Me last week: Recursion doesn’t make any sense. I’ll just do the really big program and hope that someone can help me with 2 recursion programs.
Me tonight: I am only capable of finishing the recursion programs. This really big program is getting submitted with all the code there that I could think of. It just won’t compile, so I’ll lose points there. Oh, well.
Finally it’s the appropriate season in which to tell people about King Island Christmas. The rest of the year I get “The Song of the Oomiak” stuck in my head and it’s weird.
My ipod was returned to me. I’m clearly not a Hufflepuff as I couldn’t even locate it in the lost and found where someone else found it. Just a random nice person being nice. That absolutely made my day.
I’m alive, just so you know.
Orientation for volunteering at the hospital happened today. Super excited for my first shift on Monday!
And Lemony Snicket’s new book When Did You Last See Her came out! I have 2 midterms on Friday and plenty of homework to do, so I’ve been cycling between studying for a bit and reading a bit of Snicket. It’s been good, even if I’ve been reading less Snicket than I’d like tonight. Studying is more important.
I had a long Tuesday. When I was finally ready to boil the water in the kettle on the electric stove like I’ve been doing since I moved here, I did so. And then I went to my computer where I was downloading notes and chatting. In the process of beginning to get things done, I let the water boil for too long and came rushing out to find my kettle looking dirtier than usual. I turned off the stove first, of course. Then I tried to pick it up by the wooden handle and the stove was coming with it. So I tried to pick up the lid with a towel. Burned it in a few places enough to cause holes to instantly develop. Got the lid off though. The bottom of the kettle was red hot even as the stove was cooling. Not good. Definitely not good. My final attempts of removing the kettle consisted of coming out every couple minutes, holding the kettle by the wooden handle and using a ceramic spoon to try to coax the kettle and stove apart. Believe it or not, I managed to separate the two after they’d cooled off a bit. I so wish I could show you pictures, but they’re on my phone and the cord is not here to transfer them (don’t try to help me).
Try to imagine the aftermath: a bright yellow towel with brown patches and 2 holes, an dirty off-white metal kettle with a pink and blue flower on it and burned wooden handle, its dirty lid on the other side of the stove, and the black rings of the electric stove with white paint stuck in some places to it. There’s also a note for my flatmate who was falling asleep at the time. I didn’t have the heart to wake her up as I was freaking out, so she has the distinct pleasure of reading my panicked pink note.
And I didn’t even get tea out of this.
Success! Though that appendicitis was clearly mocking this goal.
2. Read at least 10 books but really imagine finishing 30.
I got to 28 for the whole year. Just finished 29 and currently reading 3 (they’re in various forms because it’s convenient for me to read like that right now). I’ll definitely get to 30 this year. Look how far I got though! I’m happy.
3. Improve presentation skills.
I’d say they improved.
4. Maintain the hair.
I can only guess I meant the fun colors. How did I fail such a simple task? Oh, right. Volunteering at a hospital soon. My hair is healthy though. I rocked that. And really, my hair looks fine. I got it cut this weekend, so I have bangs. They look nicer with my new glasses than expected.
5. Participate in the hair research.
That never worked out. I sent my e-mails dutifully though.
6. Move to university town and also move as in exercise.
Done and done. I did exercise (go find my post about hiking) a tiny bit. That counts.
7. Watch Game of Thrones and Archer.
Archer, yes. Game of Thrones, no. I watched Hannibal and House of Cards though.
Despite a random spell of insomnia, I did get sleep.
Despite what some may think, I did eat enough.
10. Do extra activities, whether they be tutoring, workshops, or whatever. Maybe even read the rest of the Spanish textbook.
I’m just going to say yes. I did extra activities. Plenty of them.
This quarter’s goals
1. Limit average caffeine consumption to 3 times a week.
2. Get at least 7 hours of sleep when possible.
3. Read 2 books for fun.
4. Get straight A’s. (Oh, what a goal this is. I’m taking stats and programming in C when I’ve never even programmed before as well as a human physiology class. University grading systems seem scary. T_T)
5. Join a club. I have the HP Alliance and an neurobiology club in mind.
6. Continue volunteering at the observatory.
7. Cut down on cursing and add more fun vocabulary.
8. Visit family and boyfriend twice a month. Maintain some semblance of contact.
9. Reduce obsession over looks, maintain style. Sweatpants aren’t happening, but I think I can stop updating everyone on my hair’s status. Just my flatmate. P:
10. The campus is huge, so walking a lot is a given.
That’s plenty. Classes started last Thursday and I have a bunch of studying to do. Not much homework yet, but I’m sure that will change soon. Stay tuned to see if I ever post pictures of the Yolobus. I swear there are tons of them around here.
Two more books and I’ll have hit 30 for the year. I just started Speaker for the Dead. I might start Catcher in the Rye as well so that I can knit and read at the same time. Classes start Thursday, so I’ll definitely be able to fulfill my goal.
1. I’m sleepy.
2. I’m home for the weekend and not sleeping in my bed because it’s at my apartment. Weird.
3. I’m dyeing my hair brown tomorrow. Maybe I’ll take a video of my hair before with the camera I left at home… I’m seeing a problem here.
This day had to come. I do have pink, violet, and a bit of green left. It’s just not happening. The sooner I embrace the brown hair, the sooner I’ll get talking about how sad it is out of my system. Plus, I bought a royal blue romper with pineapples on it. I daresay I rocked it today.
I must add that I do have a tiny obsession with pineapples.Storytime. You see, my friend/flatmate, another friend and I were driving to orientation. We had all taken botany. My flatmate had gotten an A. My other friend and I each got B’s. So my flatmate sees this cornfield and says something like, “Hey fellow botany students, what’s that over there?” The other friend and I say, “Duh, it’s corn,” because it’s a field of corn. My flatmate replies in all seriousness, “Really? I thought those were pineapples!” She has been teased about it ever since. So I think about corn and pineapples a lot.
When someone compliments me on my colorful hair I now get a little bit sad. I’m going to have brown hair soon and I don’t know how to compensate for the expected change in daily interactions. I’ll figure something out. Or I won’t because I’ll be too busy with university life. We’ll see.