11-25-03 4:03 AM

Today (and I quantify "today" as the period of time between the last time I was asleep and now) has been very productive.

First of all, I got the schedule that I was shooting for, namely, the schedule that includes Calc III, Linear Alg., Intro To CS II H, and Writing the Essay: The sciences, and somehow still manages only to have classes on Mondays and Wednesdays. So basically, I have math, math, programming in Java, and writing about science, and a four day weekend every week. I love my life.

Since I didn't go to class today .. oops .. I had time to write my two 8 page papers that constitute my Genomics Final, and prepare a presentation and PowerPoint about them. I find it odd how easy the papers where to do ... maybe I'm becoming a better writer. On the other hand, one of the papers suggested bringing Hitler back to life to help science, so maybe not.

I'm so awesome.

Anyways, time now for sleep and such things, because I have to go to physics lab tomorrow. Oh well. Goodnight.

11-21-03 11:47 PM

Well, of course I jinxed myself. Headache. Excedrin. The whole deal. I love it.

11-19-03 4:30 PM

Lacking things to talk about, I'll talk of the lack of a thing:

I have not had a headache in over a week. In fact, ever since I stopped consuming caffeine, I only got one bad headache, and I made the mistake of treating it with Excedrin, which caused a rebound headache the next day. The next time that I felt a headache coming on, I just went to the gym, and kicked it's ass. Endorphins really are amazing.

So, yeah ... not having headaches is great.

11-14-03 3:41 AM

There are few things better than taking a walk late at night with my friend Sasha.

You see, while most intelligent people try to suppress their hatred of everything that is inferior to them, Sasha revels in it.

Everyone hates homeless people, but who else but him would respond to a homeless man's request for a penny with "No we don't have any pennies; we're New Yorkers!"

That's right: no body.

Anyway, we decided to go against everybody's advice and take a nice relaxing stroll in central park, at around two thirty. Well, contrary to popular belief, being in the park at night is completely safe, because even the thugs are afraid to be there. There was nobody there. At all. No homeless people, no drunks, nothing. It was great.

Anyways, I have to wake up in 11 hours: boohoo, poor me.

So, goodnight.

11-11-03 1:24 AM

I spent the whole day working out my schedule, exactly for the next semester, and then generally for each semester thereafter. I was amazing with the results. First of all, if everything goes according to plan (and that is a very big if), then I will only have class on Monday and Wednesday next semester. How amazing is that?

Anyway, the next thing is even more amazing, at least for me. I realized that I am going to double major in physics and math. You know .. the two hardest majors ever. This is going to be fun. Here is what I came up with for my years at NYU: My Tentative Schedule. Not only will I have majors in physics and math, but I'll even have a join minor in math and CS (I'm not sure how that works), and room for ONE entire three credit class of my choice. Hurray!

Anyways, I have a migraine so bad right now that I'm leaving out letters as I type, so goodnight.

11-10-03 10:19 AM

Well, you can all start calling me again. I got a new phone ... actually, it's the same phone, I just had to pay a shiny new price for it. Anyways, the number is the same.

In other news, I just wrote 2.5 pages for what was supposed to be a one page paper for Conwest. Albeit it only took 30 minutes, but I should till go Bobst myself. (That's the name of the library where people like to jump, in case you are confused.) Anyways, off to class.

11-4-03 1:46 PM

Yeah, so I love NYC.

You see, I was playing DDR at the Port Authority, and I left my stuff on the machine for like 30 seconds to go get more coins.

As I was walking back to the machine, I see this guy walking away from where my stuff was. I walk over, and, sure enough, I see that my wallet is turned over, and the money that was in it is gone. Not noticing anything else, I walk over to the guy, who is now outside the arcade, and say something like "Did you happen to see who took my money?" Of course, he's like "I dunno wa you talkin 'bout, boy." So I say, "Can you just give me back my money?" Obviously, his answer was something like "Sheeez son, you best step back fo' I do some damage."

At this point I figured that I had no recourse. There were no police officers in sight, so i couldn't very well accuse him right there, since he might attack me. Besides, I thought that all he had was my money, and if this was the case, I couldn't prove that he had taken it, since all money is the same. I mentally wrote off the 30 something dollars as a lose.

Of course, my logic had failed me. In the heat of the moment, I had failed to realize that that filthy motherfucker had also taken something much more valuable and important: my cell phone. So because I didn't realize that he had my phone, I now don't have it. So, until further notice, don't call me.

Anyways, this is all just very inconveniant. Oh, and I hope that that phone and money stealing bastard dies. The End.

11-3-03 6:28 AM

Would you look at the time? No, I didn't just wake up. In fact, I haven't been asleep yet. You see, I decided that it would be a good idea to leave my physics lab, which was due last Tuesday, my laundry, which I hadn't done for two and a half weeks,  and my genomics take home midterm for the day that I planned on spending with Ilona. Of course, I did spend it, wonderfully, with her, and then proceeded to start my work / laundry. Well, I guess I should also mention the TV watching and video game playing .Well, here I am. I finished.

Now my lab is a funny story in and of itself. You see, when I was doing this lab (two Tuesdays ago), I kind of assumed that I could figure out what we were supposed to be doing without actually looking at, let alone reading, the lab manual. Needless to say, I fucked up royally. When I sat down to write the lab up, I realized that I had neglected to take down over half of the data that I needed, and that I had taken down the other half incorrectly. So basically, I had, and have, no data. Since the lab was due last Tuesday, it would be a little awkward to beg for mercy in person at this point, so I typed up a cover page that includes my sad story and some begging, and I plan to slide it under the TA's door when the physics building opens in an hour. Hopefully he is not an early bird. Well, so much for being a physicist.

My genomics midterm, which was basically a collection of essays that I had to write, ended up taking 11 pages double spaced, making it officially the longest assignment I have ever completed. Congratulations to me.

So the plan is to "hand in" my physics lab at 7:30, hand in my Genomics Midterm shortly thereafter, go grab something to eat (if I feel like it), and then sleep until 5, when I have to go to a scholar's lecture thingy.

Oh .. BTW, I'm still fucked, because on Thursday I have calc and physics hw due, both of which are about subject matter which I don't know, and I won't have time to do it today, on Tuesday I'm going to a Rangers game, and on Wednesday I'm seeing Ilona again. So, yeah, Bobst would be looking pretty good right about now ... if I cared about my grades, which, luckily, I just don't.

In other tragic news, Jed took down his website ... would everyone please email him and tell him to put it back up. You see, nobody actually cares about my site, but I get readers because they follow his links here. So tell him, for my sake. Thanks, I always knew you all loved me.

11-1-03 12:57 AM

Well, one of the people who was partying with my suitemates was trying to walk to her room with three bottles of alcohol, and as she opened the door, the person in charge of the building or some such thing walked by, and busted everyone. My suitemates tried to get the blame off of me, but we'll see how things turn out. I doubt anything will happen, but if it does, oh well. I could use a reputation as a party animal of some sort, just so I could prove people wrong later.

11-1-03 12:01 AM

Well, I spent all of Halloween sitting in my dorm room, doing nothing, or next to nothing. Everyone else (even Jed) was out partying or some such thing. I stayed in my room. I don't think that I would have enjoyed the parties that went on. In fact, I know that I wouldn't have. I don't enjoy the things that other people consider fun. Right now, outside my door (which is open, since it can't stop sound anyway), my suitemates and there friends are partying. They're smoking pot and drinking and listening to shitty rap music. They're nice people, but because of the ancillary activities going on, they aren't really talking to each other. Rather, they are enjoying the smoking and the drinking. Now some girl is coughing like a maniac because she did too much pot. I don't see how any of this is fun. In fact, I'm having more fun typing this than I would be having if I participated in their party. And its the same all over the world isn't it? People think that this concept of partying is fun. Oh well, I guess that I just won't fit in anywhere. And yet, somehow I fail to be a classic social outcast. I have plenty of friends, and people talk to me, even if half the time I don't respond. I don't know ... may be it's the concept of the party, and not I, that is flawed. Anyway, the Halloween thing did not make me happy. It just emphasized all of the things that I don't like about college life. On the other hand, the smaller scale of the "college life" that goes on here is one of the reasons that I think that I'm going to stay at NYU. For example, I can't transfer to Rutgers, or any other large state school, because of the large frat scene there. I don't think I could tolerate having to watch a bunch of drunk frat boys coming home from their kegger (sp?) and pushing people around and such. I'd probably snap, and attack them, and get my ass kicked. At least I got some programming done today. That is one thing that I have been consistently good at since I started it. I don't understand why I can't just stick to that and enjoy it. Instead I just keep trying new things, in hope that I will like it. And that goes back to why I went to NYU; I came here because I thought it would be something new, something different from EB. Well, I guess it was, but it wasn't better. I keep wanting to change who I am because I'm never happy in any particular form, and so I thought that I would somehow turn into some sort of NYC socialite if I moved here. Obviously I didn't .How could I have? I hate these type of people. What compelled me to want to be like them? Well, it was the same thing that compels me in everything else: an aversion from the negative. I didn't like it in suburbia, so I thought that I'd try an urban environment. Obviously, that logic is flawed. The thing that I forgot when I made my decision is that the unhappiness that I feel is internal. It is not a consequence of my environment. Rather, it is a consequence of the type of person that I am. I am never happy with what I have. And it's not like I am always striving for something better like some sort of motivational figure. I am always striving for something different, not necessarily better. I have some sort of wanderlust, which I cannot really explain. I just can't be happy. Anywhere. That's why I like trance. It lets me go away. I don't go anywhere in particular, just away. I think if it were not for the fact that I hate loosing control, I would undoubtedly be a drug addict. Is that not a primarily reason why people get addicted to drugs? Do not they use drugs as an escape? But I can't be a drug addict, because that would require me to sacrifice the one thing that I have always and invariably valued: intelligence. I stopped drinking and smoking for that reason. When I was under the influence of those drugs, I was not intelligent. I was not thinking clearly, and was not in control. Because of this, it was supremely un-enjoyable. On the other hand, trance, or music in general, lets me leave this world, which I don't particularly like, at times, and go nowhere, without giving up my ability to think clearly. Therefore, I love music. Interestingly, being with Ilona has a similar effect on me. I leave my normal existence, and am just "with her." But I retain myself, which is something that I could not do under the influence of drugs. Well, my suitemates are inviting me to join them. I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do at this party, or whatever it is, but I have nothing better to do, so bye.