Worked on thesis for 6 hours. Did some math problems. Went running and lifted some. Realized that I'm a bit out of shape. Scratched the sun-burned nose and cheeks (You know the reverse raccoon effect people get when they get tan or burned around their sunglasses? Yeah? Well, I went skiing. I have that). Now I'm off to work on the belated and much- ( Read more... )

The thesis is kicking my ass. After every paragraph, nay--every word, some desperate part of me rears up and screams to the world, "Love me! Don't ignore me! Love ME!" Where does all this leave me? with an unfinished thesis and a penchant for easy distractions like LJ. Am I ever going to finish this fucking thing? Well, nevermind the "ever"--I have ( Read more... )

I just did something that was unexpectedly really fulfilling: I taught a couple of friends the basics of symbolic logic/predicate calculus. I looked at the assignment they didn't understand, quickly worked it out for myself, tried to explain it to them, did a simple example to show them the idea behind the problem, and then showed them how to apply ( Read more... )

You Are 45% Left Brained, 55% Right Brained

The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning ( Read more... )

It turns out that I might have mild whiplash from (drumroll) staying up to write a paper the other night. How absurd is that? I'm the girl who gets whiplash from writing a paper and a concussion from running into a wall. What am I going to say to the chiropractor? Hi... um, no, I didn't get into a car accident. I had an ill-fated and drawn-out ( Read more... )

I'm beginning to wish I'd been a math major so I wouldn't have to fuck around with papers galore. I'm trying to rewrite a paper that I wrote for a history class two years ago. Back then, it had no structure and lots of little redundancies when I passed it in. I don't understand why the prof liked it so much. Now it needs to pass as a writing sample ( Read more... )

I get so intensely lonely when I'm working on things like my thesis. i spent all day running around, doing bureaucratic shit when all I really wanted to do was to buckle down and work on my thesis. Now I'm sitting here and I feel like I'm having some out-of-body experience. It's torture. I hate people and feel lonely all at once. What a world. I ( Read more... )

I'm too caught up in work to write anything meaningful, except that I've been communicating with my dad again lately and, get this--he told me that he thought I was right in my reaction to the US elections last fall! This from the guy who told me that anyone but a Republican is a Communist. hehe. Now he has more info about what's going on, ( Read more... )

ooh...maybe all that education payed off (on the internet, at least):

I am worth $2,284,130.00 on HumanForSale.com

and sitting all by myself in my [newish] apartment, procrastinating online when I should be working on my thesis. Living here is soooo relaxing. Probably too relaxing, actually, but whatever. I'm down to two classes and my thesis, and loving it. Squash ends at the end of this weekend. I've been training so hard for the Howe Cup that I've never been ( Read more... )