~Update~

Well, dual majoring fell through. I have 29/30 credits needed to apply for a dual major in studio art, and they only accept new students in the Fall. Yes. I know. I'm insane. And confused. Heck, somedays I don't even know why I'm in this major. I hate cars. I couldn't care less about them. I distinctly remember the exact moment I decided I would never want to do anything with cars. It was 8th grade, and we were studying pistons. Physics was okay up till then, but I looked that turtle man in the eye and knew I would never care. It was the dumbest thing ever. So why the heck am I in mechanical engineering? I have no clue. I did better on the math section than the english section of the SATs and I wanted a job. I liked physics with Roberts and understood it so I signed up. That's why. Now people are telling me that they're afraid of changing majors becuase they'll be so far behind. My neighbor made her advisor cry because she was so far behind. There's been one person in the past 17 years that got an engineering and a studio art degree. He took 21 hours a semester for four years and both his parents died. Great role model. What's he doing now? He's the head designer at Ford. Yes. Cars. It all leads back to cars. I'm never escaping it. I'm taking thermodynamics next semester. You know what that is? The study of fluids moving through pipes. Like the pipes of cars. I am screwed.

Coordinate systems are for the weak.

I will be a CodeWarrior yet.

• Pigborn of http://www.comics.com/comics/pibgorn/index.html is doing a sequence on midsummer Night Dream. As always, Brooke McEldowney has done a new twist to this old classic. I recommend checking it out. I've also been saving all of the strips, so if you want to see the first act, email me.

• I am coding Java like a daemon. I have less than 48 hours to finish a bunch of units or failure. Yes, the name of the program is CodeWarrior and I always want to draw a little sword and shield icon for it when it loads.
• Things that make me smile 1: At the UT health center, there's an 'other' option under gender on all the forms followed by a blank for an explanation.

Bah

Mad at the world, so I cleaned the closet. Still mad at the world, but the closet looks nice. Curses to you, Bernoulli, and your damn principle, I'm going to bed. The lab manual can just go and smite itself.

Ugg. Peter Griffing is still lodged in my throat where my tonsiles used to be. Peter what have you done to your twin? Now you both look fat. Unfortunatly, I might have to face the facts. I'm still sick with tonsillitius. It's been 10 days on those pills, and the only thing that's gone away has been the pain (I stopped throwing up and my kidneys don't hate me anymore), and that's until the last pill wears off. This wouldn't matter much in the scope of the weekend except that I probably won't be going home. Why? Well, it's like this. Dad's been in and out of the hospital twice now becuase of phamonia and they're scared his heart incission is going to get infected and as my overly dramatic mother likes to put it, "he'll die." So since streph happends to be highly contagous and he's already sick, if the doctor tomorrow says that I'm streph possitive still, I won't be going back to Lake Jackson. So if that's the case, I'm sorry everyone. Have a good Easter. I'll see everyone this summer.

Hehe. We did the sphere problem in physics class today. You know the one where if you put a marble or something really really small inside a hollow sphere and launch it into space, the gravitational field cancels out and there's no gravity inside? What? No? Well, go look it up, it's a good one. Basically it's the idea that if there's gravity everywhere, then there's gravity no where. Using this logic (which of couse, has been proven numourous times through simple experiments that are used to torture engineering freshman), makes you wonder that if God is everywhere, does that mean that he's nowhere? If He's nowhere, does he still exist? It's one of those questions that's fun to ask and just wait for a response.

Kaci Meche quote of the week: "Jack Johnson sounds best when you're sunning yourself a bathing suit and drinking strawberry daiquiris on a country porch." occurred when we were both doing homework at our computers at 2 am. Bodaciously random. Kaci, what have you been doing while I'm gone? I'm a little worried. She flashed a sly smile and I went back to work. For the rest of you, he sounds darn good just about anywhere sunny. Scratch that. He sounds good anywhere. And yes. Bodacious is a real word. I looked it up on google. It's from the forties. Mary Francise taught our French class that sophomore year. If you ask her, she probably won't remember.

Brokeback mountain was like waiting for the bus at the bus stop, and some jogger comes by and slaps you in the face. You're mad as hell but you don't go after them, because here comes the bus, and you just stand there, and watch the jogger run away. The farther he runs, the less mad you get, and by the time you board the bus, you realize it was kind of funny, because he just slapped you in the face. Maybe he just has a weird sense of humor, and you kind of chuckle to yourself. You can pick up a paper and read something,but you'll never forget the guy that slapped you in the face. It's a weird analogy, but I think anyone that's seen it would agree with me. There's no other way that movie would work. So Ang Lee is a genius by default.
Other than that I just felt like I really needed subtitles for that movie. I only understood about 5 lines, no thanks to Heath Ledger (mumbling troglodyte. *shakes fist*)
Heheh. This movie was only banned in Malaysia.

Sick.
Sick.
Sick.
Sick.
Sick.
Bed.
If you try to wake me up, will I pelt you with all 40 of my pills?
Yes.


My right tonsil looks like an obese white man. I've named it Peter Griffing. I think he's scaring the left one. Go back to Family Guy, Peter. You're driving me crazy with your belligerent badgering.

april fools!

hehehehe.... 40 Acres Fest. I got married, hunted by ninja-assassins, and lost badly to Scott at jousting. Curses! Scott can guard.... Scott-guard. Okay, I'm done.


I broke the internet port in my laptop, and it feels like someone is dancing all over the dorm with the wireless network, or I'm dealing with hormonal middle-schoolers. I'm connected. I'm disconnected, I feel connected. I hate connected. I love disconnected. etc. And any moment now I will open this bag of Oreos and discover why you shouldn’t buy food at the Dollar store.


So... PHOTOS!




Alba and her first pet, Willber.