Unnecessary Self Pity.

I got my 25 page Senior paper done!!!!!!!!

Then I remembered that I still have two large papers and two small papers to write and my senior presentation to give and the re-write of my senior paper.

And finals week...

But such is life.

It's Time to Kill this Senior Paper!

Cute Animal Theory

Warning: This is not an actual scientific study, merely my observations.

I have a theory that if a stranger has a cute animal then people (well probably more likely girls, but since I'm a girl I'm going to work off that perspective) are more likely to talk to them. I will illustrate my case, but first here is a graph I made up for my theory, because it makes it look more legit.

Observation 1:
If the stranger has no animal then people will go out of their way to pretend that person does not exist.

 

Observation 2:
If the stranger has a typical type pet like a dog or cat (but really just a dog, because who walks around with a cat?) then people will typically bypass acknowledging the stranger's existence (unless it's to ask the name of the dog) but pay attention to the animal.

Observation 3:
Then there is the smaller, cuter animals such as a duck or bunny. People will go out of the way to talk to these strangers. Small animals cause people to not even care that they don't know the stranger and instead they act as though it is their best friend who is carrying around the animal.

And that's the end of my theory.

The Playground is a Dangerous Place

Kamikaze Games:

 

Climbing up the Slide:

 

 

Mean Kids:

 

Jumping off the Swings:

 

 

Just Plain Dumb Ideas:

 

 

Threshold

I have just passed a threshold (wow that word looks weird, but I looked it up and its spelled right). Today, for some reason, it became acceptable in my mind to blurt out an odd random comment to complete strangers in a bathroom. Pictured below is me, my awkward comment, two high school girls by a heater (it was at a football game that was cold) in a bathroom:

My Life Right Now

25 pg senior paper + 12 pg Medieval History paper + 10 pg History of the South paper=

 

(See I can do math!)

Although that's not the complete truth, because I have to work today. I also have to socialize or I'm pretty sure I'll die. But that picture sums up what I know I should be doing and how much I'll like it while I do it.

Equal Opportunity Harassment

In Medieval History class on Tuesday I ended up with four pages of notes, but I'm afraid without re-looking at my notes I only remember 2 things:

1. Vikings provide equal opportunity harassment, i.e. they will kill anyone.

2. You never know when a Viking will pop up out of no where. Seriously there might be one behind you right now.

I'm going to add a point of my own.
3. You also never know when a moose might pop up out of no where.

I only added that because for some reason I had a random moose drawn in the middle of my notes. I tend to doodle. Now it's time to go to bed.

Wal-mart Receipt

Do you know what I dislike? When I sneeze and there is snot bubbling and oozing all over my face and the the only thing remotely resembling a kleenex is a Wal-mart receipt in my purse. Thank goodness for Wal-mart.

The Math Monster

Last night I helped a friend, who is a senior in high school, with her pre-calculus homework. It was agonizingly painful and I really was only able to figure out one problem that had some inversely related blah blah blah, this is why I am majoring in History. I thought I could help because I did in fact go to a Math and Science High School, but apparently if you don’t do math for four years it becomes this terrible monster that is ferocious and difficult to tackle and defeat. Sometimes impossible.

                          Tonight I came face to face with the Math Monster:

 

And the math monster has an imaginary friend. Last time I helped my friend with her homework the problem had imaginary numbers. I freaked for a moment (or an hour) because I forgot those things actually existed, or do they? It still confuses me.

                              This is the Math Monster's imaginary friend:

Friend: “Will I ever have to know this in real life?” (Referring to imaginary numbers.)

Me: “What do you want to major in?”

Friend: “Family and Consumer Sciences”

Me: “Um, no, never.”

I was curious, though, what is the purpose of imaginary numbers? I called my dad who is an engineer and has actually checked out a Calculus book from the library before.

Dad: “You know that squealing noise a sound system makes. That’s an imaginary number” 

Translation: Just another reason to hate math.

Definition of imaginary: Existing only in the imagination

Definition of imagination: The formation of something that is not perceived as real.

I have come to the conclusion that the imaginary number is some diabolical creation of the Math Monster's mind and the terrible, ear shattering cry we are hearing is the Math Monster itself and it’s hiding behind the disguise of its "imaginary" friend.

So the next time you hear that squeal, just remember the Math Monster is lurking nearby waiting to suck the fun out of the room.

How My Brain Works

Once in 10th grade chemistry we were learning about radiation. While our notes were supposed to consist of a bunch of formulas, my notes looked more like this:

Give or take, because it was obviously done in pencil in my notes. This very well could be the reason why I changed my major from Biochemistry to History. This is the way my brain works so I thought it would be appropriate as my first post.