My time budgeting during this summer can be neatly divided into three categories: the time that I spend working, the time that I spend being a fly-on-the-wall for Tamela (who is actually Dr. Gilbert, but it's just a matter of time until I address her by name to her face; but at least this suggests I'm comfortable around her), and the time that I ( Read more... )

Except that it wasn't at ours, but rather at our cousins'. Which was fine, really, as we only stay at home when Dad's on call and Mom feels guilty for running to visit her family in light of that. (Which is a rare state of affairs, particularly owing to the second qualification.) And my uncle (one unrelated to these cousins) is dying or ( Read more... )

I died for awhile. However now I am back home. Consequently here is an update about my life:

Mainly I am so bored and I sort of miss Rex. :[

But it is fun on occasion to be so one-dimensional. :]

UPDATE!


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I have, for whatever reason, in recent months taken to behaving in a fashion that is queer and off-putting without being charming. Younger versions of myself would no doubt deem me something of a disappointment. As evidence in support of this phenomenon, I offer the following images produced by a certain Wilma Bainbridge just hours before the Co- ( Read more... )

UPDATED!

So here's how the midterms are stacking up:

Listening To Music 1: A
Listening To Music 2: A
Latin Prose 1: A
Latin Prose 2: A
Cognitive Science: A-
Programming: "33/50"
Visualization: "68%"

Hmm...

Mum showed me an article about gays that had appeared in the Yale Daily News. Father scolded her. I scolded Father. Father didn't speak to me for the next hour.

Later that night at dinner, having enjoyed Brian Scholl's What Is Cognitive Science parent lecture, Father discussed at length why he was certain that Professor Scholl was without a ( Read more... )

I have a mandolin ( Read more... )

Am I the only one at Yale who doesn't very often feel overwhelmed? Hmm. I need more extracurriculars.

I wore subtly-heeled boots (albeit with less-than-subtley-applied mascara) to the LGBTTQQetc dance tonight. Hoping to hear The Flirts. Or Sylvester. Or anything produced by Bobby Orlando. Instead, we hear hip-hop and what one would expect to hear at a Bar Mitzvah. Which is fine, really. I've nothing against hip-hop or Bar Mitzvahs. I enjoy ( Read more... )

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