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| Rather, what a week/month/quarter!
8AM finals are horrible. I had gone to bed at midnight last night, woke at 7AM, took the exam from 8 until 915AM, then went straight back to my apartment to go back to sleep... until noon. And it felt wonderful. At least, until the guy who lives under me started rocking out (with or without his cock out; I can't see through my floor nor would I wish to in that situation) on his guitar.
So far, the grade breakdown:
Basic Strength of Materials: (B)
Fundamentals of Aerodynamics: B
Numerical Methods: A
Modelling & Simulation of Physical Systems: (A)
Nature & Properties of Materials: A
Mechanics III: (A)
Hence, i've received two 'A's this quarter, with a predicted further two from exams that have yet to be graded. I would have never imagined such a GPA this quarter at the beginning, but apparently I have done fairly well for myself!
And to all the nay-sayers out there... yes, a 'B' is still an accomplishment, with an 'A' being an exceptional treat for engineers. For the most part, my classes are harder than yours. The 'easy A' class this quarter was Nature & Properties of Materials, a class for which I had to study roughly 7 hours per exam to do generally well on. The final exam was, in the end, a 6-page written marathon of a take home exam (thankfully it WAS a take-home exam). And I received a 93% on it. YES!
Hopefully more grades later... this looked to be a quarter where all the sacrifices were worth it!
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| I heart my girlfriend. As in, I heart my girlfriend more than the entire world. As in, I  Laura Michelle Houser.
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| I know it sounds pathetic, but i've decided to make more time to go out with friends.
I think that in the past two years, i've said 'no' to people so many times, they've stopped wanting to invite me to go places.
I want to make time for my friends... time that doesn't involve homework or studying or classes.
So, if you ever want to do anything... give me a call! I'd love it.
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| I always guess one password for signing into my Xanga account, but it always turns out to be another password. I rotate between roughly 6 different passwords, all of the same topic, but of different formats. And so, I get very confused because of the addition of a single number or letter to fulfill the 'Must be 6 alphanumeric characters long' requirement when creating a new account.
I am so very glad to be home now. I think that i'm more glad now than i've been all quarter. At this moment, home doesn't just represent 'home' persay... it represents a sanctuary in which I am allowed to sleep in, thinking of nothing except when i'm to pick up Laura (and of course, be 10 minutes late), and what I feel like having for a late night snack. Home is where the heart is, they say... my heart is about 5 minutes away from my home, up off of SR-48, but home is close enough as is. After these past few weeks, home is exactly what and where I need to be, because no matter what uncertainty I may have in my life, home is a constant.
I deal enough with constants to know that when you can find a good one, stick with it.
This past week... as in, the past three days, I have had to turn in two projects. This past week, I have gotten roughly 20 hours of sleep in a 72 hour period, averaging to 6ish hours of sleep per night. The average isn't bad, but night-by-night, I have gotten as little as 3 hours of sleep and as much as 8 hours. To get any sleep lately is a miracle... in a two week period, I will have taken 4 exams (no, not final exams. Simply midterm exams), completed roughly 8 homeworks, and 4 projects. It's lovely, the way professors seem to conveniently forget about projects until a week before they're scheduled to be due. 'You will have about three weeks to work on this, so no problems there' they say. Quite frankly, higher learning can bite me. I simply do not understand when I will be encountering an ideal spring-mass-damper system.
Lately, i've gotten it stuck in my head that I need to 'go out' more. That's what you do in college, right? Unfortunately, I don't have enough time to 'go out'... and i'm afraid that my friends are beginning to forget me because of it. I'm present enough in a social aspect during the day, but when the sun goes down, I often have only homework and sleep to look forward to. Most nights, this is a necessary and welcome thing, but it would be nice to have options. So, on the suggestion of one friend, I think that i'll start to figure out what people are up to and begin to plan accordingly.
No, I won't get drunk. I'm not like that. But it would be nice to hit up a house party or a bar once in awhile. There's enough neat bars around campus to keep me occupied for awhile.
I had met one of the guys who lives in the apartment below me late one night this week. He and I really seemed to hit it off, and he was a genuinely nice guy.
That's the thing about me. I can make friends with most anyone as long as they're as friendly as I am. Unfortunately, i've become so used to meeting neutrally friendly people, I too have become more neutral, not wanting to divulge in any deep life secrets to new people. So, when I meet someone else who is very open and friendly, it takes a bit of time to do the same. His name is Alex, though (just to let whoever wants to know, know), and he plays guitar. I gathered that information before I even had met him, because his constant soundtrack to my studying was always a pleasant thing... contradicting that which I had said in a previous blog entry. I'll have to hang out with him sometime soon before I go off for co-op...
Laura had shown me a Dilbert cartoon that pretty much sums up what I have to deal with on a day-to-day basis... normally, I don't really care for Dilbert, but this strip is so close to how I feel that it's scary:
Especially the explaining things to idiots part.
I've noticed that I write in a disconnected, stream of consciousness style of blog writing, with picture evidence. And i've been told that it makes people laugh, so i'll stick to it. I'll never be able to beat around the bush with things (which is an incredibly dirty idiom. Say it out loud: 'beat' around the 'bush'. Dirty.)
When Bruce Banner gets angry, he turns into The Hulk. When The Hulk gets angry, he turns into Chuck Norris.
Sorry for the random, *bad*, Chuck Norris joke, but nobody seems to have heard that one.
I suppose it's time to head to bed.
Tomorrow, I commit at least three of the Seven Deadly Sins. Of course, Thanksgiving is a huge excuse to commit Gluttony, but you guess the other two!
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| ...Mainly because i've studied for twelve hours straight. From 1:00 p.m. on Monday until 1:00 a.m. on Tuesday. The exam is in eight and a half hours, but i'm far too weary to bring myself to review my notes another time until I can get some sleep and let my mind refresh itself.
Someone in the apartment underneath me is playing 'Delilah' on their guitar. Typically, I have never been bothered by their guitar playing (it helps when someone is good at playing guitar), but at 1:12 a.m., it's time to unplug for the night and allow the courtesy of sleep to your neighbors. Besides, i'm getting tired of 'strum strum strum ohhhh its what you do to meeeeeeeee ohhhhh its what you do to SHIT! strum strum ohhhh its what you do to meeeeSHIT!'. If you're having that much damn trouble playing an overplayed song on the radio, go to bed and try in the morning. Delilah is greater than you tonight, buddy. As in, Delilah > You. That is why you fail.
Dumbass.
I'm trying to figure out how to deal with stress better, because underneath my cheery exterior is an on-edge, stressed out, frustrated control freak who is frantically trying to zip-tie and duct tape his schedule together as to keep it from collapsing for yet another week. The only people who actually know the sheer depths of my madness are Laura and my parents, but Laura's the only one who continually puts up with it, and for that I am forever in her debt. Without her, I don't know what I would do or who I would go to for help, but for three years (and some odd days, not sure of the exact count now) she's been by my side faithfully and dutifully, picking up the mangled pieces of my sanity. I LOVE LAURA MICHELLE!
Actually, it's three years, twenty days, three hours, and an assortment of minutes and seconds.
Three years. Twenty days. Three hours.
I sound like Frank. I certainly do not hope that come one of our anniversaries in the future, an airplane engine drops out of the sky and tears a hole in the space-time continuum. Wouldn't that be a way to kick off a new year together? "Hey, honey! Guess what I got for you! That's right... the apocalypse!"
I was thinking of how much emphasis is placed on beauty these days. Eventually, plastic surgery will go to such depths that the result of which will be this:
That's right. Complete with pastel pink shirts.
To tell the truth, that's all I have to say for now.
Cliffs notes: I'm tired from studying for 12 hours. I'm always stressed and I LOVE LAURA MICHELLE (but i'm not a scientologist and rarely have crazy love-proclaiming outbursts on Oprah). Lego people are the new chic. Red is the new blue. And a beer would sound very good right now if it were not one in the morning.
Okay, bedtime.
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