Registration

So here we are again at registration time, and the next 5 months of my life are planned out. I guess I shouldn't be so set in what I've laid out. Currently, my schedule puts me in class from 12:00 to 6:30 on Mondays and Wednesdays, but from 4-5 on Tuesday and Thursday's and from 3:00 to 5:00 on Fridays. It would make for a really odd life I think, but in principle, I could sleep in till 2:30 pm once a week.

If only I felt like I could survive those Mondays.

The meaning

This week I wrote a paper on how teachers can find the right level of sternness in there teaching to be effective. After I had printed it our and was walking to class, I realized that the topic of my paper was then in fact:

the means of finding the mean of meanness.

I thought it was just great.

Scadalous Comments

So this afternoon I was so excited to notice that many people have commented on my blog. Full of anticipation, I clicked on the link to read the comments on all the interesting people who wanted to say interesting things about me.

Unfortunately, by filter blocked your comments. As it turns out, one of you used the words "free" and "sex" in the same paragraph. I managed to eventually bypass the filter and add my blog to the list of exceptions. It turns out that the perpetrator was mlh who said:

Not that this has anything to do with impressing members of the opposite sex, but do you want to come be in the test audience for DC? It's free and on Wednesday.

Scandalous! It's a good thing my filter protects me from such risqué comments.

Look, a poll

You too can participate in Xisters's research by adding your input to this poll I just added. It's simple and economical. (I'm actually not so sure about the simple thing. I just added it.)

Much data

So I've officially started the hair gel experiment (see ORCA ideas) and we have been receiveing a wealth of positive data. Before I started wearing gel, I received no comments about my looks. Since I've started it last Friday, I've received the following:

"Are you doing your hair differently?"
"You look really good today."
And the best one, referring to my new do, "It looks really hot."

To another girl, I was explaining my current experiment and mentioned that eventually no girl will be able to keep her hands off of me, and she said "I'm already struggling," and then she stroked my shoulder. (I think though that this data point might be a bit biased since I brought it up myself, so I can't include it with the other 3.)

This has been going so well that I've decided to start working out too and I'll see how that goes for me. I went jogging on Tuesday and played racquetball today. Oh, the things we do to secure a woman.

More info coming later. . .

Our irrational fears

Yesterday I left the JKB exactly on the hour. I know this because as I opened the door to leave, a bell started sounding. I think that the bells in the JKB should sound a little less like fire/burglary alarms. It really made me jump.

It doesn't help that I have in intense fear of alarms and the things that set them off. This especially applies to those detector things that you walk through. Every time I enter the library, I pretty much have to close my eyes and run through the sensors if I intend to get past the security guards. It's worse when I know I'm carrying around a pocket knife or something (I know they are not metal detectors, but just the same. . .) If I'm leaving a building and one of the doors has written on it that after hours, an alarm will sound, I'll use the other door. Even in the middle of day. Even if I saw someone walk out the door a second before. I think that I would probably never fly if I thought there was a reasonable alternative.

I think that this stems from an early childhood experience at the library where I unknowingly passed through one of these sensors into an area that seemingly had no exit. The alarm screamed for a few seconds and then stopped, and then I found myself stuck with my contraband library book in an abandoned hallway. I didn't know what to do. If I walked through the passage, the alarm would sound again, but there was no way out. Eventually, a kind librarian showed up and rescued me, and now I find myself terrified of setting off alarms at every moment.

I guess it may seem irrational, but someday when I walk our of some grocery store with a forgotten pack of gum in the bottom of my cart, and as the alarm is set off, I get tackled and dragged off to prison, they perhaps you will understand. Meanwhile, I'll keep running through the entrance of the library.

Enlightening quote

"A man is scarcely happy if he is very ugly to look at."

Aristotle
The Nicomachean Ethics

Look, I read too

So I noticed how cool some of the things are that Crolace puts on her sidebar of her blog and so I decided to try and figure out how too. I seems like it was successful. Now people will know that I read and if they don't know me, they might think that I read smart stuff.

Perhaps I should put some more things on my list. If I read the first page of several lengthy Russian novels, that might add to my growing reputation.