My burning nostril.
I had a somewhat strange day today. Normally I would not post about it for whatever reason, but since I'm trying to get back into this and I see this as one of those days people post about, here it goes.
It started with me waking up, not very well rested because of my lingering cold, and being sorely disappointed at the lack of snow/sleet/hail/anything. After puttering around for an hour and a half and snorting and coughing a lot I headed to school, ready to attend my one, maybe two classes, as I was sure that UMBC would close early due to inclement weather.
After sitting through a whole 35 minutes of Comp. Sci. I decided to leave (as I often do, because of the simplicity of the material covered). Upon finding a warm place to sit and do homework which I had neglected, I instead decided to do a little arts & crafts project. I feel that companies and universities/colleges should have 1/2-1 hour sessions/classes where people could just color with well-sharpened crayons. Alas, I did not have a crayon sharpener so I had to improvise and try various keys on my keyring.
That done I headed to Admin. and did some of the aforementioned homework. I got very little done, but that was okay.
Then I went to my lab section for the aforementioned Comp. Sci. class and finished the lab in less than 30 minutes. Instead of doing to available extra credit, I elected to go finished the thoroughly aforementioned homework, which was forestalled by a brief meeting with Annie to give her (1) her spare key to her car which is in the shop and (2) the aforementioned arts & crafts project.
After failing dismally to finish the now thrice-aforementioned homework, I sat dejected waiting for my 3:00 Calculus discussion section to start (this is at about 2:15 - 2:30). But then, Hope! I called the UMBC inclement weather hotline and was informed that school would close at 4:00; enough to cancel my 4:30 - 6:20 Calculus class, but not the discussion. After talking with various students who were similarly waiting for discussion to start about the hazards of icy roads and the incompetence of a university of disproportionately many commuters which waits until 2:30 to decided to close school at 4:00, the TA showed up and said that discussion would also be cancelled because otherwise he would have to catch the other section up next time.
Hooray. Off to my car I went and, feeling slightly more cheerful I ventured to make a slight joke to an employee with whom I shared an elevator in the University Center (this elevator is somewhat notorious for making a grinding sound and shaking slightly as it approaches the 3rd and highest floor). Then, through coincidence, we ended up meeting up twice more on the way to our cars, which were not parked particularly close together.
After sliding down a hill (halfway on my feet, halfway on my ass) and scraping off my car I was on my home. The drive was pretty good, and the tunes were better than normal.
Upon returning home I started to put down some salt/ice melt stuff and at some point wiped my dripping nose with my glove which had, by this time, a little salt/ice melt on it. This brings me back, full circle to the subject line of the post which accurately describes the feeling I got from this seemingly innocent act of personal hygiene.
Now, however, the burning has subsided and I am sitting here, a full hour from when I got home, writing, by far, the longest post I have ever written (unless you count the Pi Day one) and hoping for a follow up snowday for tomorrow which would effectively rid this week all two of the quizzes in my schedule.
Finally, I leave you with this notion.
Last night I downloaded Walking on the Sun by Smash Mouth and have been listening to it relatively frequently ever since. That song is so much better than I ever gave it credit for. This continues a trend I am seeing that redeems the music of the 90s from some undeserved slighting on my (and other's) part. Also, I've found it helpful, in these somewhat difficult times, to realize that the songs that I'm identifying with are songs that I had usually thought were silly or, in some cases plain ridiculous. It really knocks me down a peg to be listening to these songs, then realizing how utterly mediocre and silly they are. So I give you two choices for discussion:
(1) Is 90s music really that bad and (supplemental question) are there any artists/songs/albums from the 90s which you felt got a bad rap (i.e. Cake)?
(2) Have you ever felt the way I have described feeling about music that you listen to and when?
It started with me waking up, not very well rested because of my lingering cold, and being sorely disappointed at the lack of snow/sleet/hail/anything. After puttering around for an hour and a half and snorting and coughing a lot I headed to school, ready to attend my one, maybe two classes, as I was sure that UMBC would close early due to inclement weather.
After sitting through a whole 35 minutes of Comp. Sci. I decided to leave (as I often do, because of the simplicity of the material covered). Upon finding a warm place to sit and do homework which I had neglected, I instead decided to do a little arts & crafts project. I feel that companies and universities/colleges should have 1/2-1 hour sessions/classes where people could just color with well-sharpened crayons. Alas, I did not have a crayon sharpener so I had to improvise and try various keys on my keyring.
That done I headed to Admin. and did some of the aforementioned homework. I got very little done, but that was okay.
Then I went to my lab section for the aforementioned Comp. Sci. class and finished the lab in less than 30 minutes. Instead of doing to available extra credit, I elected to go finished the thoroughly aforementioned homework, which was forestalled by a brief meeting with Annie to give her (1) her spare key to her car which is in the shop and (2) the aforementioned arts & crafts project.
After failing dismally to finish the now thrice-aforementioned homework, I sat dejected waiting for my 3:00 Calculus discussion section to start (this is at about 2:15 - 2:30). But then, Hope! I called the UMBC inclement weather hotline and was informed that school would close at 4:00; enough to cancel my 4:30 - 6:20 Calculus class, but not the discussion. After talking with various students who were similarly waiting for discussion to start about the hazards of icy roads and the incompetence of a university of disproportionately many commuters which waits until 2:30 to decided to close school at 4:00, the TA showed up and said that discussion would also be cancelled because otherwise he would have to catch the other section up next time.
Hooray. Off to my car I went and, feeling slightly more cheerful I ventured to make a slight joke to an employee with whom I shared an elevator in the University Center (this elevator is somewhat notorious for making a grinding sound and shaking slightly as it approaches the 3rd and highest floor). Then, through coincidence, we ended up meeting up twice more on the way to our cars, which were not parked particularly close together.
After sliding down a hill (halfway on my feet, halfway on my ass) and scraping off my car I was on my home. The drive was pretty good, and the tunes were better than normal.
Upon returning home I started to put down some salt/ice melt stuff and at some point wiped my dripping nose with my glove which had, by this time, a little salt/ice melt on it. This brings me back, full circle to the subject line of the post which accurately describes the feeling I got from this seemingly innocent act of personal hygiene.
Now, however, the burning has subsided and I am sitting here, a full hour from when I got home, writing, by far, the longest post I have ever written (unless you count the Pi Day one) and hoping for a follow up snowday for tomorrow which would effectively rid this week all two of the quizzes in my schedule.
Finally, I leave you with this notion.
Last night I downloaded Walking on the Sun by Smash Mouth and have been listening to it relatively frequently ever since. That song is so much better than I ever gave it credit for. This continues a trend I am seeing that redeems the music of the 90s from some undeserved slighting on my (and other's) part. Also, I've found it helpful, in these somewhat difficult times, to realize that the songs that I'm identifying with are songs that I had usually thought were silly or, in some cases plain ridiculous. It really knocks me down a peg to be listening to these songs, then realizing how utterly mediocre and silly they are. So I give you two choices for discussion:
(1) Is 90s music really that bad and (supplemental question) are there any artists/songs/albums from the 90s which you felt got a bad rap (i.e. Cake)?
(2) Have you ever felt the way I have described feeling about music that you listen to and when?