Just ordinary

Started as a day like any other.
Adam woke me up because he locked himself out of our room when he showered. I proceeded to get dressed and go to breakfast. I was depressed when I saw that all the bacon was taken, then my heart was rejuvenated as one of the chefs saw my forlorn gaze, and told me that they had bacon under the heat lamp. So he grabbed a handful and made my morning loads better. Turns out Adam was there already, so I didn't even eat alone.
Calc was fun, I finally learned what partial derivatives are, and how slope works in 3D space.
The rest was average, playing minecraft until I got bored myself dousing people in lava.
And I started feeling my heartburn again, thus restarting my daily Prilosec regime. Why am I such an old man at 19? This makes no sense.
Then the fun came as I started playing Age of Empires 2 against Sam, one of my suitemates. The battles were long and arduous, but the victor was eventually


Oh wait we aren't done yet. We had to pause and eat before the cafe closed, where I am currently blogging as I munch.
I'll keep y'all posted.

What a letdown, his computer died, and he quit by default. There's always tomorrow I suppose.

Trials and errors

Well, I woke up Adam with my phone at 7:30. That was funny. Then I got out of bed at 8 to eat breakfast. Nothing special happened, and I like cinnamon rolls. I got back, and started to copy my 4 pages of Calc notes into a single sided note sheet for use during the 2-chapter test this morning. And checked facebook. And email. And Minecraft forums. and Bukkit forums. And Quadfiber facebook page. And pokemon server facebook page. And Minecraft forums. And facebook. And Quadfiber facebook page. And then got the note page done 15 minutes before class, perfect timing on my part.
The test was quite simple, relative to what I expected. I just had to find the acceleration and velocity of a point in 3D space, with the equation given to me. Nothing crazy like finding the vector of acceleration to the direction of the turn, or the curvature at a particular point, also known as 1/(the radius of a similar circle that fits that curve) so it was all good. I finished 11 minutes before class was finished, and 2nd one done. Always second one done.
(Dammit Makala)
I made my way back to the dorm, and happened upon the following scene, with Nicole signaling "shhh"

And proceeded to eat lunch with Adam until I went to my Computer Science Lab.
Where I did the quiz, felt pretty good about it, got my old quiz from last week, missed one thing, but got 10/10. The lab assignment was basic logic to me, I finished it in 20 minutes. Left class to go hang out with friends and blog. One friend is still passed out on her couch from the previous photo. Nicole was to start with, but she woke up before I could snap a pic. Sarah needed help with her printer. Note: when you ask for help, try doing so after reading the directions. We proceeded to talk, Sarah left, Kyle left, and we tried to diagnose the latest string of maladies. Turns out, when I google search :lightheaded sniffles appetite loss: my first result tries to say pregnancy is the culprit. Please forgive me for not believing that 3 girls that I know are all pregnant that the exact same time, and that said pregnancy may or may not be contagious. If Adam gets pregnant, we all better watch out. We'll see how the rest of the day goes.
Ok. So after chatting with them, I go back to my room, and my mouse finally decides that, with all of its bugs up to this point, it was finally going to die. So I got to take a trip to the Student Union Building to buy a new wireless mouse. The new one is somewhat bulky, but I may grow into it. Better than nothing. How else can I play Minecraft and Halo? Ever tried shooting a grunt with a touchpad? It ain't easy.
Then I wasted time doing something i can't remember anymore.
At 8, I went to an event called "Getting the Hotties" It was hosted by my hall and its neighbor, and consisted of a Communications Professor coming and presenting her background on dating, body signals, and other information to be aware of while trying to get that special someone. It was a laugh fest, considering the immaturity of the guys sitting behind me, and after her presentation, a few upperclassmen were answering questions about relationships. They had good variety, one guy was taken for 1+ years, a guy and girl who were single, but had been in relationships, and even one gay guy who was in a relationship. I have to respect the effort made to find such variety, and in people willing to talk.
After said question period, the speed dating portion began. Naturally, half of the room vacated the premises. Only 40% of the men who were able to smirk and giggle their way through the first parts had the balls to see the night through. I was one of them.
It was awkward.
I have to say, I'm biased against speed dating to begin with, so my opinion is tainted by that choice. I'm perfectly aware of its pro's and con's. I just feel like there's a pressure to say things too fast, sometimes hearing is an issue, and cutting people off just when they start to get interesting boils my temper.
Anyhow, with my venting out of the way, I met a few people I'd seen around, a few seemed interesting, a few were awkward (mostly because of me, I don't react well to people I recognize but never talk to, especially if I do think they are cute(which is why I never talk to them to start with)) and I may see another at an event I'm participating in for the coming weeks. I doubt it will go much farther than friends though. Sorry, but it's just what I see. Who knows, maybe she's the love of my life, my soul mate, and I'm just a douche for making fun of it all and I hate my attitude sometimes. Urgh.That was a run-on sentence that reflected my rapidly changing judgmental reaction to my own sentence.
Anyhow, it was a stressful experience, probably due to my inexperience dating to begin with. Better to be inexperienced at speed dating than be good at it via a lot of experience though. Think about it.
And I stole 5 Reeses mini peanut butter cups. I love peanut butter and chocolate.

What a waste

I think I only left my dorm room once for reasons other than bathroom or food this past weekend. That's pretty impressive. All I did was build on minecraft. I ate breakfast on Saturday, used the bathroom maybe three times, and went to sleep. Had a difficult time falling asleep too for some reason. I was tired as nothing else at 9, decided to go to bed at 10, and stayed in bed wondering why I was still awake until 12, when I took Nyquil and turned the light off, listened to everyone leave the living room, and then lay in bed until 1 when I gave up and pulled my laptop up again. So I was on that until 1:30 when Adam came in and we both went to sleep.
Sunday was pretty much the same, but I didn't get up until 2. I went to eat a couple grilled cheese sandwiches from the over-priced store (the cafe was closed until 4:30) and went back to my room to build again. Did nothing else until about 6, when I passed out until 8. Apparently this is when some people left, and I had no idea.
So I went over to suite 204 looking for people to make sure I wasn't in the twilight zone, and found a few friends there. They explained where certain people went, and I settled in to talk with them. A short and important crisis later, and I rejoined them. Then I grabbed my laptop for Kyle to try and use, and decided 2 meals wasn't enough for a full weekend. So I went with Sam and one of his friends back to the over-priced store, and got more sandwiches. We headed back, my laptop wasn't smart enough, but Kyle got his own to start working instead. Apparently I'm some kind of technological good luck charm. The other got back from their excursion, and we all talked until we got tired. It's sad that most of that passage occurred in less than 5 hours.

Busy busy

Wednesday's suck for me, full schedule and all.

I ate breakfast alone again, and the worst thing is, they start continental (sucky) breakfast at 9:30 which is way too early. So by the time I got to the cafe, they had no more bacon and I was too late so they weren't putting any more on the serving tray. I was angry.
Calc was fun I guess, arc length in 3 dimensions isn't very different than in 2.
I then proceeded to type 2.25 pages of Music analysis in 2.5 hours. Analyzing Lady Gaga's "Judas" and Madonna's "Like A Prayer" and their respective themes. It was supposed to be 3 pages, but hey. I did my best, and it's only 8% of my total grade for the class. I felt bad though, we we paired up, and judged 10 aspects of our partners essay, and wrote it down. I only noticed a few grammatical issues on the first guy. We were then repaired, (haha) and my group had one extra. One of the girls was really in a bad state.
She told us she was dyslexic, and therefore wrote her entire essay on the Wrong pair of songs. We were given a choice of about 20 pairs. She read one by Lady Gaga, but it was in a different set. So when she found another song by Lady Gaga, she mixed them up. She intended to pick the same set as I did, but instead compared "Born This Way" and "Like A Prayer." We could tell she was near tears, she completely expected an F for the mix up, and was just ready to explode. I didn't say anything when she didn't read my essay, I understood her position and emotions at the time, I wasn't going to press her harder.
Computer Science went smoothly enough, I actually used my computer to take notes, and participated in the discussion as I was able to test theories as I thought them up. I had fun. Don't know if I learned anything though, my grade is still horrific.
A break long enough to eat, and then some Minecraft BS.
Then I DIDN'T oversleep my Music Appreciation class! I got to learn about what a trombone is, what a trumpet is, and what percussion is from very kind volunteers who came in to inform us for the first 45 minutes. I felt very knowledgeable after that. Like I learned a ton. Totally. Like I didn't learn it in 5th grade. Hm.
We then got to learn about vibrato, I can't spell it that well (spellcheck fixed that one) and listened to 4 songs using varying amounts of it. You may see a facebook post about my short exposure to opera, a genre that I could live quite happily without.
Afterwards, I informed the Professor of my absence last week, she told me it was fine. I then told her that I had 9 years of music experience, and she noticed that I was usually the one to speak up when most of the class was unsure of an answer. She then asked if I'd be willing to perform for the class, for 20 extra credit points.
That's a dilemma. I need the points. I hate performing. I have no music. It's just for 3 minutes. The internet has music. I hate performing. My mouth gets dry. My tone sucks when my mouth is dry. I haven't touched my trombone for too long. I haven't been exercising to keep up my breathing. She seemed really excited for me to play. I hate performing. Did I mention that?
So I told her I'd look for music online, and found a 25 measure long clip from Jupiter, a song I know quite well by now. Waiting for the email on her opinion of it. We shall see. My dorm door may be closed for quite a while as I hate practicing, especially when people can hear me. I never practiced. A short warm up is all I ever needed for 8 years. I Hate Practicing. Hate it.
So now I'm teaching Adam how to use my supercool Ti-89 so he can do his Calc 2 like a mining engineer. Should've been a bad-ass Math Major like me.

Another Day Down

Monday arrives, I have 4 classes, so I knew I'd be busy. Not to mention I'm never looking forward to Mondays now, for different reasons.
We actually got to do calculus in my Calc class, so I was happy. I can now derive vectors. No idea how this will help me yet, but hey, it's a start.
During my 2.5 hour break, I took a nap, took a shower, and took another nap. Then I wrote a "Thank You" letter that was required for my SCI 110 class.
English had us walk over to the Church Fine Arts Building, where we got to analyze a chosen work of art, out of a gallery of 14 professional pieces that were there for the moment. We only had to write one page, within the hour and a quarter we had. The teacher was accepting people turning it in early, and he would give them helpful comments on how to make the thesis better, remove useless sentences, etc. So naturally, I felt like I was being judged for all my sins as I walked up to him to submit my work. I felt doubly like an idiot when I looked at other students and realized I was in a minority of people that double spaced my whole page. Mercifully, he approved of the paper, and let me turn it in without revision. I was extremely relieved, and was out of breath all the way back to the dorms from the pressure that had been removed from my mind. I obviously don't like being judged. On the bright side, I got out 30 minutes early and walked back to the dorm to relax for a little time.
On my way over to the Davidson Math Building, I noticed something I found amusing, and thanked my lucky stars I made it to college, and wondered what else I would find myself shooting pictures of during my time here.

Yes he is on CAUTION tape, and tightrope walking.



Computer Science is continuing to puzzle me, as we got into math functions in Programming, and a new function called the Modulus (if I remember correctly).
SCI 110 was boring as ever, I honestly feel like I'm in high school when I enter that class with the minority of intelligent beings that have it with me. I'm starting to make a dent as "the smart one" when I responded to someone asking if (if you don't know calc don't try to get this) the integral of sec(x) was sec(x)tan(x) or not. His friends were clueless, so I spoke up and told him it was the derivative. Then I responded to another brainiac's question of "what is 1+1?" with the well known (to me) answer of a window. I overheard someone say "he's too smart." Then we got into groups of 2, and I bored myself with answering a clicker quiz with my partner. I don't know my major very well, but hey, I never professed to. At least I answered all the questions that were answered in the class so far correctly.
I went "home," went to eat, then went and did all my 7 calc problems for homework in about 40 minutes. It's funny, now that I'm doing calc in calc class, I actually can do the problems faster in my head. I was amused. And for once, not throwing a temper tantrum as I worked. It helped I was alone and no friends were distracting me.
Until I joined them after I was done, and they started watching Charlie St Cloud. I may have opted to stay with them, but they apparently thought I was being too noisy as I was searching (without speaking) on my phone for something to show them. So I went back to my room and wrote this all out. Don't know what I'll do with all this time without them.

Hmmm

Got up at 7 so I could write that English thing I mentioned before. Had a bloody nose. Went to eat. Can you tell how much I'm starting to not care about this.

However, I did manage to finish the essay, and actually OVER wrote my goal of one page. Not sure how the professor will take that. I hope I wrote it well enough for him to at least make it all the way through without judging me.
I guess I can let y'all judge me yourselves if you feel like it too.
Here it is! :-P
Now I just need to read my butt off if I'm going to be ready for Computer Science (lecture) in time.
I went to Calc, and thanked my lucky stars that I have a smarter mind in the mornings. Everything that made no sense last night when I was doing homework was crystal clear (cliché) in class.
After rushing back to the dorm, I gathered the crap together and got my clothes into the washer and dryer while wearing my jacket (in Nevada, imagine that) since I had no clean shirts except my formal ones. Just listening to music and wasting time/battery on my laptop.
Then Nicole and Katie joined the boredom and were bored themselves while trying to act entertained by us being boring. I just used 3 forms of the word bore in one sentence. That's how bad it is down here.
English was cool, I got grouped with a couple of non-academic (insert noun here) that had no idea how to analyze themselves, forget popular culture. Half the groups were sent to the lab to pick a song, and write a thesis about what the theme of the song was. I think my mind was only piqued once, when I heard another group choose Concrete Angel, I recalled analyzing that song ages ago, but can't remember when exactly.
My intellectual partners decided to choose 9AM in Dallas, by Drake. Forget analyzing it, I had trouble understanding what he was saying to begin with.
Computer Science actually helped me though, he went over things that were actually relevant finally, like the order to use when setting up a program initially, in addition to examples of Header Files, Global Constants, and Variables that could be defined in a program in general.
I could feel my eyes losing focus, so I knew I had to sleep, but I also knew that if I didn't eat soon, the cafe would close by the time my last class was over. So my stomach won out, and I had a good dinner by my lonesome. I didn't mind, it tasted good. I left, and went to nap the rest of the time until 6:50, when I would walk the 50 feet to my next class at 7.
That was the plan. I ended up passing out until Adam turned on the light at 7:40. I then proceeded to hate my lack of preparation, and question my place in college at all. We'll see how far I get with this work ethic in the end.
A short trip to Nye Hall to say hi to Sierra with Adam, Katie and Nicole (we stayed like 3 minutes) and we returned to our room to do nothing but talk, blog, and do homework. I'll get to calc soon.

On an unrelated note, tomorrow is the big day. Last day to pay for classes (with late fees). And the (supposed) date of my student loan from Citi Bank. Not that I'm nervous at all.

Frikken Ouch

The weekend was too long to document completely, so I'm starting with my school days instead. I know how boring it may seem, but if you read this, you really can do better anyway.

Woke up to realize I have no clean clothes except my "good" shirts and one pair of socks left. I really need to get onto that laundry thing. I then made that one pair of socks no longer clean by stepping on a thorn that proceeded to make my heel bleed onto said sock. Not like I already have a blister on my foot from all the walking, I have to have a puncture on it as well. My right foot couldn't care less.
Calc 3 was predictable, just more math stuff, lines in 3D space and the equation for a plane. Sitting in the front can really be disturbing when the professor won't stop looking in your direction. (The vector of your eyesight needs to add a few coefficients to its Y value...) LOOK HIGHER! You're freaking me out!
I then walked over to the CS lab building where I wrote this portion and looked up where the AB building is so I can continue to be a math nerd at 2:30. There's some Math Colloquium thing today, and if I'm going to major in it, I might as well get as much experience as possible? And this is a weekly thing too, as I heard on my second day here.
No one showed up to the room they had listed. So I went back to the dorm and wasted my life away. Slowly.... Dying.... Of..... Boredom............................ Bleh.
On the bright side, company was provided by my new friends, so my life wasn't deteriorating completely alone. We were also on the receiving end of an appeal for votes in some Dorm Council thing (that I'm obviously-not-paying close attention to) by a Freshman who was almost convinced when I sarcastically talked about my pet penguin going to school in Alaska with me... In addition to the bamboozled look when she asked out majors and my response (after I said math 2 or 3 times) was 1+1=3. Then I repeated math for the 3rd time to her relief.
I went to dinner at the cafe, then went back to my dorm so I could pick up my wallet in order to actually eat at said cafe...
After that was a trip to walmart, I bought Fruit Gushers for the nostalgia factor, and then had a realization that I miss a lot more than I thought when it comes to the goings-on on our dorm floor... That does not make for a happy Jeremy. I like to know things when they happen... Grr. Frustration.
Oh well. maybe I'll get clothes done before class tomorrow. Maybe not. I procrastinate so badly, I'll just have to let you know later.

Amused

So multiple people hate me or are jealous of me due to my completely free Friday.

Thursday night was great, Kyle (Lucky Charms) brought a bunch of us out to his dad's restaurant, and 4/7 of us got free meals out of it. The best parts consisted of Kyle trying not to swear, and a microscopic spider taking a swim in freshly squeezed orange juice.
Friday was good until 11, when I woke up to Adam getting back from class. Then it just became ok, when a bunch of us went to lunch, and I took a trip to Walgreens, about half a mile south of campus.
Follow it up with a dash of drama, a splash of Counter-Strike: Source, ( I thought I was doing well, then was informed that I was playing against robots) and of course, no day would be complete without some deep thinking about this, that, and everything else relevant to my life and intentions. Of course, I didn't get anywhere either.
Nothing memorable happened until late at night, when Sierra, Nicole, Kyle and I went to the Freight House for some delicious pizza and water (because Dr. Pepper is the closest thing they had to lemonade, don't ask me)
We had a great time laughing at the crowd, bouncing in chairs, and just having fun in general. We also had WAY too much food.

This is before.
Below is after. (My personal favorite photo of the night.)

We obviously didn't finish it all.
So with full stomachs and deaf ears, we went back to the dorm and watched The Goonies, which I consider a classic, and a must see in general. We all crammed onto Kyles mattress in the middle of the living room so we could be comfortable in a huddle.

Afterwards, the ladies decided it wasn't worth the effort of walking 2 rooms down at 2 in the morning to go to bed, and proceeded to crash on that same mattress, and in the process hijacked my pillow and blanket that I had so graciously lent to them for their comfort beforehand.

Apparently, the lack of a pillow made my sleeping form similar to that of a vampire, as I was notified in the morning by a couple of creepy girls that had peeked in before Adam and I woke up.

Short and sweet

Thursdays are looking like they'll be my best days, considering I only have one class, Calc 3, for 50 minutes.
Woke up at 9, had plenty of time to get up, and worked on the minecraft server. That's not interesting at all. If it helps any, I made absolutely no progress on it.
Went to Calc, I'm pretty sure the professor recognizes my face by now, considering I've sat in the front for all 4 days, as well as speaking up and asking things. I think it's a step in the right direction for the year.
So I just have to find some way to burn the rest of the day away without feeling like it was a complete waste, as well as trying to find a suitable replacement for my Philosophy credits.
I got my PO Box finally.
PO Box 8311 Reno NV, 89507
is my new address. I know how much you all want to send me stuff, so now you are completely able. Although the walk is so long, I doubt I'll be checking it more than once a week.
I also had fun learning how to print in the main library, and getting my schedule posted in our living room so people aren't wondering where I am at random times of the day and/or thinking I'm dead. Hopefully the rest of the suite follows suit.

Wake up in the morning....

Not that I'm any famous singer, but I've been coming up with parodies to songs that fit my situation this morning. I'll use the clean version and say that my nose just didn't agree with the dry weather for the fourth time, and decided to wake me up at 5 because of said disagreement. This Alaskan may be investing in a humidifier very soon.
Breakfast was "continental" but our food swipes refresh tonight, so I figured, why not? I think I picked the right meal plan so far, considering I'll probably be skipping lunch all 4 of my school days. As I got back to my dorm to pick up my laptop and other class objects, I realized how a box of kleenex on my bed must have looked to Adam, who had no idea of what had transpired before he left for class.

With that in mind, I walked down to the Calc classroom (which is located in the School of Nursing Building), saw 2 girls wearing Delta Delta Delta shirts, and tried not to laugh out loud as I recalled last night's time with the suite 204 girls (and Sierra, who lives in Nye Hall, but "lives" over with us whenever she can). I don't know my position on Greek life. My first thought would understand a desire to belong, to help the community, and pride in being accepted into a house, but the other part is busy judging stereotypes and knowing that no one needs someone else to help them help others, in addition to cringing at the initial financial burden, should one be accepted. But, a couple of the girls are considering it, and I have to respect them regardless, simply because I know their motivations already. All I can do is hope they don't fold to pressures and fall into the stereotype we all know and love from Hollywood. I have faith.
Well, I shouldn't write my notes in my calculator anymore. When PERP If UV=0 shows up, as well as PROJeU=(Ue/LEN(e))(e/LEN(e))
Something is wrong.
But on the bright side, I got to go outside for English 102. We got into groups of 3, and interviewed 2 random people out on campus about their positions on Pop Culture. Now I just have to crack down on the 2 questions I have to answer before next class: What do I think the current cultural climate is, and what is my musical upbringing like? Should be fun, I have plenty of ideas.
So a hop over to the math building brought me to CS, which involved a speech about Bits, Bytes, Hexadecimal, Octal, Decimal, Binary, Words, and a very short presentation about how to actually set up a program "skeleton" so that it is ready to start being used. I get the feeling the next weeks will be more in depth, and I may actually have to start paying attention eventually. I hope so. That lecture was basically a repeat of everything my brother has told me, in addition to common sense. "A Bit has 2 states." "There are 8 Bits in a Byte" zzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.................... Oh are we programming now?
So that was a good time. I'm dropping Philosophy.I don't need a bad class to tell me how to love thinking.
Getting ready for Music Appreciation, my 2.75 hour class once per week at 7, by listening to music. I know how original I am.
So Music Appreciation was like 5th grade band all over again. Sorry Prof, but I know what Dynamics are, and I don't need to snooze through 165 minutes of technical music jargon all over again to be educated and appreciate music better. Didn't help that these dimwitted girls were blabbing next to me the whole time. Well, until we had a 5 minute break. They didn't come back from said break.
After THAT was over, I nearly died about 4 times in quick succession on a trip to walmart with Nicole, Katie, Sierra, Jack, Sam, and Kyle, in Kyle's 6 seater vehicle. Count those names carefully and tell me what's wrong with this picture.
So aside from that, Kyle almost ran off the road while watching a street fight, then bumped a curb with a shopping cart while I was riding the front, almost ran my ankles off when I jumped back on it, and ran-RAN a red light like he was cruising on a side road. I am NEVER complaining about Adam driving slowly again. I'd rather survive slowly than die quickly as paste in the road.
Finished the night off by labeling us all with cereal names. I'm apparently Fruit Loops due to my scary gay voice. Apple Jacks is taken by one of the R.A's downstairs. Sierra is Special K. Katie is Reeses Pieces. Nicole was just named Frosted Flakes. Adam earned the rank of Capn Crunch. Sam (obviously) is Cocoa Puffs. Kyle, due to his knack for staying alive in impossible circumstances, has been dubbed Lucky Charms.
Good Night folks.