So, last night I tried to break into some woman's car. She has the same car as my sister and she was in the exact same place my sister said she'd be. Good thing her doors were locked! I scared her half to death though, and I still feel amused/guilty about it. To be fair (to me) I had one hour of sleep the night before as I was working on a physics lab, and I was pretty much falling asleep while walking anyway. Excel + Mac => disaster + tears.

Oh, well!

I have a genetics midterm tomorrow and a complex midterm on Friday. This should be interesting...

So, today on the bus to school, there was a man in his sixties sitting in front of me. He had on those cheap, black headphones that used to come with Walkmen in the '90's, and he was listening to show tunes. See, I know this because the poor man must have been hard of hearing as he was blasting his rousing tunes for the entire bus to hear. Having in my own headphones, I could still hear his music. There was this woman, who I'm sure is very distinguished in her field--she was wearing a bluetooth earpiece, sitting across from the man and me, and she was just having a silent, little tantrum. She was huffing and tapping her foot, and I was giggling like mad because there was no way the man could hear her. Every once in a while one of the other bus-goers would glance at him and try to figure out if he was annoying them on purpose, and he just sat there with the most stoic expression on his face. Personally, if I have loud music around me, I get way into the music and do all manner of embarrassing things like bobbing my head and mouthing the lyrics. I applaud that man and his poor, poor hair cells.

On the busride back from school (I missed my normal bus, as usual), there was a group of loud men in the back. I'm sure they were very distinguished (blueteeth) and probably had a lot of stock shares (when that used to mean something). One of them got off at the stop before mine, and he attempted to go through the back door. Well, actually he stood there and waited for the door to open. The busdriver then told him to push on the door to open it, like it said on the door. The guy condescendingly said, 'Ok...,'and made his escape while throwing out a sarcastic 'thank you.' The bus driver replied, 'Have a nice day! Stay in school!' And when the doors had shut, she added, 'maybe then you could learn to read.'

So, I've decided to chop off all my hair. It's time for a change, and the thought of donating it really makes me happy. So, it'll go from down to my butt to up to my shoulders. Yeah, scary. It's kinda exciting though. The last time I did something so dramatic I liked it. I guess we'll see.


I can't wait to get the MCAT over with! Can't wait to apply to med school! Oooh!

Yep.

Buahaha. I'm an idiot. That image in that previous post is messed up. It should be a torus. I was about to call it 'toroidal surface' in my homework before I caught the error. I guess that's really appropriate for a chapter in multivariable functions. I just would more expect it in a topology class.

Omg, so my sister and I went to a little burger place not far from our apartment yesterday. We have lunches together about once a week. As we were walking down the street one of us said something hilarious, which, of course, implies hysterical laughter from dorks like us. That laughter developed into some light pushing and bursts of giggling, and, I fucking kid you not, a fucking cop car pulled over right next to us. Apparently we looked like we were fighting? The cops in the car just stared at us for a while while we laughed at them.

As if you need shades after 7pm. Please.

And just for kicks, ( a couple bands I've been playing recently and some vids ).

Wtf is the name of this thing?



Yes, it's a compact subset of R^3, but what's its name.

Damn you, Rudin, and your incredibly interesting and challenging homeworks!

Also, fuck you, Maple. You're insanely anti-intuitive.

So, I'm pretty sick. The kind that manifests itself in hallucinations and fever. That one about my somehow gathering the best crews from America's Best Dance Crew to fight the forces of evil was pretty neat! I'm feeling a bit better now, so I'm wandering around online.

I went to DC for a while over the break! That was neat! My cuz was nice enough to take me to school with her, and I learned how to give a physical pulmonary exam. Awesome.

I'm so excited to go back to school that it's even showing through the sick.

Squee!

DMC4DMC4DMC4DMC4!!!!!!

YAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY

So close to done! So close to done!

Firstly, what the fuck is wrong with this girl? Does she have terminal head-in-ass disease or something? I really don't understand why you would pursue a girl so young and with current romantic entanglements no less. I know she's not too bright, but fucking come on. This is ridiculous.

Anyway, I'm only slightly freaking out about my math midterm this Wednesday. I'll be more prepared than for any other midterm of my life, but I'm still freaking out. I just wish I had made better notes last quarter.

I think I'm just not as good with examples as the other students, but I'm far superior with actual proofs. Pretty double-edged, that sword.

Oh well, if I fuck this up, I'll still have the final. And homework. God, I hate the homework.

So, anyway. Funny story. There was this girl asking for donations for this student-run thing on campus that is working towards online textbooks, environmental cleanup, and other coolness. She asked my friend, a chemistry major, and me for donations. We gladly gave because we thought it a neat idea.

She was perky, though not that cute, really. She was really chatty though, and she prattled on about her view of things they wanted to fix on campus. Online textbooks were really important to her, especially for the big science books. She said to me, and I quote, "I just don't know why we have to buy the new edition every few years. I mean, it's not like math has changed in the last 200 years, right?"

I could hear my friend snicker behind me as I just stared at her blankly.

Then I just sort of walked away with my friend adorably in tow.

"Liberal arts?" I asked him after a little while.

"Liberal arts," he repeated.

I couldn't help but crack a smile.

I fucking love UCLA.

So, the party was alright. Had a couple celebrity sightings. You know...the ones who show up to all the quiet little gay events in LA. There was alcohol there, and that's really all that mattered to me since I knew all of two people there. Some of the girls were nice, but I think it's a requisite for being a dyke in LA to be pretty rude to people you don't know. That always gets annoying after a while.

The best part of the evening by far was when one of the girls looked at my chest in the low lighting and exclaimed, "Is that a tattoo?! Oh...no. That's just your boobs."

I've never quite had that kind of reaction before.

You know, eating reheated Panda Express is even more nauseating than it sounds. Life of a student, I guess.

So, this quarter is finally getting underway. I'm not bored! Yay! For some reason this second quarter of analysis is much more interesting than the first. It may be because I'm actually paying attention. I'm sure that helps. Also, having arguably the world's foremost expert in set theory as my set theory professor has gotten me giddy in anticipation. For now, we're merely reviewing Cantor's basic diagonal proofs and stressing the uncountability of the reals. We haven't yet attacked power sets, but I see them on the horizon. I can't wait to see that proof in action!

Anyway, getting my nerdiness in check, I'm going to a gay prom tomorrow night. This should be interesting. I've never been to anything like this before. It's even more amusing that a straight girl asked me to be her date. I guess it's a good excuse to dress up. I haven't done that since New Year's!