I swear, these Air New Zealand tickets are going on my tombstone. They can fly my dead body to Wellington and back at the end of April, for I'll have committed hara kiri by then.
Let this be a lesson in over-preparing: I booked too soon, let me rue the results.
(I'm making too much out of this, but ugh. I think I'll take the hit on the money and just go with it.)
WolfGrrl
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Wednesday, November 7, 2012
The Bed Fiasco
Yes, I really did do this. By accident, if that makes me less of an idiot. But I did dye my bed a very bright blue. Sigh.
Anyway, here's how.
1. Bake a birthday cake.
2. Decorate the cake with blue food dye when you run out of colored frosting.
3. Place the decorated cake on your bed.
4. Open the cake keeper.
5. Do not clean off the bed before cutting the cake.
6. Try to keep slices of cake, plates, and junk from falling off the bed.
7. Drop slice of cake frosting-side down on the bed.
8. Swear loudly in three languages.
9. Panic.
10. Attack the bed with Clorox wipes and make the stain bigger.
11. Panic.
12. Give up and change the sheets.
You have now dyed your bed blue.
My sympathies.
WolfGrrl
Anyway, here's how.
1. Bake a birthday cake.
2. Decorate the cake with blue food dye when you run out of colored frosting.
3. Place the decorated cake on your bed.
4. Open the cake keeper.
5. Do not clean off the bed before cutting the cake.
6. Try to keep slices of cake, plates, and junk from falling off the bed.
7. Drop slice of cake frosting-side down on the bed.
8. Swear loudly in three languages.
9. Panic.
10. Attack the bed with Clorox wipes and make the stain bigger.
11. Panic.
12. Give up and change the sheets.
You have now dyed your bed blue.
My sympathies.
WolfGrrl
Monday, July 23, 2012
Universal Mysteries
...are based in mathematics.
Yes, I realize there are math geniuses out there (or even people for whom math makes sense). I always joke that I am not a math person. It could be because (as my mother believes) I resign myself to failure and so fail. It could be because I'm used to Excellents in other subjects, and I am below my own standard in maths.
But, for whatever reason, math mystifies me.
And I'm not even taking a math class involving NUMBERS.
Logic, for those of you who have not had this experience, is a discipline where English sentences are transcribed into a symbolic language for the purpose of a) preserving the truth of the argument and b) determining the validity of the argument. It can be fun on a basic level and mind-bogglingly complex on a higher level.
I have my final this Thursday. Help!
When I apply myself and descend into a state of rigid concentration, my brain relaxes and I click along through the problems just fine. Sometimes, however, stupid things happen. I flunked my last exam because I copied a problem down wrong, flipped the parts of others, or just flat out got lost doing my derivations (think Geometric proofs).
I cannot afford for these stupid things to happen this time.
Grades and GPA aside, I want to do well in this class. Balancing that is the strong antipathy I have towards studying. Logic is a skill, not something you can memorize and regurgitate (or BS, as I usually do for my other exams). I hate studying; for years I've managed to scrape good grades without much studying (if you put me in a library cubicle, I read the graffitti others scrawl on the desk).
Logic works in odd ways for me, which heightens both my confidence and fear. I can stare at a problem for hours and be completely confused, only to figure it out in ten seconds the next morning. I can unravel complicated sentences without even thinking about it, only to get lost in simple ones. My brain has decided that, rather than be helpful and organize itself in a way that makes sense, it shall do as it's always done and cheerfully disregard order in favor of fun.
Thanks, Brain. Thanks so much. I love you too.
I don't really know what the point of this post is. Beware math? Take Logic as a throwaway course? Our brains are smarter when we don't control them? (That's a terrifying idea.)
Maybe everyone could just wish me luck on Thursday? I'd appreciate it.
WolfGrrl
Yes, I realize there are math geniuses out there (or even people for whom math makes sense). I always joke that I am not a math person. It could be because (as my mother believes) I resign myself to failure and so fail. It could be because I'm used to Excellents in other subjects, and I am below my own standard in maths.
But, for whatever reason, math mystifies me.
And I'm not even taking a math class involving NUMBERS.
Logic, for those of you who have not had this experience, is a discipline where English sentences are transcribed into a symbolic language for the purpose of a) preserving the truth of the argument and b) determining the validity of the argument. It can be fun on a basic level and mind-bogglingly complex on a higher level.
I have my final this Thursday. Help!
When I apply myself and descend into a state of rigid concentration, my brain relaxes and I click along through the problems just fine. Sometimes, however, stupid things happen. I flunked my last exam because I copied a problem down wrong, flipped the parts of others, or just flat out got lost doing my derivations (think Geometric proofs).
I cannot afford for these stupid things to happen this time.
Grades and GPA aside, I want to do well in this class. Balancing that is the strong antipathy I have towards studying. Logic is a skill, not something you can memorize and regurgitate (or BS, as I usually do for my other exams). I hate studying; for years I've managed to scrape good grades without much studying (if you put me in a library cubicle, I read the graffitti others scrawl on the desk).
Logic works in odd ways for me, which heightens both my confidence and fear. I can stare at a problem for hours and be completely confused, only to figure it out in ten seconds the next morning. I can unravel complicated sentences without even thinking about it, only to get lost in simple ones. My brain has decided that, rather than be helpful and organize itself in a way that makes sense, it shall do as it's always done and cheerfully disregard order in favor of fun.
Thanks, Brain. Thanks so much. I love you too.
I don't really know what the point of this post is. Beware math? Take Logic as a throwaway course? Our brains are smarter when we don't control them? (That's a terrifying idea.)
Maybe everyone could just wish me luck on Thursday? I'd appreciate it.
WolfGrrl
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Techno-what?
This is probably an awful thing to admit, but here I go.
I suck at technology.
Really.
I know, I know, I managed to get this blog up and running, but as proof of how terrible I am, let me give you exhibit A: this blog. While trying to follow a friend's blog, I somehow set it so I'm following my own. How dumb is that? And now I have no idea how to un-follow myself. Thank goodness you can't friend yourself on Facebook, or I'd have done that too.
Coming from a family that consists of the Technology Wizard, the Technology Dunce, and the Technology Abuser, I fit somewhere between dunce and abuser. I use technology quite a bit, from playing time-wasting games online to watching videos of kittens on YouTube (please, no comments. I know how sad that is. And I'm in college, God help me). I even managed to keep this blog going, and not turn it into a mad pit of insane rantings (what my last blog became).
My theory about my technological ups and downs is I was born just at the edge of the Technological Era, and therefore grew up between it and the previous era. I got a cell phone at age sixteen; a car at age eighteen; a computer at thirteen-ish (for writing and papers); Facebook when I was seventeen; and my first (and only) iPod when I was sixteen or so. So, compared to my peers or my sister's peers, I came relatively late to the hyper-connectivity party. Therefore, I fall in the awkward place of technologically savvy and a techno-dunce.
Hey, I'm content with that. It's kind of cute (sometimes) and kind of annoying (all other times). At least I am not my sister, The Mad-Clicker. When she has technology issues she clicks the mouse until the computer's brain explodes. I don't abuse my technology. I yell at it.
Our world is too technological anyway. My car is as smart as my calculator; both of them do more things than I'll ever need or know about. I guess when the robots invade or we have a Hal-type revolution, I'll be killed later rather than earlier.
Oh look, I even worked 2012 Doom n' Gloom into this post. HA.
buh-byes,
WolfGrrl
I suck at technology.
Really.
I know, I know, I managed to get this blog up and running, but as proof of how terrible I am, let me give you exhibit A: this blog. While trying to follow a friend's blog, I somehow set it so I'm following my own. How dumb is that? And now I have no idea how to un-follow myself. Thank goodness you can't friend yourself on Facebook, or I'd have done that too.
Coming from a family that consists of the Technology Wizard, the Technology Dunce, and the Technology Abuser, I fit somewhere between dunce and abuser. I use technology quite a bit, from playing time-wasting games online to watching videos of kittens on YouTube (please, no comments. I know how sad that is. And I'm in college, God help me). I even managed to keep this blog going, and not turn it into a mad pit of insane rantings (what my last blog became).
My theory about my technological ups and downs is I was born just at the edge of the Technological Era, and therefore grew up between it and the previous era. I got a cell phone at age sixteen; a car at age eighteen; a computer at thirteen-ish (for writing and papers); Facebook when I was seventeen; and my first (and only) iPod when I was sixteen or so. So, compared to my peers or my sister's peers, I came relatively late to the hyper-connectivity party. Therefore, I fall in the awkward place of technologically savvy and a techno-dunce.
Hey, I'm content with that. It's kind of cute (sometimes) and kind of annoying (all other times). At least I am not my sister, The Mad-Clicker. When she has technology issues she clicks the mouse until the computer's brain explodes. I don't abuse my technology. I yell at it.
Our world is too technological anyway. My car is as smart as my calculator; both of them do more things than I'll ever need or know about. I guess when the robots invade or we have a Hal-type revolution, I'll be killed later rather than earlier.
Oh look, I even worked 2012 Doom n' Gloom into this post. HA.
buh-byes,
WolfGrrl
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