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... but not necessarily cleaner or neater.
home of the blackness. btw check out the ladies at top left ;)
heap of mess| that illusive try line | |
it's almost 3 in the morning.
just got back from a day of senseless fun. enjoyed it while it last, feeling empty.
essay - not started
pre-lab - untouched
machine problem - stuck
math homework - don't wanna think about it
exams - in a weeks time
didn't get any work done for the weekend. but aren't we supposed to enjoy our weekends. i need time to think, to reflect, to ponder and not just to do everything frantically.
homecoming weekend didn't turn out to be as good as i thought. we lost at home to minnesota, which was pretty bad. the clock literally had 10 seconds to go, and we had one shot at getting the touch down that would level the score.
i think what i am afraid of is losing my grasp on that last opportunity, because many times in life you only get one shot. i know what loss and defeat feels like - it's bitter and putrid. that's why i've always strived to land that touch down, to taste victory.
but so far that try line has been illusive. i feel alone, like one versus fifteen.
i don't know if i'll eventually get there. that's what i have to find out for myself. but one thing is certain - when i do finally get over the try line, i'll act like i've been there before.
+listening to: red mosquito by pearl jam
| hmm... interesting | |
check it out:
i love how they did the one captioned "at the office", with one hand on the phone. ROFL. rite.
and on a completely unrelated note, something interesting also happened during math today
*in the middle of the lecture*
professor: "... and the blue line represents the direction of L1 mapped from Rn to Rm, and the orange line represents the direction of L2 mapped from Rn to Rm, and that should be it."
student A: "sir, the orange line is wrong'
professor: ''er... nope it is... absolutely CORRECT... unless you're colourblind."
student B (at back of class): "don't make fun of colourblind people."
professor: "i'm irish, i can make fun of whoever i like."
*lecture goes on for 5 min*
professor: "and the vector p should point in this direction... oop hold on a minute, i got my directions mixed up."
student B (mutters): "irish fucks can't tell left from right!"
*small commotion*
professor: "what was that? if you are trying to say something funny, you should speak up."
student B: ''irish people can't tell their left from right."
professor: "eh... that's not what you said a moment ago. unless i'm drunk."
*lecture hall burst into spontaneous laughter*
*lecture continues*
| couple of things you should know | |
have you ever paid any attention to the people who made those cardboard boxes for all your pizza deliveries?
i think it's time you did. they're obviously trying to send a message.
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| Lobster Nite!!! | |
omg lobster night at the dining hall. i might have shat myself while eating the lobsters. it's orgasmic...
even bibs for eating lobsters are provided!
new england clam bake!
angry angry lobster
the juicy, succulent, irresistible
the galore
the aftermath xD| Fall | |
fall arrived in the most flamboyant of fashions. unlike the subtlety of spring, which creeps in on you and keeps you guessing with anticipation, fall is unpretentious, almost to the point of bluntness.
as i woke up today, it was freezing outside. the weather widget on my computer says it's 3 degrees celcius out. the usually welcoming morning air suddenly turned painfully piercing, and for the first time as far as i could remember, i turned the tap in the bathroom sink towards the "warm" side.
the colours seem to have produced the starkest of contrast overnight. wilted foliage and the broken twigs and branches on the floor made the walk to the morning class that much more scenic. the flaming maple leaves and those that refused to shed their shades of green serve as a constant reminder that fall is still very much a work in progress, on a grand scale.
the lazy sunlight renders blotches of light, dark, light, dark all over campustown like a shadow puppeteer. traversing through the quad thus presented some of the most interesting challenges: keeping yourself in the warm and fuzzy sunshine while picking the shortest route to get to the other side in this freezing weather.
the quad squirrels seemed much more restrained, just foraging around an occasional tree looking for fallen pine nuts and whatever they can find i suppose; for once they're not chasing each other frantically around the place.
steaming breaths, hands in pockets, hooded sweaters; and then there's the odd rebel or two still in bermudas and t-shirt. the rosy cheeks of those on bycicles trying to fight the windchill, and the looks of discomfort on the faces of those who decided to brave the sardine-packed campus shuttle - it is as much about the change of seasons as it is about the people.
a fistful of colours, splashed onto the 50 or so acres of stunning backdrop. so ends september, fall comes knocking.
+listening to: wake me up when september ends by green day
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