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Nov. 2nd, 2007 12:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phthalombrageThings I smelled last night:
That's right, some guy lit up in the middle of the dance.
I love and hate dances. I kind of wanted to dance indefinitely, but be invisible. I can't really say that much else about it for reasons beyond my control, except
Why do gay men make me smile?
I felt kind of like a creeper in the hallway. I study people. I still don't understand most of them.
I still can't believe Rigel smelled my shoe after I told her it was bad. I have enough socks that I should wear them every time I use closed-toe shoes, but socks and I aren't the best of friends. (I wore socks last night, but I had worn the offending shoes sockless before.)
I forgot to call my grandmother. Maybe I will this weekend. I'm a horrible mess.
I should clean my room and shower.
I have a shit ton of calc homework to do.
My new lab group is sophomores. Asians. CS and ChemE majors. Interested in CTFWS and XKCD. I know the girl from the internet (and secretly wanted to meet her; she wanted to do puzzle hunt but didn't find out in time; she didn't recognize me, but we had never spoken), and I suspect one of the guys was a little nicer to me than he should have been, but I'm terrible at picking up on that type of thing, and it wasn't creepy, so I'm going to assume that he's just a friendly person. (He has a nose for chemicals, which is mildly amusing.) That's it. Like the !Eunuch. (I like the outline of his teeth. There are little spaces between them, and they are kind of rounded.) (I told him and Ray the story of the creepy CS kid and Ray just about fell over laughing when I got to "What's your name?") I'm probably being a bit too edgy, but I've realized that things will probably work themselves out once people get to know what I'm like. (I should probably alter my Tuesday routine; it's starting to get to me.) Anyway, everyone was bizarre Cinderella and cut their fingers on the grinding wheels. It would have been nice if Dr. Heard had told us while we were pouring the epoxy that the layer of plastic would be the only thing shielding our precious digits from a rapidly rotating disc covered in sandpaper that threatened to tear them to shreds. Also that the sharp edges of the epoxy would cut us additionally. The girl in my lab group has beautiful hands. Ectomorphic, with oval curving nails. They got pruny easily, and her cut was bleeding for the greater portion of class. Apparently T6 is very intense about labs, and Rosie is a total spaz. I keep my tabs. But lab was nice, and even though the report isn't due until after the next microscopy lab, I should do it.
Not doing labs with my prior partners paid off. Labs 1 and 2, with partners were 70% and 76%. The lab I did when my last remaining partner ditched me: 97.5%. I want to continue this trend. And I just realized that not once today was I patronized or belittled and I didn't feel horribly depressed! I love that in lab partners. Although I kind of grin when I think of the awkward dissections I did in freshman biology... the dissecting pins piercing the eyes of a crayfish as I bit my tongue and tried to slice up whatever parts of the animal we were SUPPOSED to be examining...
I probably ate some of that Al03 solution; hopefully it's not too toxic. And I kind of like to play with the slices in my thumb that the solution probably went into. I like labs: the sketchy industrial room, the lab coats hanging on numbered hangers on a rack, so white, so sterile, so pure but you know there's probably residue you don't want to think about on half the stuff in there. I like that Isaac Newton tasted mercury samples in the lab as part of his observations. Tiny beads of quicksilver rolling around on his tongue, being swallowed, traveling through his bloodstream to wreak havoc on his organs... in the name of SCIENCE. Amen. (God is watching the apples, so drink all the Hg you want.)
Liz took me to see Mark Stehlik. I was so afraid to go in, but I wasn't nervous when I was talking to him. Apparently he's really cool. He must be. He had stacks and stacks of books... I didn't even see what because I was busy trying to look at him like people do when they talk and scoping out the buildings through the window. Most of my glances went out the window, following the contours of the walls. I think of Bruce when I see intricate brickwork, and I wonder WHY all those doorways and windows were bricked in or drywalled over... What did the school look like before? I'd be lost, lost... I can't even orient myself on a grainy gif from the nineties. But the towers of books! A roomful of piles of pages between covers... why? I really should have looked at the titles or seen if I could detect their scent in the air. But I should come back and see him after I do 211. I might do it over the summer if I can get financial aid then. I doubt they'll still be there... bookpiles may be fun to play hide and seek with, but they're not exactly conducive to a healthy and productive workspace. He was probably just holding them for some drive...
The papier-mâché animals in the hallway were delightful.
And I think I'm taking CivE semester next. Because.
Also in the cluster, I realized that there was a new blog entry. With pictures. Of them. And llamas. It was wonderful. I should write them sometime...
Every time I get an email from my dad, I want to read it to Lovisa.
Strange is not a bad adjective. I can't give people false impressions. Or ones that are excessively true...
I rode the bus alone and didn't get lost.
Erin's dance is almost done. I'm not really feeling it yet.
Tonight Karl taught iFs class. It was fun.
you might make a dollar
there might be some good ones
AND I saw Steven afterward. We saw Steven at the dance. Mallory was busy whispering secrets to Rigel, so he went away.
I need to pick up a package
buy white gloves
do that calc homework.
All but the last tomorrow.
The last, now!
- armpit
- foot
- ass
- weed
That's right, some guy lit up in the middle of the dance.
I love and hate dances. I kind of wanted to dance indefinitely, but be invisible. I can't really say that much else about it for reasons beyond my control, except
Why do gay men make me smile?
I felt kind of like a creeper in the hallway. I study people. I still don't understand most of them.
I still can't believe Rigel smelled my shoe after I told her it was bad. I have enough socks that I should wear them every time I use closed-toe shoes, but socks and I aren't the best of friends. (I wore socks last night, but I had worn the offending shoes sockless before.)
I forgot to call my grandmother. Maybe I will this weekend. I'm a horrible mess.
I should clean my room and shower.
I have a shit ton of calc homework to do.
My new lab group is sophomores. Asians. CS and ChemE majors. Interested in CTFWS and XKCD. I know the girl from the internet (and secretly wanted to meet her; she wanted to do puzzle hunt but didn't find out in time; she didn't recognize me, but we had never spoken), and I suspect one of the guys was a little nicer to me than he should have been, but I'm terrible at picking up on that type of thing, and it wasn't creepy, so I'm going to assume that he's just a friendly person. (He has a nose for chemicals, which is mildly amusing.) That's it. Like the !Eunuch. (I like the outline of his teeth. There are little spaces between them, and they are kind of rounded.) (I told him and Ray the story of the creepy CS kid and Ray just about fell over laughing when I got to "What's your name?") I'm probably being a bit too edgy, but I've realized that things will probably work themselves out once people get to know what I'm like. (I should probably alter my Tuesday routine; it's starting to get to me.) Anyway, everyone was bizarre Cinderella and cut their fingers on the grinding wheels. It would have been nice if Dr. Heard had told us while we were pouring the epoxy that the layer of plastic would be the only thing shielding our precious digits from a rapidly rotating disc covered in sandpaper that threatened to tear them to shreds. Also that the sharp edges of the epoxy would cut us additionally. The girl in my lab group has beautiful hands. Ectomorphic, with oval curving nails. They got pruny easily, and her cut was bleeding for the greater portion of class. Apparently T6 is very intense about labs, and Rosie is a total spaz. I keep my tabs. But lab was nice, and even though the report isn't due until after the next microscopy lab, I should do it.
Not doing labs with my prior partners paid off. Labs 1 and 2, with partners were 70% and 76%. The lab I did when my last remaining partner ditched me: 97.5%. I want to continue this trend. And I just realized that not once today was I patronized or belittled and I didn't feel horribly depressed! I love that in lab partners. Although I kind of grin when I think of the awkward dissections I did in freshman biology... the dissecting pins piercing the eyes of a crayfish as I bit my tongue and tried to slice up whatever parts of the animal we were SUPPOSED to be examining...
I probably ate some of that Al03 solution; hopefully it's not too toxic. And I kind of like to play with the slices in my thumb that the solution probably went into. I like labs: the sketchy industrial room, the lab coats hanging on numbered hangers on a rack, so white, so sterile, so pure but you know there's probably residue you don't want to think about on half the stuff in there. I like that Isaac Newton tasted mercury samples in the lab as part of his observations. Tiny beads of quicksilver rolling around on his tongue, being swallowed, traveling through his bloodstream to wreak havoc on his organs... in the name of SCIENCE. Amen. (God is watching the apples, so drink all the Hg you want.)
Liz took me to see Mark Stehlik. I was so afraid to go in, but I wasn't nervous when I was talking to him. Apparently he's really cool. He must be. He had stacks and stacks of books... I didn't even see what because I was busy trying to look at him like people do when they talk and scoping out the buildings through the window. Most of my glances went out the window, following the contours of the walls. I think of Bruce when I see intricate brickwork, and I wonder WHY all those doorways and windows were bricked in or drywalled over... What did the school look like before? I'd be lost, lost... I can't even orient myself on a grainy gif from the nineties. But the towers of books! A roomful of piles of pages between covers... why? I really should have looked at the titles or seen if I could detect their scent in the air. But I should come back and see him after I do 211. I might do it over the summer if I can get financial aid then. I doubt they'll still be there... bookpiles may be fun to play hide and seek with, but they're not exactly conducive to a healthy and productive workspace. He was probably just holding them for some drive...
The papier-mâché animals in the hallway were delightful.
And I think I'm taking CivE semester next. Because.
Also in the cluster, I realized that there was a new blog entry. With pictures. Of them. And llamas. It was wonderful. I should write them sometime...
Every time I get an email from my dad, I want to read it to Lovisa.
Strange is not a bad adjective. I can't give people false impressions. Or ones that are excessively true...
I rode the bus alone and didn't get lost.
Erin's dance is almost done. I'm not really feeling it yet.
Tonight Karl taught iFs class. It was fun.
you might make a dollar
there might be some good ones
AND I saw Steven afterward. We saw Steven at the dance. Mallory was busy whispering secrets to Rigel, so he went away.
I need to pick up a package
buy white gloves
do that calc homework.
All but the last tomorrow.
The last, now!
