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.
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