, no? But non-gendered domesticity for sure...it would be laydlike OR gentlemanly. Just in case you thought I was slipping into sexist prose.
"Nobody will ever win the Battle of the Sexes. There's just too much fraternizing with the enemy. "
-Henry Kissinger
Yes, I actually think the man is evil, not just minimally sinister. Side note, though: did you know that Halliburton was founded in 1919? I heard that today. Also, is it weird that Scooter Libby reminds me of G. Gordon Liddy? It's probably just the names, I suppose.
On a different topic, I think that maybe I swear too much. Not very ladylike, I know. Still, I don't know how much there is about me that is remotely ladylike. Hmmm. Sometimes I bake cookies for my roommates. Domestic, no? But non-gendered domesticity for sure...it would be laydlike OR gentlemanly. Just in case you thought I was slipping into sexist prose.
"Nobody will ever win the Battle of the Sexes. There's just too much fraternizing with the enemy. "
-Henry Kissinger
Galactically=Word of the Week
Wow. I just briefly thought about what I've been wanting recently and suddenly it didn't seem so appealing anymore. Is it that time again already....and no, silly, I don't mean that time of the month, I mean that time when I go and draaaaastically change my mind. I swear to God, I am the most fickle person I know.
But, it might just be because it's late--not that late since I normally go to bed at 3 and to sleep at 4, but late considering I've been studying for TEN HOURS STRAIGHT. Applaud, please. I cannot remember studying for so long, except for during pre-cal, which was oddly horrendous. Galactically horrendous, you could say.
A mixed strategy Nash Equilibrium can be found by calculating the expected value of pay offs from each of the row player's available strategies...danwei refers to state owned enterprise work group units which...and setting them equal. Existing pure strategy Nash Equilibriums can still exist and should.....had significant inequalities between them which we can...be expressed as values of r and c just like the....refer to as intra-urban inequalities....mixed strategy solutions.
I am going bananas. The lovely bit above is what both my blue books will probably contain tomorrow. Oh wait, I'm lying. They will be green books....and I still have to buy them. Shit.
"I am crazy."
-Chloe, to a horrified random girl while charging through our party-packed kitchen holding knives out in front of her.
But, it might just be because it's late--not that late since I normally go to bed at 3 and to sleep at 4, but late considering I've been studying for TEN HOURS STRAIGHT. Applaud, please. I cannot remember studying for so long, except for during pre-cal, which was oddly horrendous. Galactically horrendous, you could say.
A mixed strategy Nash Equilibrium can be found by calculating the expected value of pay offs from each of the row player's available strategies...danwei refers to state owned enterprise work group units which...and setting them equal. Existing pure strategy Nash Equilibriums can still exist and should.....had significant inequalities between them which we can...be expressed as values of r and c just like the....refer to as intra-urban inequalities....mixed strategy solutions.
I am going bananas. The lovely bit above is what both my blue books will probably contain tomorrow. Oh wait, I'm lying. They will be green books....and I still have to buy them. Shit.
"I am crazy."
-Chloe, to a horrified random girl while charging through our party-packed kitchen holding knives out in front of her.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Real Change, anyone?
I hate pennies. I hope that this sentiment doesn't expose me as a depressingly pampered middle class individual who can't be bothered by small increments of wealth. I blame capitalism. And my economics classes. I really did hear in lecture once that the energy expended by reaching down to pick up a penny is worth more than the penny itself, and thus makes the act of picking up stray pennies a loss (if you don't consider the whole luck bit).
Still, I don't actually do that calculation in my head everytime I see a penny. I just hate them because they are bothersome. And when I clean my room and find them, I throw them away, which makes Kristin and Whitney yell at me for my thoughtlessness. So now I have started giving my room-cleaning pennies to them. But I still refuse to pick up pennies when not cleaning....unless I feel the need for luck at the moment.
But, look at this article that Kay sent to me: http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20070122/us_nm/usa_pennies_shortage_dc.
Apparently pennies are worth roughly 5 times their monetary value because of the copper shortage. In May you will be able to sell 1 pound (~154 pennies) for $4.16. Shazam. People are suggesting that the penny be "rebased" by the U.S. Mint so that it is worth the same as a nickel. This means that I have been LOSING NICKELS. Oh snap. Too bad that I actually don't value nickels that much either. What I should do is give my pennies to the Real Change people, but I actually think they would not be happy if I gave them 100 coins....or rather 20 pennies and tried to convince them that since pennies are now supposed to be equal to nickels, that they should accept it as full payment. They would think I was a bitch. I will just give them a regular dollar, and continue siphoning off my change to Chloe and Kay.
Random thought of the day: There are probably very few people who think that there is one right answer to the question "if I was a color, what color would I be?". I am one of those people. I have asked many of my friends this, and so far they have all answered the same color for me, which tells me that there is a correct reply. They all give good (and quite similar) justifications as well. Things like this make me very happy. I don't really actually like the idea of being mysterious at all.
"Some people are like pennies: two-faced and worthless."
Still, I don't actually do that calculation in my head everytime I see a penny. I just hate them because they are bothersome. And when I clean my room and find them, I throw them away, which makes Kristin and Whitney yell at me for my thoughtlessness. So now I have started giving my room-cleaning pennies to them. But I still refuse to pick up pennies when not cleaning....unless I feel the need for luck at the moment.
But, look at this article that Kay sent to me: http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20070122/us_nm/usa_pennies_shortage_dc.
Apparently pennies are worth roughly 5 times their monetary value because of the copper shortage. In May you will be able to sell 1 pound (~154 pennies) for $4.16. Shazam. People are suggesting that the penny be "rebased" by the U.S. Mint so that it is worth the same as a nickel. This means that I have been LOSING NICKELS. Oh snap. Too bad that I actually don't value nickels that much either. What I should do is give my pennies to the Real Change people, but I actually think they would not be happy if I gave them 100 coins....or rather 20 pennies and tried to convince them that since pennies are now supposed to be equal to nickels, that they should accept it as full payment. They would think I was a bitch. I will just give them a regular dollar, and continue siphoning off my change to Chloe and Kay.
Random thought of the day: There are probably very few people who think that there is one right answer to the question "if I was a color, what color would I be?". I am one of those people. I have asked many of my friends this, and so far they have all answered the same color for me, which tells me that there is a correct reply. They all give good (and quite similar) justifications as well. Things like this make me very happy. I don't really actually like the idea of being mysterious at all.
"Some people are like pennies: two-faced and worthless."
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Home Alone: Chloe, Phoebe and the midget
It's funny how things work out sometimes. I am now sitting in bed in a College Republicans t-shirt, which is thoroughly awkward. Just in case you jump to conclusions here, there was nothing at all skanky that went down that led me to be wearing this shirt. It's Max's...as in the roommate who everyone thinks could possibly be gay and is currently having sex with another roommate. This fact alone is aaaaawkard as hell, and I probably shouldn't share it with anyone, but 1) who is really paying attention to the joke that is my blog, and 2) I don't care at this point and I may not remember writing this tomorrow, at which point I can deny any responsibility.
I am basically just an awkward person. I was re-reading some of these entries just now, and I have concluded that I am entirely awkward in speech and content. It is an unfortunate but likely possibility. I really am better at the whole concept and practice of writing when it is for actual papers...I swear. Apparently I am also intidimidating. Someone told me this tonight and I think it is entirely amusing. I understand the people thinking I'm a ditz (at first at least), but I have never considered anyone thinking that I am intimidating. Fabulous.
Final 5 am thought: There are truly two types of people in the world. The people that use the mouse or the arrow to go back and correct typos when they make them, and the people that delete everything that they just wrote to get to the mistake and correct it and then have to re-type everything. I am most definitely a member of the latter camp.....or "team" you could say.
"There are two types of people in this world, good and bad. The good sleep better, but the bad seem to enjoy the waking hours much more."
-Woody Allen
I am basically just an awkward person. I was re-reading some of these entries just now, and I have concluded that I am entirely awkward in speech and content. It is an unfortunate but likely possibility. I really am better at the whole concept and practice of writing when it is for actual papers...I swear. Apparently I am also intidimidating. Someone told me this tonight and I think it is entirely amusing. I understand the people thinking I'm a ditz (at first at least), but I have never considered anyone thinking that I am intimidating. Fabulous.
Final 5 am thought: There are truly two types of people in the world. The people that use the mouse or the arrow to go back and correct typos when they make them, and the people that delete everything that they just wrote to get to the mistake and correct it and then have to re-type everything. I am most definitely a member of the latter camp.....or "team" you could say.
"There are two types of people in this world, good and bad. The good sleep better, but the bad seem to enjoy the waking hours much more."
-Woody Allen
Thursday, January 25, 2007
"Yo ho ho and a rocket propelled grenade."
That is apparently a quote from Jeannie's 50 page thesis. It is there to remind me that I have not started the bit where I actually write mine down on paper, and thus am probably screwed. Fuck.
Instead of lighting a much needed fire under my ass, this compels me to share with you something that I have been channelling a bit of time and effort into in lieu of my thesis: a compilation of the few people who I would marry on the spot if they proposed to me.
1) Jon Stewart: The man is a God. I would have the most hilarious children ever. And he's good looking, albeit a frat boy. Not ex-frat boy, though, because once a frat boy, always a frat boy. (Lol, Strom Thurmond!)
2) Zach Braff: Anyone who wrote, directed and starred in Garden State, all without appearing in any way a megalomaniac, can be a permanent part of my life for sure. Besides. That is one of the sweetest, most adorable and sincere movies ever.
3) Barack Obama: And I will be First Lady.
These are actually all I can think of for now. I'm not thaaat easy to please. I'm actually not exaggerating, though. I, like most UW girls, would be fine with any one out of those three. And nothing less. Ha! Plus, I would make bank, which is why this is a more worthwhile use of my time than writing my "How conservatives in Congress decided to start the War on Crime in order to criminalize the Civil Rights Movement and its beneficiaries" paper, which will fully earn me an H on my transcript and nothing more than that...except for a few sheets of feedback with which to pad the box I will be living in for the rest of my life.
Party tomorrow night. I suppose it will be fun. I'm really just excited at the opportunity to beat Jack and Stephen in another Girls Against Boys Flip Cup Championship. It is on. But I will be oh so devastated if Momo and I lose this time after last week's triumph. I'll have to make sure that she is ready. We both drink reeeaaally slow, but it all works out because neither Jack nor Stephen can flip for shit.
"Last night we had Carol Moseley Braun on the program. She's explaining to me why she should be the next president of the United States. I get home that night, check the Internet, and she dropped out of the race.... My guess is this whole presidential run was a ruse to get on this program. Gore did the same thing."
-Jon Stewart
Instead of lighting a much needed fire under my ass, this compels me to share with you something that I have been channelling a bit of time and effort into in lieu of my thesis: a compilation of the few people who I would marry on the spot if they proposed to me.
1) Jon Stewart: The man is a God. I would have the most hilarious children ever. And he's good looking, albeit a frat boy. Not ex-frat boy, though, because once a frat boy, always a frat boy. (Lol, Strom Thurmond!)
2) Zach Braff: Anyone who wrote, directed and starred in Garden State, all without appearing in any way a megalomaniac, can be a permanent part of my life for sure. Besides. That is one of the sweetest, most adorable and sincere movies ever.
3) Barack Obama: And I will be First Lady.
These are actually all I can think of for now. I'm not thaaat easy to please. I'm actually not exaggerating, though. I, like most UW girls, would be fine with any one out of those three. And nothing less. Ha! Plus, I would make bank, which is why this is a more worthwhile use of my time than writing my "How conservatives in Congress decided to start the War on Crime in order to criminalize the Civil Rights Movement and its beneficiaries" paper, which will fully earn me an H on my transcript and nothing more than that...except for a few sheets of feedback with which to pad the box I will be living in for the rest of my life.
Party tomorrow night. I suppose it will be fun. I'm really just excited at the opportunity to beat Jack and Stephen in another Girls Against Boys Flip Cup Championship. It is on. But I will be oh so devastated if Momo and I lose this time after last week's triumph. I'll have to make sure that she is ready. We both drink reeeaaally slow, but it all works out because neither Jack nor Stephen can flip for shit.
"Last night we had Carol Moseley Braun on the program. She's explaining to me why she should be the next president of the United States. I get home that night, check the Internet, and she dropped out of the race.... My guess is this whole presidential run was a ruse to get on this program. Gore did the same thing."
-Jon Stewart
Please Let America Be Tolerant
My house is falling apart. Everyone yells at eachother. Even the people that like eachother still. And other people plot to run other people out of the house by stacking boxes in front of their doors. I might be one of those people. Except for I know I would wake up dead in the morning. He has some intense rage. Lol, if he read this...but I'm not too worried, because he got bored halfway through the 3-paragraph heartfelt letter that I wrote him, so him bothering to come here and actually read this would be quite a stretch. I don't know why I even care anymore. I should ex-communicate him from my friends. I just don't like losing friends...ever, for any reason.
I'm exciiiiiited, because Stephen and my recruiting campaign is working out I think. It's not that I don't like the existing members, its just that I like Congress people better. No, I lie. That's mean. I like them the same.
I have no interesting thoughts left inside of me as a person. They've been sucked out through facebook. And I want a puppy, damn it. Olive always said that she would like to have a dog named Shortstop. I think her dad came up with that.
Maybe I will name a puppy Barack if I ever get a new dog. I'm sure Obama wouldn't mind. I think I will wear my Obama shirt tomorrow to remind myself to be cheerful. Did you know that his middle name is Hussein? Ha! Crazy man....
"My parents shared not only an improbable love, they shared an abiding faith in the possibilities of this nation. They would give me an African name, Barack, or blessed, believing that in a tolerant America your name is no barrier to success."
-Barack Obama
I'm exciiiiiited, because Stephen and my recruiting campaign is working out I think. It's not that I don't like the existing members, its just that I like Congress people better. No, I lie. That's mean. I like them the same.
I have no interesting thoughts left inside of me as a person. They've been sucked out through facebook. And I want a puppy, damn it. Olive always said that she would like to have a dog named Shortstop. I think her dad came up with that.
Maybe I will name a puppy Barack if I ever get a new dog. I'm sure Obama wouldn't mind. I think I will wear my Obama shirt tomorrow to remind myself to be cheerful. Did you know that his middle name is Hussein? Ha! Crazy man....
"My parents shared not only an improbable love, they shared an abiding faith in the possibilities of this nation. They would give me an African name, Barack, or blessed, believing that in a tolerant America your name is no barrier to success."
-Barack Obama
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