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Apr. 17th, 2008 11:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phthalombrageI walked at least eight miles today. At LEAST.
Some of it uphill at intense angles.
There are some Pitt female engineering majors who need a fourth roommate. They live in Shadyside in the little shopping district near Walnut. Heat and water are included in the rent, which is $350/mo. The only girl who was home was the one who was moving out, but it went really well. Her room is only accessible through the rooms of two of her roommates, the building is old and very creaky, and I didn't meet her roommates. However, some bedroom furniture would stay, I wouldn't have to worry about my move-in date, I could possibly stay throughout the school year, two of the girls have cars, Giant Eagle is close enough to walk anyway, the apartment is pretty big and nice, the girls are not around all the time... It seems better than the almost a half a mile farther away single mom, two cats and two kids house where I might have to stay for two weeks in the ten-year-old's room and generally feel awkward and the all the hell-ass way out on Forward apartment that would be vacated in August and leave me to hunt down my own roommates. I was kind of like take what I can get oh god. I'm worried about meeting the other girls, though. I'm afraid they'll not like me and I'll be on the street again walking up hills looking for places to sleep. (I was proud of how well I navigated; I normally suck at that.) I feel like I can't relax. I feel pretty independent, which is great until you realize that oh, shit, the world is cruel.
It really does.
CivE project: the guy with the car didn't show up. Didn't call back. Fuck. The other guy came late. Unprepared. We needed to leave campus by 3. He fucking told me at 2:50 he needed to eat after I had been calling him all morning. He hadn't downloaded the program we needed to use as a timer, so his 15 minute intervals were more like eleven. I didn't have my laptop since I left my room at like 9 something, but I had TOLD HIM ON THE PHONE TWICE to download it. And he decided he would do it "when we got there." To his dismay, random intersections DON'T have wireless access. He said this has happened to him before, and he covered for the people and let them do his group's final report. Which went abysmally. We faked twelve data sheets' worth of data, though, somehow. It will just take more work to make the sheets look valid. And you're telling me I have to do this again tomorrow? And possibly after that?
program: broken GUI. Adamchik wrote the GUI and it worked for other people. Skipped office hours because felt guilty about booth. Don't know if algorithm is correct. Couldn't look at it anymore, depressed. I actually put this in my code:
//my sanity is more important than the grade I get on this lab
Too bad I don't have much of that sanity left...
I don't want to think about it.
financial aid: My parents' tax preparer never sent me my taxes, only my parents'. And I didn't get the paper copy down to the Hub TODAY. So hopefully I get aid next year. And hopefully I get a C or above in 111
And oh god, so many other things.
I kind of wish maybe I would have gotten hit with one of those falling hammers, etc. at booth so I'd get a break.
I am looking forward to being able to not wear my glasses because I anticipate crying. Hopefully I can try it out tomorrow and not have it go wrong.
So it goes.
Some of it uphill at intense angles.
There are some Pitt female engineering majors who need a fourth roommate. They live in Shadyside in the little shopping district near Walnut. Heat and water are included in the rent, which is $350/mo. The only girl who was home was the one who was moving out, but it went really well. Her room is only accessible through the rooms of two of her roommates, the building is old and very creaky, and I didn't meet her roommates. However, some bedroom furniture would stay, I wouldn't have to worry about my move-in date, I could possibly stay throughout the school year, two of the girls have cars, Giant Eagle is close enough to walk anyway, the apartment is pretty big and nice, the girls are not around all the time... It seems better than the almost a half a mile farther away single mom, two cats and two kids house where I might have to stay for two weeks in the ten-year-old's room and generally feel awkward and the all the hell-ass way out on Forward apartment that would be vacated in August and leave me to hunt down my own roommates. I was kind of like take what I can get oh god. I'm worried about meeting the other girls, though. I'm afraid they'll not like me and I'll be on the street again walking up hills looking for places to sleep. (I was proud of how well I navigated; I normally suck at that.) I feel like I can't relax. I feel pretty independent, which is great until you realize that oh, shit, the world is cruel.
It really does.
CivE project: the guy with the car didn't show up. Didn't call back. Fuck. The other guy came late. Unprepared. We needed to leave campus by 3. He fucking told me at 2:50 he needed to eat after I had been calling him all morning. He hadn't downloaded the program we needed to use as a timer, so his 15 minute intervals were more like eleven. I didn't have my laptop since I left my room at like 9 something, but I had TOLD HIM ON THE PHONE TWICE to download it. And he decided he would do it "when we got there." To his dismay, random intersections DON'T have wireless access. He said this has happened to him before, and he covered for the people and let them do his group's final report. Which went abysmally. We faked twelve data sheets' worth of data, though, somehow. It will just take more work to make the sheets look valid. And you're telling me I have to do this again tomorrow? And possibly after that?
program: broken GUI. Adamchik wrote the GUI and it worked for other people. Skipped office hours because felt guilty about booth. Don't know if algorithm is correct. Couldn't look at it anymore, depressed. I actually put this in my code:
//my sanity is more important than the grade I get on this lab
Too bad I don't have much of that sanity left...
I don't want to think about it.
financial aid: My parents' tax preparer never sent me my taxes, only my parents'. And I didn't get the paper copy down to the Hub TODAY. So hopefully I get aid next year. And hopefully I get a C or above in 111
And oh god, so many other things.
I kind of wish maybe I would have gotten hit with one of those falling hammers, etc. at booth so I'd get a break.
I am looking forward to being able to not wear my glasses because I anticipate crying. Hopefully I can try it out tomorrow and not have it go wrong.
So it goes.
