I am sad.

You should let the turtle live alone.

Hm

If you made a turtle and you gave it no shell and no legs and one eye, would you make it live its life with other, normal turtles, or would you make it live alone so it never knows it's inferior?


I'm listening to romantic songs

(Two most romantic songs on my playlist: "Don't Wanna Miss a Thing" by Aerosmith and "J'ai Tout Oublie" by Marc Lavoine & Cristina Morocco)

and I'm trying to pretend I know what they're about and it's kind of nice. It's also kind of weird because I suddenly feel very moved by the ray tracer I'm trying to build for CS.

This is my second add-on to this post. (Psst... It's no longer 11/12 but I'm too cool to post two days in a row) I've decided I should never listen to music while I study because a) it makes my homework seem way too dramatic and b) part a is irrelevant because I end not doing my homework anyway. I've also decided that Thomas Newman is the most brilliant, brilliant composer there ever was, and that film music the best kind of music, period.

4 best Thomas Newman soundtracks:

1. Road to Perdition. JUST BEAUTIFUL. The main theme is classic Newman, evocative and full of strings, then come the tracks that betray his recent (well, semi-recent) foray into experimental sounds and exotic instrumentation. Amazing.
2. American Beauty. One of the all time greatest soundtracks ever. Which is a broad generalization to make, considering I don't really know much about music. But whatever, it's great.
3. Finding Nemo. The main theme is a Waltz. Also, it's so beautiful it makes you want to cry.
4. Um. I don't really have one. I actually only know the above three. I'm kind of a shitty fan.

Also, I just silently burped and I'm proud because no one noticed.

House

I've never been so delighted to see old people kiss!

My blog is useless

Other peoples' blogs are full of rich, informative insight into the world and themselves. The entries are interesting and witty. My blog entries are much like myself: short and dumb. And kind of ugly. Did you see the formatting on the last two? Ick.

And now a picture taken completely out of context

(For the pathologically curious, this is the image found on the Penn Relays trophy, and depicts happier times when relays were best run in the nude and supervised by Ben Franklin. Also, I have the maturity of a 5-year-old.)





I am a sucker for attention.

I was studying in the bookstore today when a man wandered in and started talking loudly to himself. This went on for a while, until he decided to shake things up and talk loudly to the strangers around him instead. It was, to say the least, very irritating, and everyone in the vicinity eventually left. I, too, decided to pack my stuff and leave, but not before he noticed that I was still around and lumbered over to chat. I braced myself and prepared to ignore him, but as soon as he started talking to me, I was won over. I decided I liked him, and engaged in light conversation for the few seconds before a security guard came and gently escorted him away.

Am I boring?

Yes.






Four random horrifying childhood memories:


Getting pecked to death by chickens. Multiple times.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KgPMe51Uoxg

Um... Okay. So, not that horrifying in retrospect. But I cannot describe the initial terror my brother and I felt when we realized the chickens would actually attack.

Watership Down.

Without a doubt, one of the most brutal, violent, sadistic "children's" movies ever made. It made me scared of movies containing rabbits. I cried once when our kindergarten class started watching a BBC version of "Peter Rabbit" because I was convinced that at any moment, blood would come pouring out of Peter's every orifice.







Petting zoo in preschool.

Rabbits have not been good to me.

We had a petting zoo bring bunnies and tarantulas to our preschool. I liked the tarantulas. They were cute and stupid. I was terrified of the bunnies.

Some genius decided it was a good idea to let the bunnies run around unattended in a room full of 5-year-olds. What they failed to take into account was that rabbits have an annoying tendency to die horribly when under extreme stress (like, say, the stress that comes from a little kid trying to pull your ears off). I successfully caught a bunny, watched its little heart beat visibly and its little nose twitch, and decided it was so cute--until it decided to die. In my lap. While my parents watched.

I cried and dropped it, and it was reanimated, but the image of its temporarily lifeless form was forever burned into my mind.

Getting lost on a beach.

This one may not really count, because my memory of it was very fuzzy. I don't know which beach, how old I was, who was there, or--if I'm going to completely honest--if I was even really lost. All I can remember is suddenly feeling terrified and not being able to find my parents, and sitting in a puddle of wet sand and crying. However, I recently found a photograph of me at a beach, sitting in a puddle of wet sand and crying, while my mother laughs in the distance. So either I was an incredibly stupid kid with incredibly mean parents, or I was not actually lost.

Dunkin' Donuts

I love Dunkin' Donuts. I am such a frequent patron that the people there know me. They have good bagels.