Birthdays are fun.
Yesterday marked my 19th year upon this good earth, and I must admit that I'm enjoying being back among the land of the prime numbers. Everything feels better when you are divisible only by one and yourself.
The weather was beautiful yesterday, and I had a picnic lunch of sushi and apricots outside on campus. This was very enjoyable until I noticed that evening that I had gotten quite sunburned in the 45 -45!- minutes that I had spent outside. Curse you, my Scandinavian heritage. You have thwarted me once again.
I received lots of birthday wishes yesterday, for which I am grateful, and several new photos and songs of Spring Awakening fandom, which will cheer anyone up. On Friday one of my classmates, who also has a birthday this week, and I are going to celebrate in our discussion section. We haven't notified out TA about this yet, but oh well. It's almost spring break.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Spam!
I always enjoy checking the spam folder of my junk email account. I have two email accounts, one for serious business like school, and another one that I've had since the seventh grade and I use for filling out the email requirement on things like free online IQ tests (I know, I know- you can't really measure intelligence). Needless to say, it doesn't really surprise me when I get seventy or more spam messages a day. I think it's fun to look at the subject lines and see what spammers are trying to lure me in with these days. I am often propositioned to become a nurse or police officer, but I have to admit that I'm concerned about anyone who becomes a nurse or police officer because a spam email told them it would be easy.
Today, while looking at my spam folder (a meager 24 messages, but the day is young) I happened to look at the date the messages were sent. The oldest ones were very expectable- March 17, 2009. But the newest messages had actually been sent from dates like March 20 and March 21. That's right- I've been getting spam messages FROM THE FUTURE. I find this all very exciting. It's like they brought their game to a whole new level, and I've been invited to play along. It's just too bad that the mystery of the dates doesn't keep me from emptying the folder without opening a single message. Keep trying, spammers, keep trying...
Today, while looking at my spam folder (a meager 24 messages, but the day is young) I happened to look at the date the messages were sent. The oldest ones were very expectable- March 17, 2009. But the newest messages had actually been sent from dates like March 20 and March 21. That's right- I've been getting spam messages FROM THE FUTURE. I find this all very exciting. It's like they brought their game to a whole new level, and I've been invited to play along. It's just too bad that the mystery of the dates doesn't keep me from emptying the folder without opening a single message. Keep trying, spammers, keep trying...
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Victory!
I got the internship!
I received the email today from the Writer's Workshop congratulating me on my acceptance in the Peer Consultant Program for the 09-10 year. I've been obsessively checking my email all weekend, even though we were only supposed to find out by the end of the week. When I saw that I had an email from the director of the program I was incredibly nervous, because I didn't want to find out if I'd been rejected. Luckily, though, I was in. Immediately after reading the email I acted like a total dork and called my mom. Yeah, I know, not exactly the coolest thing to do, but it was big news and I wanted to tell her. I wish that I could start the program now, but I have to wait until next semester. Sigh... I suppose I really shouldn't be anxious to start more work, but this internship is almost exactly what I want to do for the rest of my life, and I'm really excited to start.
I received the email today from the Writer's Workshop congratulating me on my acceptance in the Peer Consultant Program for the 09-10 year. I've been obsessively checking my email all weekend, even though we were only supposed to find out by the end of the week. When I saw that I had an email from the director of the program I was incredibly nervous, because I didn't want to find out if I'd been rejected. Luckily, though, I was in. Immediately after reading the email I acted like a total dork and called my mom. Yeah, I know, not exactly the coolest thing to do, but it was big news and I wanted to tell her. I wish that I could start the program now, but I have to wait until next semester. Sigh... I suppose I really shouldn't be anxious to start more work, but this internship is almost exactly what I want to do for the rest of my life, and I'm really excited to start.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Magical Scones
Scones are delicious.
I really just want to point this out and get it out of my system. One of the late night dining services on campus has absolutely amazing scones. They're so good that I have dreams about them. Seriously.
In other news, it's Friday, which is a good day of the week. It's a busy Friday, as I have a luncheon with the Dean of Honors and an interview for a position in the Writing Workshop, but I'm looking forward to both of these events, so it's okay. And then it will be Saturday, which is my designated day for working on my illustrated book detailing the history of abortion. It will be cheerful, yes? I need the illustrations for a presentation I'm doing for the Undergraduate Research Symposium, which is a really serious sounding name but apparently you're allowed to use drawings in your explanation, so it can't be that serious. However, it may turn out that when I get there I'm the only one who isn't taking this completely seriously and I will look like a fool. At least I'll be a fool with pictures, though.
I really just want to point this out and get it out of my system. One of the late night dining services on campus has absolutely amazing scones. They're so good that I have dreams about them. Seriously.
In other news, it's Friday, which is a good day of the week. It's a busy Friday, as I have a luncheon with the Dean of Honors and an interview for a position in the Writing Workshop, but I'm looking forward to both of these events, so it's okay. And then it will be Saturday, which is my designated day for working on my illustrated book detailing the history of abortion. It will be cheerful, yes? I need the illustrations for a presentation I'm doing for the Undergraduate Research Symposium, which is a really serious sounding name but apparently you're allowed to use drawings in your explanation, so it can't be that serious. However, it may turn out that when I get there I'm the only one who isn't taking this completely seriously and I will look like a fool. At least I'll be a fool with pictures, though.
Monday, March 9, 2009
The Phantom Administrator
This is probably going to be a very short post, because the dining hall just opened and I am very, very hungry.
Having said that, now, I'm probably going to prove myself wrong.
I downloaded Windows Media Player 11 yesterday, and now my music player is all shiny and new. I can now also get my computer to recognize my mp3 player and add new music to it. This is very important, because a friend of mine recently sent me the soundtrack to Spring Awakening, which is an amazing musical that won the Best Musical Tony this year. My friend and I are going to run away to Chicago this summer to see it.
Downloading the music player has been about the only thing that has gone well with my computer lately. A week or two ago it started up with the blue screen of death, which caused me great anguish and made me torment the other dorm residents with my wails of anguish. It recovered, though, and started, but from that point on a small bubble has been popping up on my screen saying, "Your computer is infected! It is recommended to start spyware cleaner tool." The first time I saw this I was genuinely alarmed until I clicked on the bubble and it took me a website in order to purchase anti-spyware software. I said no. "No to scamming trojans!" (That was me.)
But from that point on the bubble has refused to disappear, and it repeatedly makes this little, "I have appeared noise!" even though it's there all the time. And, from time to time, an Internet Explorer window will randomly open on my computer with about 1175023500 tabs that I must individually click closed before I can close the window. And sometimes my computer will tell me it is shutting down, and that the administrator has authorized this. Now, this sounds legitimate, but I happen to have it on good authority that I am the administrator for my computer, and I authorized no such action. This mysterious administrator has also made impossible to change my desktop, and he has disabled the task manager. Whenever I try to access it an angry little box says, "This function has been disabled by the administrator." No! It hasn't been! I am the administrator! It's not disabled! Help!
In good news, however, I have applied to a peer consultant program with the university's Writing Workshop. If I'm accepted I get to work for independent credit helping other students with thier papers. After I work there for a year I can even get paid for it!
That at least, is exciting. The haunted computer, not so much. But it does keep me on my toes.
Having said that, now, I'm probably going to prove myself wrong.
I downloaded Windows Media Player 11 yesterday, and now my music player is all shiny and new. I can now also get my computer to recognize my mp3 player and add new music to it. This is very important, because a friend of mine recently sent me the soundtrack to Spring Awakening, which is an amazing musical that won the Best Musical Tony this year. My friend and I are going to run away to Chicago this summer to see it.
Downloading the music player has been about the only thing that has gone well with my computer lately. A week or two ago it started up with the blue screen of death, which caused me great anguish and made me torment the other dorm residents with my wails of anguish. It recovered, though, and started, but from that point on a small bubble has been popping up on my screen saying, "Your computer is infected! It is recommended to start spyware cleaner tool." The first time I saw this I was genuinely alarmed until I clicked on the bubble and it took me a website in order to purchase anti-spyware software. I said no. "No to scamming trojans!" (That was me.)
But from that point on the bubble has refused to disappear, and it repeatedly makes this little, "I have appeared noise!" even though it's there all the time. And, from time to time, an Internet Explorer window will randomly open on my computer with about 1175023500 tabs that I must individually click closed before I can close the window. And sometimes my computer will tell me it is shutting down, and that the administrator has authorized this. Now, this sounds legitimate, but I happen to have it on good authority that I am the administrator for my computer, and I authorized no such action. This mysterious administrator has also made impossible to change my desktop, and he has disabled the task manager. Whenever I try to access it an angry little box says, "This function has been disabled by the administrator." No! It hasn't been! I am the administrator! It's not disabled! Help!
In good news, however, I have applied to a peer consultant program with the university's Writing Workshop. If I'm accepted I get to work for independent credit helping other students with thier papers. After I work there for a year I can even get paid for it!
That at least, is exciting. The haunted computer, not so much. But it does keep me on my toes.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Time Keeps on Slipping, Slipping, Slipping...
So... time goes really quickly. I'm continually surprised by the date. Why can't I seem to keep track of how much time is passing? In a way, this is good, because it means that I'm not bored or otherwise poorly entertained by my lifestyle. But at the same time... it feels as if I spend all of my time doing nothing. I know that this isn't actually true, but yet I can't help feeling that I'm wasting absolutely all of my time.
However, after speculating for some time (further time wasted?) I reach the conclusion that if time is passing quickly it's just an indication of being happy. If I don't need to dwell on what I'm doing or continually look forward to the future, then I'm happy and that's good.
So temporal disorientation is actually good. Who would have thought?
However, after speculating for some time (further time wasted?) I reach the conclusion that if time is passing quickly it's just an indication of being happy. If I don't need to dwell on what I'm doing or continually look forward to the future, then I'm happy and that's good.
So temporal disorientation is actually good. Who would have thought?
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Hello, January... Wait, February.
February? Really? As in, well into my second semester of college and necessitating that I begin writing again? No, sir, you are surely jesting.
My temporal sense has become very disoriented. Today is the the third of February, a Tuesday, and yet I somehow managed to convince my self that it was both Monday (yesterday) and the fourth (tomorrow) at the same time. Wednesday is going to throw me for a loop. At times like these I feel very much like Arthur Dent. Just as he could never get the hang of Thursdays, Wednesdays will forever be my bane.
I've returned to college to find that it is much the same. I spend my time pursuing various intellectual interests. I still haven't become much of an athlete, but I do enjoy walking around campus. I've started to take purely recreational walks in the evenings.
My newly acquired turntable and I are getting along famously. Our bond is going to become the stuff of legends.
I've begun reading The Moral Property of Women: A History of Birth Control in America. It's fascinating, if dry.
My thoughts, at this point in the evening, have become less than focused. Methinks I should take myself off to bed, if not off to sleep.
Hello, second semester.
My temporal sense has become very disoriented. Today is the the third of February, a Tuesday, and yet I somehow managed to convince my self that it was both Monday (yesterday) and the fourth (tomorrow) at the same time. Wednesday is going to throw me for a loop. At times like these I feel very much like Arthur Dent. Just as he could never get the hang of Thursdays, Wednesdays will forever be my bane.
I've returned to college to find that it is much the same. I spend my time pursuing various intellectual interests. I still haven't become much of an athlete, but I do enjoy walking around campus. I've started to take purely recreational walks in the evenings.
My newly acquired turntable and I are getting along famously. Our bond is going to become the stuff of legends.
I've begun reading The Moral Property of Women: A History of Birth Control in America. It's fascinating, if dry.
My thoughts, at this point in the evening, have become less than focused. Methinks I should take myself off to bed, if not off to sleep.
Hello, second semester.
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