Dance Dance Dance

I am on a dance high after the show. This is bad for productivity, but good for... my calf muscles, I guess. And my hygiene--my mom recently presented me with a gift bag of various self-cleaning supplies (a hint? perhaps). I still smell like Butterfly Flower, which--while I am not exactly sure what that is--is infinitely better than Stale Indian.

Also, the fishbowl-couch area of downstairs Van Pelt is excellent for people watching. I have spent the last hour or so staring creepily outside the window at the hoards of sleepy students/professors/Asian tourists shuffling by. Good to know I am not the only one who mutters visibly to myself when I think no one is looking.



(Whoops, I accidentally posted this on the officers blog at first. It was bound to happen eventually.)

Something to remember

When I tested for my black belt freshman year of high school, I learned how to push myself to my limit--then go beyond that. I somehow developed a willpower so strong that it overtook my physical weaknesses. I need to return to that mindset now. Stop thinking, just do it. Keep going and going and when you shut down, ignore it.

Argh

Argh argh argh argh argh argh argh argh!

Argh!

I want to light a fire and watch it burn.

Boom

So I think I have reached one of those points where I have so much to do, with so much at stake, and no time in which to do it. There is no way I can do all of these things at the level that I should. It is impossible. I am not panicking, because I dont think I really have the ability to panic, but it still disturbs me. But, one way or the other, everything will be resolved--either through failure, success, or some half-assed attempt at success--and everything will return to normal. And then it will be on to the next wave, and the next, but thats how it goes so I dont mind.

Pop! goes the weasel

Advice I would give my freshman self if I were to go back in time as a ghost

Join Siggraph
Watch those grades
Go to the library and study every now and then
Stop being a creeper in the corner and actually talk to people
Get a new wardrobe/Brush your hair/Get better makeup--that drug store business isnt fooling anyone
Save your dining dollars and buy an ABP gift card
Work for Norm
Get to know the Indians

You can have your 80 degree weather

I will take my freezing cold and boring city and roommate buddy and go have some bumbling fun.

My dream

I had a dream that everyone--the vague "everyone" of Dreamland--was taken somewhere by a bunch of armed guards to be killed and eaten. We were being covered in plastic wrap and put in boxes and loaded in trucks. I found Seth Rogen in a box and asked if I could share it with him. He didnt say anything, probably because of the plastic wrap. I went into the box anyway. I started talking to him during the ride (I was not covered in plastic wrap), because talking comforted me, but he never replied. I realized that he was probably taking the time to think his last thoughts, and I was interrupting. I felt bad.

In the end, I turned into a yellow sparrow and somehow saved everyone with golf carts.

I still feel bad about annoying Seth Rogen.