The irony of what just happened to me is so thick I'm still scraping it off...

So I'm at the library, trying to study for my Physics test tomorrow. And I'm at the computers where I usually study/write papers. Except the computer that I always use...which I secretly consider my "lucky studying computer," is taken by some dude. So I log in at some other computer, and then after a while, the guy leaves, so I'm thinking to myself, "How do I get up and go to that computer without looking neurotic?" (Notice how neurotic people try so hard to not seem neurotic??) So I finally come up with the perfect idea: get up and go to the bathroom and then come back, and sit at the lucky computer.

So I do that, and the plan is working, until I try to log into the computer, and it freezes up. Ok, yeah, that's a little ironic, but I just brush it off and restart the computer, and try again. It still doesn't work. It says the login/password is wrong. I try it like, 6 more times. And by the end of it, I am doubting my sanity.

So anyways, I had to leave the computer and go wait for a computer that didn't need a login to become unused, and check what the hell was going on, and I couldn't even log onto the UTEXAS website, so finally I figured it was a system thing. Anyways, so after like, 15 minutes, I come back and...the lucky computer is taken...

Ok actually, it wasn't, and I am sitting at it right now writing this blog, but I just felt like I had to live up to the first sentence. I guess the irony was only of medium viscosity.



On life in general, I've been in a state of ennui for quite a while now, and I'm hoping going home this weekend and going to the Renaissance Festival with my family will jolt me out of it.

P.S. I wouldn't know what ennui meant either except that my short story teacher just defined it in class... : )

P.P.S I think I'm getting a mini Ipod for my b-day!

Dude...I hate to start after a long dry spell with a rant--there was a great weekend in there somewhere that I (literally) could not find words to describe, but well, here I am, and...here you are, so...

Physics could be a comedy routine in it of itself. The great majority of the physics majors and teachers I have met are, to say the least, dry as a prostitute after a full night's work (hey, i tried to think of a better analogy, sorry). My physics TA is probably in his thirties, and yet he still looks like the nerds in those old movies about high school--insanely tight lavendar jeans (which I have seen him wear on more than one occasion) and an array of gingham/plaid short sleeved button up t-shirts. When mixed with the flourescent lighting and outdated furniture of the entire RLM building, it really has a disconcerting effect...

But in any case, here's what I really came to bitch about--this "lab partner" I have in Physics lab. Dude, if anyone could be more anal...every single little thing that might or might not have any effect on the experiment, he spends at least five minutes thinking about and fixing. I'm a big fan of the, do the least that is necessary to get by strategy, and right now I have an A in that class. And the things he's so busy fixing, even the TA doesn't care about. How do I know this? Because I've caught the TA looking at our table with a scornful look on his face. This guy just won't let go of anything!!! I pity his future children and wife, I pity his roomate, I pity his friends, and most of all, I pity me, his lab partner. We are always the last to leave!!! It's giving me a headache just talking about it.