You have been warned...: 09/01/2003

I have a knife. It looks like this.

*sigh*

I'm so happy.

Look. A new link or two. On the right side. With all the other links.

*thwack*

Silly peoples. I said the right side!

You know, I want something like this. I really, really do. I could sit in class and watch movies. So much lighter than a laptop, too.

Something's going to break around here. I don't know who or what yet; it may even be me, for all I know. But it's going to happen. Of that I have no doubt.

What happened over the summer? Did I change so much? Did everyone else change so much? Why is nearly everything all of a sudden confusing and strange?

I don't understand.

*proceeds to walk carefully through next month of life*

*major sigh of relief*

I just got back and checked my voicemail. Everything went great; they got done in only 4 hours. He'll be going home tomorrow, I think.

All's well.

My dad went in for surgery to replace his defibrillator this morning. The prep started at 6:30. I haven't heard anything yet.

It always takes a long time, though. They have to thread leads through arteries and fun stuff like that.

There come times when enough is enough. Especially from people who ought to know better.

I got really upset at a few of the guys from 2A tonight. Upset enough to call them down and give them a good talking to. And, like any good story, it all starts with Symphony.

My roommate and a friend of hers had just decided they were going to go yesterday. They didn't have dates or anything, they were just going to have a good time. However, they had made it fairly clear that they were going with the group from 2A and G1. The whole bunch went out to eat at the Olive Garden first, and then Heather and Laura decided they didn't want to spend the money to buy tickets at the door. So, they came back to campus and got a cell phone with the arrangement that they would be called when Symphony was done and the rest decided where they were going to go afterwards. They didn't get called until the others had got to Applebee's, sat down, and ordered. When they got there, none of the guys would give them a seat right away. Eventually seats were found for them, but then everyone else left before they had finished eating. So I get back, and Heather's back in the room ahead of me, and pretty upset. She's a rather talkative one, so the story came out pretty quick. The guys really had been quite rude.

I was upset. Nobody treats my roomie like that and gets away with it. I took a short walk around campus so I wouldn't kill anybody too quickly, and then stormed over to the Tyler lobby. I got somebody to run up and get the two most responsible guys on the floor who had been at the restaurant. Even if the freshmen didn't know better than to leave the two girls, these guys should have had the presence of mind and/or the thoughfulness to make sure everyone was done and ready to go. I was incredibly disappointed in them. I heard their side of the story, verified that they were just being rather stupid and oblivious, and told them to apologize to my roommate.

I'm frustrated. Most of the guys on my brother floor are like this. Not really mean, at least not most of them, just incredibly stupid and thoughtless at times. I mean, seriously, how much trouble is it to make sure that the whole party doesn't leave when two girls haven't finished eating? Yes, the girls rode separately, but that's still just not something you do. Not without at least checking to make sure they don't mind. The guys I told off were seniors. They should know better.

See, there is now proof that Justin Timberlake is a menace to society. I think it's time drastic measures were taken.

Okay. So it's only about 1am, I've finished the vast majority of my homework, I don't have class until 1:30pm tomorrow, and I'm bored. This can only mean one thing.

It's time for another installment of Notes Ardith Writes in Stupid Classes.
(This week's episode: Software Systems)

*assorted doodles of knives and sharp teeth around edge of page*

- Microsoft .NET has its own bytecode that each programming language compiles to. Like JAVA.

- Drat it all. This means it'll take 10 times as long to test anything I'm coding

- Windows forms are your friend. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile.

- You have the power to create & destroy windows efficiently! *evil laugh*

- No MFC. MFC bad.

- Delegates are such:
-- send delegate to such & such
-- delegates recieve bomb codes
-- delegates return bomb codes
-- Earth blows up, mission accomplished
-- Event is the bomb blowing up when key is pressed

- Ding! Ding! Ding! Time for another happy Software Systems class, children!
- .NET is ANSI compatible? That's disturbing!
- Disconnected data source -> cached data
-- Ha! See, distributed office programs are evil!
- Dude! How amazing! Microsoft prefers Microsoft programs!
- Dude! That so rocks!
- Dude! We should buy Microsoft stock!
- Dude! We so should!

Alright. That's enough torture for one night.

Having spent most of the weekend doing absolutely nothing, I am now going to put those last things off a little longer. I mean, who really wants to design a logic circuit for Digital when you can sit at your computer and start typing random things into a little box on the screen? Plus, some poor souls actually read them. I've never quite understood it, but it seems to be true. Either that or some sadistic wretch is faking IPs and comments. Ah, well. At least I provide amusement for one person in their painful journey through life.

I had a nice chat with my sister and my folks yesterday. All of you who go to LeTourneau and have to sit through chapel will be glad to know that Grace has 'interesting' chapel speakers as well. My sister was telling me about this one who recently spoke on the life of Peter. See, apparently, Peter was a rich fisherman. It is commonly known that he was a fisherman, but the fact that he was rich has been hidden from us, lo, these many years. You have now been enlightened. Furthermore, when Peter wept bitterly after disowning Christ the third time, it was because he was a bitter man. Keep in mind that until now, I had not been aware that weeping bitterly means one is bitter. I had assumed, in my poor ignorant way, that it meant something more along the lines weeping almost without hope, because Peter had realized what he had done. Anywho, Peter then got kicked out of the discipleship because Jesus later told someone to talk to 'the disciples and Peter'. Of course, he then had to get reinstated so he could go and be an apostle later and be a great leader of the church. I found all of this terribly interesting and informative. Apparently, the speaker had little or no proof for any of this, but was very confident in himself nonetheless. This all sounds so vaguely familiar...

I'm also hearing that my sister's college has succumbed to the siren song of the Chapel Card-readers. It sounds like it's exactly the same setup as we have, with exactly the same problems. The repeatability of experiments is a grand tradition in science. You'd think some of the administration types would pick up on it, but no, they all have to make the exact same mistakes as each other.

Which brings me to another topic of much annoyance. I would dearly love to know who had the grand idea of making the card-readers in chapel have a lovely little dinging noise whenever someone swipes in successfully. It's most distracting if you're actually trying to listen in chapel and people are still coming in late. It also doesn't make much sense. It would be far more efficient and easier on the ears if they would only ding when you swiped in unsuccessfully. You would be alerted that it didn't work, and could try again. You wouldn't have this constant 'beep-beep-beep' for the first 15 minutes of chapel. But then, they didn't ask my advice before implementing any of this. You'd think they would learn to, wouldn't you?

I did manage to do a few enjoyable things over the weekend. I learned to play Scum, and I watched O Brother, Where Art Thou? Which, by the way, is going on my list of Movies to Buy When I Have Money. The KKK scene alone is worth it.

I'm so confused. I don't think I've ever been this confused in my entire life. If this keeps up, I'm going to have to break down and do something about it. Maybe even, horror of horrors, sit down and talk to somebody about it.

And yes, that's absolutely all I'm going to say. You can all sit and wonder about analogies and hidden meanings for the next week, but I'm going to finish writing these lab reports.

It never rains, but it pours. Or in my case, the heavens open up and bucketsful begin falling on my head.

My dad's defibrillator went off again today. At least once, quite probably twice or more. We won't know for sure until he can get in, hopefully in the next couple of days, and get the data read off it. I just really didn't need this on top of everything else. I'm afraid I rather took it out on people at dinner tonight; I was more sarcastic than I've been for quite awhile. It's not so much the fact that things happen, it's that things happen and I can't do anything about it. And on top of it all, I have to put on a brave face; everyone else seems to be having a rough week too. No use my unloading my poor little troubles on everyone else. It's enough that I have to deal with them. More than enough, actually, but it'll be okay. It always is, isn't it?

So.

On a lighter note, there's definitely something in the drinking water this semester. I don't think I've ever seen people start pairing off so quickly. It's quite disturbing, really. Leaves one a little dizzy; you can never keep straight who's with whom. If I don't watch out, maybe even I'll fall into the trap.

This has been a rather interesting and unusual week. Today started off nasty, with my roommate finding out that four girls she knew from her highschool in Tatum died in a car accident. She's still in a weird and unusual mood, and will probably continue to be there for the next few days. I think she'll be okay, though.

The day managed to get better as the evening wore on, though. I ended up not doing homework, and instead spent an hour and a half playing ping-pong with Jordan. That was very enjoyable; I haven't gotten to play that much for months. Maybe years. And then we went and watched Monsters, Inc. in MSC-1 with a few other people from off of 2A. And now, having had a very full day, I am going to bed.

'Night.

Mmmm... nothing like the caffeine buzz from a frappuccino. Comes in handy when working on Electronics homework at 1am.

Today was pretty busy. I found out that people like to throw me in the pond, as I got dumped in again today. You'd think I'd learn to avoid floor activities. But, no, I'm a sucker for punishment. It was fun, though; I've been in slimier places than the pond, and showers are wonderful and marvelous creations. I must remember to go find my sandals tomorrow. At least I had the presence of mind to kick them off before I landed in the water.

Ugh. The bad thing about caffeine buzzes is that you definitely know when they wear off. I should try and be productive before I fall asleep in my chair.

You have been warned...

Saturday, September 27, 2003

Friday, September 26, 2003

Thursday, September 25, 2003

Tuesday, September 23, 2003

Monday, September 22, 2003

Sunday, September 21, 2003

Thursday, September 18, 2003

Wednesday, September 17, 2003

Monday, September 15, 2003

Wednesday, September 10, 2003

Sunday, September 07, 2003

Wednesday, September 03, 2003

About Me

Previous Posts

Archives