Bright End of Nowhere

1. I just came back from helping take a friend of mine on a bar crawl. The white ceiling is incredibly interesting right now. (Actually, I'm just sleepy. Although I still apologize for any typos and incoherency.)

2. I've somewhat made it my goal to apply to at least 4-5 different positions every (week)day this week. I met that goal, but damn does this suck a lot. Every place keeps wanting "2+ years experience", which, well, thanks for listing the job as "entry level". Dammit. It's really annoying, because I know, intellectually at least, that companies in the industries I'm looking at will be wanting to hire soon, since a lot of people are retiring (it's just that time in the cycle). But if they keep wanting "experienced" people, I'm screwed. I swear, if I don't find something I'm truly happy with in a year, I'm going to try to run back to academia, consequences be damned.

3. I have an idea/plot for 36_stratagems! It is utter crack. It is comedy. I don't think I actually care.

4. I'm playing with the idea of a (collaborative) food blog. Yeah, I need to get hired soon.

5. I'm considering teaching myself Python to stave off the boredom. Relatedly, the project I should use to teach myself Python should possibly not be a script to do half of sg1debrief on it's own.

6. Poing.

7. I could start writing homebrew tabletop systems again. And LARPs. I suppose that might be a worthwhile use of my time. In case you haven't noticed, I've survived approximately 1 week without some kind of pressing...thing...due in my near future. I don't actually know if I can survive 2. Apparently, I suck at vacations.

There is something sad and frightening about the fact that my thesis is currently 25 pages long and I haven't actually written a single word yet.

Now if only I could figure out if I can somehow use Bernoulli's equation to derive air velocity in a large open space over a very specific thing shaped vaguely like a wing, or if I have go wrestle with Euler's equations. Which would be a pain in the ass.

3 hours of sleep and then going to a full day of classes/work is getting harder and harder.

Maybe my not drinking approximately 7 pots of coffee a day is also increasing the difficulty level.

Well, this is lovely: the MechE undergraduate office can't find my thesis proposal. You know, the one I turned in back in mid-February.

*headdesk*

Dammit, I just want to graduate! Why is this So. Hard?

I really hate insomnia.

Dear Universe,

Can I please get more than 5 hours of sleep this week?

Dear Raw Carrots-

This means war.

Love and razor blades,
-the Management


Dear NyQuil, Benadryl, Harney & Sons Hot Cinnamon Spice tea, and Schweppes ginger ale-

You are currently about the best things ever.

Hugs,
-the Management

I have apparently started dreaming about Persona 4. I don't have a problem. Really. (I was also pretty clearly the Protagonist in the dream, which was very odd, since the Protagonist is male. I woke up slightly confused.)

I also dreamed that I was an escapee from a super-secret government (?) project of awesomeness. Or something. I had strange abilities that I didn't understand, and was trying to track down someone like me, but I didn't remember them and thought I was mostly normal. Then my boss (?) and I figured out I was an escaped project, and she tried to mind-read me and I gave information up willingly so she wouldn't think I was a threat and dispose of me. And some guy had helped me escape by making it look like I'd died by burning a body, or something, and boss-lady was slightly irritated at him.

I DON'T KNOW.

No, I have no bloody clue why I'm awake at 4:55am. Really, I don't. I've only had 2 cups of tea this entire day, and the last one was about 8 hours ago. So, uh, not really that.

Really, only I could possibly end up nightshifted by accident.

This, mind you, is in conjunction with my body realizing that classes are over and there's just a pesky final on Tuesday. Which means, OMGSLEEP because I can seriously stop running all out like I did for two straight weeks and most of the last 3 months.

This leads to hilarity like Friday night where I shoot out of bed at 5:30am and stand awkwardly in the dark utterly convinced that I have to do something for 2.009 RIGHT NOW until my brain catches up 30 seconds later to the realization that, no, that class is over with. At which point I promptly collapse back onto the bed and pass out until 1:30pm.

Hey, it happens.

So, there's one final, and that's chemistry. The trick here is to a)study my ass off so that I can do the material in my sleep (I know it, I'm just not confident enough), and b)try not to fall asleep while studying because my brain is dribbling out of my ears due to the dumbing-down of thermodynamics. Seriously, the simplified form of the First Law is throwing me because I know it's incomplete because 2.006 drilled that into my head. And 2.008 taught me Everything I Need To Know About Polymers.

I totally did this in the wrong order. I keep running into the "why do I need to know this?" problem with the utter minutia of the course. It's aimed at frosh, and while I respect that, it's seriously hard for me to care because I know I will forget the vast majority of material as soon as I'm done with the test simply because it doesn't really matter. Everything in the course that was important to my future career has already been taught in-depth and at the level necessary for a MechE. Everything else I literally do not need to care about. Not to mention the utterly stupid way in which some things are taught.

In some ways, it feels more like a high school chem class taught college-style at the crazy-level. It does not feel like an MIT class in some respects, with some of the utter bullshit things they have us do. And, I'm sorry, but I finished high school 5.5 years ago. And I've sat through brain-blisteringly harder classes than this one, with lecturers who would fucking murder you viciously if you screwed up, not a man who I now cannot stand because of his ego. I'm sorry. I'm not a frosh. I can see through the bull and it quite frankly pisses me off, because dammit, the freshman sort of need the bullshit because it's what they're used to, but the rest of the classes are NOT going to be like that, and it teaches them bad habits. Not to mention I get punished grade-wise for not developing those habits.

Whatever. Tuesday and then I'm done with it as long as I don't fuck up.

Note to self: don't fuck up.

Oh all-knowing flist:

Anyone have any "vidding for dummies" links for those just starting out? Or any recommendations for free video processing software or file format converters?

No, I'm not actually trying to learn how to vid. I'm trying to do video editing for a class presentation on Monday. Yeah, I hate my life too.

Sign #4927124 That I Fail At Being A Stereotypical Girl:

-My right sneaker is currently held together with duct tape.

It's not like I have time to go buy new shoes. Or pants (although I've lost enough weight from term-diet to fit into my BDUs again \o/). Although I might have to brave the mall this weekend for a longsleeve white dress shirt, as my only other options are a)linen or b)something with light blue stripes.

DO NOT WANT.