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Eating ramen, trying not to think about Ascaris lumbricoides. No, don't GIS that.
I bought myself a tiny Deadpool from Wal-Mart. I was walking by the rack that had him, noticed him, and grabbed him without actually stopping. It was a good buy. He lives in my plant now, wielding guns at everything else on my desk.
The whole poster project thing was a bust. I did okay at the one on Monday (although the only judge I could actually tell was a judge was an elderly Asian man who couldn't speak much English and didn't know anything about biology). The whole thing was poorly run, or maybe not run at all, and we just ended up wandering away after standing for 3+ hours.
The one on Friday was nicer as there were fewer people and the Honors College gives a shit about us. Dr. Sharp walked around being awesome to everyone. I stuttered and forgot my shit, though. But I was talking to biology people, it's hard to tell someone what they already know. And then they said they knew what miRNAs are so I didn't go into it but they missed the logic of the experiment because they actually did not know what they were. I answered their questions well, though. I just can't get started. :(
I totally saved my poster for future dorm dorkiness.
There was a ceramics show at the Ferg with these little worms crawling out of pretty vases (it was a collab).. really cool stuff. The day after, I found one of the worms outside the Ferg perched on a post. I took him, thinking someone had stolen him, and tried to give him back, but it turns out the artist wandered around putting worms everywhere on campus for students to find. So now I have a new friend, Wormy.
Have a 100, 100, and 96 in Chem right now, so, bitchin. I worked really, really hard for that. Bio's going good too, but ecology is boring. Lab is going fine, just wondering how I'll spend my 40 hrs a week there a few weeks from now.
I'm gonna exercise this summer. See where that gets me.
I watched like 50 TFC skillout vids today and I'm nostalgia-ing hard for something I was not a part of. 1106 BUNNYHOPS RIP NEVAR 4GET.
All I remember of TFC:
Fuck all other classes, SCOUT ONLY. Everyone else is too slow. (I had no concept of differing armor/health/damage stats for classes at this point, pegging my inability to kill on my lack of experience.) I died all the time, logging more hours in Spectator than anything else, but I loved spectating because it was just like noclipping and I could fly around and explore and follow people, pretending to be a ghost haunting them. Kill-death ratios often reached 1-70 before Matt got back to the computer and laughed at me.
The best maps: Well at night (green water, a map I understood, that awesome zone of oh-shit-he's-coming-right-at-me in the middle), 2fort (FUCK SNIPERS GET BA- shit.)... those are really the only two I remember well.
I was blown away by the concept that I was playing this game with real actual humans somewhere in the world. I hated when mics showed up; who wants to hear those idiots' voices? I was embarrassed about the shit they chatted about because my mom would always come in at the worst possible time. But I loved the game because I could run around and be silly and see how long it took before I died, which never too long.
I did in fact cap sometimes, never all the way but maybe if someone died just outside our base and I nabbed the flag. This game was what made me love actual capture-the-flag, not for its action but for its strategy. I was always our teams' strategist on the field.
I tried CS a few times but it was less happy-go-lucky and I died even MORE. Also I never understood the point (where are the flags what bomb what's going AAHH)
I could go into others (Natural Selection, Specialists, Science & Industry, Ricochet, Deathmatch) but ..maybe later. Enough dorkiness for now.
Oh and I'm downloading Fortress Forever for GOOD TIMES I should be studying
I bought myself a tiny Deadpool from Wal-Mart. I was walking by the rack that had him, noticed him, and grabbed him without actually stopping. It was a good buy. He lives in my plant now, wielding guns at everything else on my desk.
The whole poster project thing was a bust. I did okay at the one on Monday (although the only judge I could actually tell was a judge was an elderly Asian man who couldn't speak much English and didn't know anything about biology). The whole thing was poorly run, or maybe not run at all, and we just ended up wandering away after standing for 3+ hours.
The one on Friday was nicer as there were fewer people and the Honors College gives a shit about us. Dr. Sharp walked around being awesome to everyone. I stuttered and forgot my shit, though. But I was talking to biology people, it's hard to tell someone what they already know. And then they said they knew what miRNAs are so I didn't go into it but they missed the logic of the experiment because they actually did not know what they were. I answered their questions well, though. I just can't get started. :(
I totally saved my poster for future dorm dorkiness.
There was a ceramics show at the Ferg with these little worms crawling out of pretty vases (it was a collab).. really cool stuff. The day after, I found one of the worms outside the Ferg perched on a post. I took him, thinking someone had stolen him, and tried to give him back, but it turns out the artist wandered around putting worms everywhere on campus for students to find. So now I have a new friend, Wormy.
Have a 100, 100, and 96 in Chem right now, so, bitchin. I worked really, really hard for that. Bio's going good too, but ecology is boring. Lab is going fine, just wondering how I'll spend my 40 hrs a week there a few weeks from now.
I'm gonna exercise this summer. See where that gets me.
I watched like 50 TFC skillout vids today and I'm nostalgia-ing hard for something I was not a part of. 1106 BUNNYHOPS RIP NEVAR 4GET.
All I remember of TFC:
Fuck all other classes, SCOUT ONLY. Everyone else is too slow. (I had no concept of differing armor/health/damage stats for classes at this point, pegging my inability to kill on my lack of experience.) I died all the time, logging more hours in Spectator than anything else, but I loved spectating because it was just like noclipping and I could fly around and explore and follow people, pretending to be a ghost haunting them. Kill-death ratios often reached 1-70 before Matt got back to the computer and laughed at me.
The best maps: Well at night (green water, a map I understood, that awesome zone of oh-shit-he's-coming-right-at-me in the middle), 2fort (FUCK SNIPERS GET BA- shit.)... those are really the only two I remember well.
I was blown away by the concept that I was playing this game with real actual humans somewhere in the world. I hated when mics showed up; who wants to hear those idiots' voices? I was embarrassed about the shit they chatted about because my mom would always come in at the worst possible time. But I loved the game because I could run around and be silly and see how long it took before I died, which never too long.
I did in fact cap sometimes, never all the way but maybe if someone died just outside our base and I nabbed the flag. This game was what made me love actual capture-the-flag, not for its action but for its strategy. I was always our teams' strategist on the field.
I tried CS a few times but it was less happy-go-lucky and I died even MORE. Also I never understood the point (where are the flags what bomb what's going AAHH)
I could go into others (Natural Selection, Specialists, Science & Industry, Ricochet, Deathmatch) but ..maybe later. Enough dorkiness for now.
Oh and I'm downloading Fortress Forever for GOOD TIMES I should be studying