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HELLO, GOODBYE [Mar. 24th, 2008|06:41 pm]
Hello friends! I'm participating in a livejournal/internet strike - not because I'm being in any way proactive against SUP, but because I really cannot afford to waste any more time this semester. It's so soon after I met [info]kohl_eyed (and she thought that I had like time management skills or something!) too, but I will still see you in class...

Resolutions as follow:

1) I will not update my journal, check my flist, or write any birthday fic. I know, I know, but after I missed the last two? I'll make it up to you over the summer!!! *tearful gesture*

1) I will not check my facebook wall, reply to facebook messages, or accept friend requests. I know it only takes a second, but a second turns to five minutes turns to an hour. No.

1) I will not read any fanfiction, on FFN or otherwise. I will not read fanfiction stored on my hard drive. It still counts even if I've read it before!

1) I will not marathon wikipedia articles just because I'm curious (unless they are directly related to my coursework).

1) I will not post in [info]mementomorirpg. I know, and I'm sorry to do this to you guys, but a two-month delay between posts isn't unheard of anyway! I may update in Renaissance because it's newish and other people's posts are pretty regular. But unless I'm seriously holding up the RP, don't count on it.

2) I will continue to write, if I am a good girl in terms of schoolwork.

2) I will continue to check my email, so urgent business can go straight to my inbox. I will still field phone calls as usual, but I urge you to hang up first because you know I can't.

3) I will be back in two months exactly.

4) I will love you all forever. ;_;
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Why do I make entries like this? [Mar. 13th, 2008|04:57 pm]
[feeling | dead]

Tuesday. You know how there's these benches in the Forbes dining hall that no one likes? Well there are. I really didn't understand why we had to be tortured with them until I discovered late Tuesday night that they actually made pretty nice spots to nap. Got about an hour of sleep that way before sitting back up and returning to cramming for Computer Science. Sat there in that dining hall all night with Jahnabi (not sure what she was studying) until we heard breakfast sounds in the kitchen and the first early risers started swiping in for breakfast. Went upstairs, changed my shirt so it wouldn't look like I'd stayed up all night, and went back down for more cramming.

Had a Chinese dictation at 10 Wednesday morning. Oral portion of our midterm immediately followed. At 11, I had my COS midterm, which they graded like speedy elves - I got about average, which is not great but my math grade has really put that in perspective. Went through the motions of the day. Had some lunch, took an inadvertent nap for another hour. Had my Chinese individual session (which was actually not individual this time - G.H., a guy from my Chinese class who speaks Chinese with the most awesome, adorable accent ever, was there too, which was bizarre), got back to Forbes, grabbed my linear algebra textbook, and hopped into the dining hall as soon as it opened, 5PM.

Started studying. As in that was the first time I'd studied for my midterm which was that night. So at 7:30 running on (almost) two hours of sleep in the past 36, I sat down to take my math midterm. Bombed it, by the way. Got the grade and everything. Crap.

Went back to Forbes at a little after 9. Intended to pull another all-nighter cramming for neuro, but fell asleep. Woke up this morning at 7 and realized that I was just plain screwed. Crammed some more. Took the test at 11. Went to a different section of Chinese at 12:30. Amazingly had COS precept, where I discovered all the stupid things I'd done wrong on the midterm.

Now I only have one more midterm, and that's Chinese. Brain is barely functioning in English, so I'm not sure how I'm going to pull this one off.

Also have two physics homeworks due today and tomorrow. Over break, I need to learn everything from first semester all over again (because clearly I did not get it the first time around), study for my physics midterm (the Tuesday we get back), take another neuroscience exam (take-home but closed-notes/book), do my programming assignment (hopefully not another 12 hours), and have I mentioned that I really need to figure out this linear algebra business?

On the bright side, it's almost summer. Kind of.
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midterm miracles [Mar. 11th, 2008|10:35 pm]
[feeling | rushed]

Forgot to set my alarm clock last night. This morning, 8AM:

God: Lily.
Lily: ZZzz.
God: Lily, wake up. You have class in an hour and you're screwed for midterms.
Lily: zzZZ.
God: At least study for ten minutes? You have to get up, you know.
Lily: zzzz.
Lily's clock: 8:03.
God: Okay, that's it. You asked for it.
Forbes fire alarm: AAAAANGG AAAAANGG AAAAANGGG AAAANGGG
Forbes: bleeeerrrgggh!! *spits students out into the freezing cold morning*
Morning: *is freezing cold*
Fire alarm: *is freaking loud* AAAAAANGGGG AAAAAANGGG AAAAANGGGG
Public Safety (police cars): WTF Fire at Forbes? *zzoooooom!*
In Lily's room, Forbes fire alarm: AAAAAANGGG AAAAAAANGGG AAAAANGGGG AAAANGGG
Lily: *jerks awake* OH MY GOD
God: You're welcome. :)
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blast from the past? [Mar. 8th, 2008|11:39 pm]
[feeling | .........]

1) I think I would be good at menial labor. Not like construction, obviously, but little tasks, ones that require even less skill (and muscular strength). I'm good at following instructions. I'm attentive to details. I don't tire easily of repetitive and monotonous tasks. I think that I could find satisfaction in the knowledge that my efforts will help someone or something greater than myself in some minute fashion. Maybe I should be a secretary when I grow up. Heck, maybe I should drop out now. Maybe all I've ever wanted was for someone to tell me it's okay to get poor grades, or to work at a fast-food restaurant. Maybe I'm too weak to deal with stress.



2) I don't know how many people on my flist watched Saturday morning cartoons, but I've recently just hooked back up with Zeta Project. Oh. Oh. I did not remember how good it was.

Actually it's a little like AtS in animated form, and with more robots. Angel Zeta is a vampire robot-assassin who is cursed with a soul has an epiphany and decides that it's not right for him to eat kill humans anymore. Along with his sarcastic, spunky female sidekick, Cordelia Ro, he embarks on a quest to help the helpless find his creator, while helping the helpless along the way. PS. He also sometimes goes soulless haywire, especially when he gets happy government agents try to erase his memory, resulting in a mad rampage. His favorite holographic form even looks like Angel. He has the same bewilderment towards the entire human race, is both thoughtlessly blunt and dorkily polite, and enjoys taking the weight of the entire world on his undead titanium shoulders. He also provides the unlimited funds for Ro to indulge in clothes-shopping and generally allows her to boss him around because he's so nice and dorky.

Yes, I've moved on to my next fancrush. Kind of a big jump from Hard Gay, but what can you do. One thing I can't get over is this guy's voice-actor. His voice is so... gentle? It's really bizarre when he's all, "I am menacing you!" because even if you didn't know the character you could hear in the voice the little unspoken addendum, "--but it's all right if you don't want to do what I say, I mean, I totally understand so I guess I'll just let you go now. Have a nice day!"

And yes, very much supposed bad guy goes good guy throughout the entire series. :)

I also surprisingly like West for some reason. I usually hate the character they put in just so we can laugh at him. You know, the one who screws up at everything and everyone hates him. The excuse to put in all the snark. But despite how many times our favorite trigger-happy agent has screwed up, he just keeps right on doing it! He's like some kind of bulldozer. People are yelling at him, like "WEST, NO! NO, NO!" and he's still just like "la de dah I'll shoot at Zeta while we're all on this precariously swaying bridge!" And then Zeta is like "...uh." and the bridge is like "CREEEAAAK! SNAAAP!" and Zeta has to save the day again... and meanwhile West, dangling a hundred feet above the ground from a giant magnet, still takes off his metal harness in an attempt to chase after Zeta despite the, you know, really painful landing that separates them. What can I say. His ridiculous 2-D personality has completely won me over.



2b) On a less fangirly note, it's really strange how I didn't remember a single thing about this series before watching it again. I mean, obviously I remembered Zeta and Ro, but apart from that, not a single character struck any chord of recognition within me. It was like watching the entire thing afresh, which is bizarre because I know I've seen at least some of it before.

I wonder what the time limit on our episodic memory is? How long do we have to wait before we can read a book or watch a show again without knowing what's going to happen? This would be a useful thing to know! The sad thing about enjoying a story once is that you know it's not going to be as good if you try to read it again knowing the ending. How long until it'll be good again?

Or another way a thinking about it - this whole Zeta Project business is in me. I watched it once, I loved it once, I incorporated it into myself. And yet I didn't remember it. Really makes me wonder about my subconscious influences. Is that why I liked Angel in the first place, because it struck a cord of Zeta-ness inside me? It makes me feel no more complex than a robot after all.



3) By the way, I just remembered that when I first started writing fanfic, I used to have split personalities. No, seriously. It was stupid. In my (cringe) "A/N" or (CRINGE) "Authoress's Notes", I would always start talking to myself. And yeah, the different voices had personalities - not like Ellis complex, but I did give them each a very basic, bland personality. I think there were around 4 of them, and I definitely remember that #2 was mean and #1 was either normal or sensible or nice. One of those. Probably sensible. So it'd go something like this:

Lily: I feel pretty crappy today.
Split-Personality #2: That's because you are crap.
Split-Personality #1: Oh come on, be nice!

Well. I probably wasn't even that witty back then XD. I'm somehow glad that I don't have a copy of my earliest stories anymore.



3b) By the way, I wish I could explain Ellis's personalities better. It's a little like Angel and Angelus: I feel like a lot of fans have a mistaken idea of what Angelus is (SP #2: Yeah. Like you're the definitive expert?). I can't really speak for Joss Whedon, but I can talk about what I intended for Ellis. It's... basically a souped up version of what we all do all the time.

For example, Sunday night, you might be totally pumped for Monday's classes. You pack your bag, you set your alarm, you know you've missed three in the past week so you'd better make this one. You totally want to go. The next morning, your alarm doesn't go off, you wake ten minutes before class, and you feel so. comfortable. Bathed in sunlight and the sound of chirping birds, you really don't remember what the big deal about class was. You can get the same information in the textbook anyway, and besides, isn't sleep more important?

Are Sunday-you and Monday-you two different people? No, they're both you. Yet you have different wants, you value different things, and I'd be willing to bet that you'd sound different if someone were to strike up conversation.

Angelus, I feel like, is just Angel, only incapable of understanding why it's important not to hurt people, physically or otherwise. Ellis's personalities, likewise, are all just Ellis, only with a couple of names slapped on. And the fact that they don't think alike at all. Er. Never mind.



4) The most productive thing I've done all day was to toss my sneakers into a washing machine. And they're still kind of dirty.
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//update [Mar. 5th, 2008|12:12 am]
[feeling | tired]

In my last post I seem to have given the impression that my programming partner did no work. This is absolutely not the case at all; I am simply very obnoxious about receiving credit for my work and my ideas.

Anyway, the two of us spent literally 12 hours this weekend working on this week's assignment. Given church and school activities, this was basically my entire weekend. Now, the two of us aren't exactly buddy-buddy, so none of these 12 hours were spent fooling around or watching YouTube videos, though we did squeeze a few water fountain/bathroom breaks in there. On the bright side, we turned the program in 46 hours before the deadline, an unprecedented occasion that merits great celebration. On the less brilliant, I am starting to think in code. (I am also starting to find myself using or at least thinking the word "damn" on a regular basis! I blame my 126 preceptor, who was the nicest lady ever and thus made it seem okay to swear.)

It's like this. My life, at least taken in terms of tests and papers and deadlines, is one big recursive loop. All the assignments keep flowing in, one after another (perhaps through a symbol table or a priority queue, if you must) and there's this while loop going. Actually, a do-while would make more sense:



What this basically says is, for every assignment you get, first do it. Next, if it wasn't like a midterm or a final or something, go get the next one. If it's one of those big fun tests though, you know that you've reached the end of your assignment list for now. It's like a stop codon. UAG.

The greatest thing is that midterms are on the horizon. I can like see them getting closer to my while statement. I shouldn't be looking forward to them considering how ill-prepared I am, but at least I know the end is near, that Spring Break is in sight and that I can make it if only I hang on.

I need my break; I felt like I haven't had one in ages. Seriously, if we take another damn vacation to China...

Okay, I admit, that one was forced. But I'm seriously swearing sometimes, I really am! It's really weird!

Ah, whatever. It'll probably pass once I get some more sleep. Why can't I seem to get more than five hours a night anymore, no matter how hard I try?
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