Tattoos (not my picture)

Tattoos (not my picture)

Are we too judgemental of people with tattoos?
How much judgement is too much?
Is any judgement okay?
Can you justify judging people on what they put on their body forever? Even though you don’t know the story?

A formal inquiry into the inner workings of the mind as it processes high level math

<- The fuck is this?

The fuck is that? ->

 

 

 

 

<- The fuck are those?!  ->

Screw it, I’ll be a stripper.

Damn…… I forgot I don’t have big boobs.

FUCK

Existence VIP – Excision & Downlink

I love this song! Give it a listen! (Dubstep)

My Life

*Works on paper all week.*

*Loses paper*

*Panics*

*Rewrites paper in a mad rush*

*Printer won’t print and can’t hand write paper*

*Runs to school to print paper*

*Get’s chastised and has phone taken away for a few days for getting so close to the cutoff.*

“Sam, that paper’s not due till next week.”

*Throws things.*

*Still can’t find old paper*

*turns in poorly written paper*

*Finds old paper.*

FIN

The Problem with Being a Perfectionist

“Hey are you almost done with that project?”

Yea, just have to put on some minor details.

*45 minutes later* FUCK YOU COMPUTER! GO FUCK YOURSELF IN THE ASS WITH A CACTUS! I JUST WANT TO ADD A DAMN SMEAR EFFECT ON THIS LETTER THAT DOESN’T LOOK LIKE SOMEONE DRAGGED THEIR ASS ACROSS MY ART! I’M NOT ASKING YOU TO READ MY MIND AND MAKE IT HAPPEN! JUST LET ME SMEAR THIS ONE LETTER IN ONE DIRECTION!

“Sam, it looks fine as is.”

Fuck you! It looks fine when I say it looks fine! This looks atrocious!

“I’ll come back later….” 

*Proceeds to continue whisper screaming at my monitor for the next hour.*

Halloween: Twisted Mad Hatter

Halloween: Twisted Mad Hatter

I love Halloween, as I’m sure you all know, and this year I decided to do a twisted Mad Hatter look. I kindof meshed Joker and Mad Hatter but it turned out decent. I even bought all my costume pieces individually already. Grand total on makeup, costume pieces, matches to burn holes in said costume, and future hair dye, comes to $26.86. Feel free to be jealous!

The October State of Affairs:

Math is hard. No, not hard, worse than that. When the devil created math he took a step back and realized he’d created something more awful than any demon or hellish torture. I’m pretty sure I’m going to fail my honors calc. class unless I go in every day and get help. I wanna go back to day to day math: ‘If Big Daddy has a $700 crack addiction and five hoes who generate $50 a trick, how many tricks do his hoes have to turn in order to pay for his addiction and still survive? Show your work.’

People are weird. Again, this isn’t a very comprehensive sentence but it’s the best summary I have for it. I have a friend who, despite the offer of two friends (including myself) to adopt her and remove her from her abusive home, refuses to take the help of her sister who could actually help her. I have no idea why. I get that she doesn’t want to leave her family but with her sister she could still visit them and she wouldn’t have to stay with pill popping mommy and a daddy who’s chasing the bottom of the next bottle. I’ll never understand her. On a more positive note, I’ve actually started branching out this year and I’ve gone from only two friends to more like twenty and I even had a nice conversation with one of the boys who used to bully me.

Boys. Ugh. Need I say more?

I wish colleges would evaluate if you could even get in to their school before they send you information. I’ve gotten mail from UChicago almost EVERY SINGLE DAY! The middle fifty there is 31-34, granted, I’m not super far off from that with a 30 but being slightly below the middle fifty hardly justifies sending me mail everyday (not to mention that $61,000 a year price tag which is SEVERAL kinds of not happening). Heck I’m still getting stuff from Duke which I DEFINITELY do NOT qualify for in the monetary or academic sense. 

In conclusion, life is good but stressful which isn’t so bad really. I miss my friends form college and being free to learn and make my own mistakes for myself. Wheeee

It’s That Time of the Year

The yearly metaphorical zombie outbreak in school has begun. Most everyone in choir has been feeling sick, pneumonia is apparently starting to go around and I’m gonna start going to school in a bubble. Be prepared for the annual appearance of the ‘Sniffling and Coughing while You’re Taking a Test Quartet!’ Followed by; ‘My brain is made of cotton’ and a special guest appearance by ‘I’m dripping from all my face holes’.

Directionally Challenged:

I don’t know how I find my way out of the bathroom and to my car in the mornings. No seriously, I think something may be majorly wrong with my spatial reasoning. o-o I got lost going to my friend’s house, lost going to the mall, lost trying to find my inner white girl at starbucks, and lost going back to said friend’s house. If there was one path to walk on, I’d get lost. I guess I can say that my GPS was ZERO help since it gets me within a half mile and says ‘You have arrived at your destination.’ No indication of where, no direction to turn so that I know what side of the road. Just, ‘You have arrived.’ Thanks for all of that help bro. Now I’m lost within a half mile of my destination. *Dramatic sigh*

On the plus side, being directionally challenged has given me a feel for where people typically place their stores. For instance, Starbucks is almost always near or in one of the following; a bookstore (hey we noticed you have a shiton of midterm work due soon, here’s some coffee), a baby’s-r-us (hey, while you’re taking care of your adorable shit factories we can keep you awake), or a mall (we noticed you’re a stereotypical white girl….). In general I feel that much closer to being good at finding places. Maybe I’m just a weirdo or overgeneralizing this but I find it to be true soooo. Oh well!

Let me know if any of you guys find this to be the case as well! :)

Spontaneous learning:

So yesterday I sat down and decided to look up stretches to help me learn the splits. I’m not sure how good of an idea it was, especially since I currently can’t touch my toes. I’m hoping that in a month or two I’ll be able to do something approaching the splits or the straddles. Does anyone else ever do this? I just spontaneously sit down and decide to learn how to do things. HMM, probably not a bad thing I guess.

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