188%

Wow. I never expected to see a score that high in a college course, but alas, it showed up. We had a test in my Engineering Statistics class. I was worried because few of my answers made no sense (what do you mean the probability of A union B is 1.05?!?!?!). Just turns out that the professor gave REALLY SUCKY questions. So, in light of these confusions, he scaled. Basically, whatever percent you got, double it. And thus half the class now got an A on that test. Only half! After doubling! Holy cow! He showed that 20% of the class STILL failed. I'm just sitting there, thinking, Oh Em Fucking Gee. What is so hard about this class asides from the fact that the questions were horrible and not set up properly? Damn. I mean, it's statistics, for Christ's sake! It's not rocket science! So yeah I don't think I have to worry about being on the bubble between an A and a B in this class. I know I sound cocky, I'm sorry, but this total lack of comprehension just seems inexcusable. So says that guy who ditches half the classes and sleeps in class the rest of the time.

that moment when you think ok not everything's gonna be perfect but all the important parts will be ok in the end.

Nothing is broken.

ain't no surprise

I just thought that this was ridiculously cute. from vgcats.com,


bah. got a rejection letter from phelps dodge today in the mail. boy do i suck on interviews. of course i don't have work related experience, that's why i'm applying to you guys! to get some! maybe you forgot that in order to get inside the freakin' building somebody has to take a chance on you and keep their foot in the door long enough for you to get in. then you get a copy of the copy of the key so you have the jiggle the doorknob a lot in order to turn it. not the other way around. well at least maybe my summer math programs applications will materialize soon, cause 60% of my classes here don't seem to be doing me a heck of a lot of good.

Damn, if I had even half the drive of other people I know, I'd get somewhere. but for some reason i just expect everything to fall into my lap and all will be ok. when am i going to realize that's never gonna happen? when am i gonna realize that there's more to learning the stuff in a class other than learning it to avoid a bad grade? it just feels like I should already be the assistant manager at an Arby's or something. but no. i'm stuck here in my room, not doing homework, not going to parties, not wearing that cologne for "special occasions", doing nothing. again.

i feel very invisible. and i hate that blogger forced me to get a google account. not cool. i don't want to those those fancy schmancy things. i just want to type a few paragraphs, put one snazzy color in the back, and have my friends read it. since when did the world become so superficial?

V-Day

I've never been a big fan of valentine's day. usually because it was an indication of how nobody could spell my name. In my Catholic bordertown grade school every year I got things addressed to "Mich" by almost everyone. Stupid phonetics. Otherwise, yeah, not really that I've had anyone to really spend one with, either. But that's no surprise. I tend to be too reserved. If I were a prairie dog, I would never stick my head out to see if the coast was clear. I'm too afraid to take risks for fear of negative consequences. But I digress. I think I've been too caught up in school to notice and appreciate the people around me. So my V-day is for you guys, my friends.

Oh jeez, I can't believe I'm saying this. Um, Alice, it was really fun having lunch with you last week. You think we could be... you know... more than lunchmates? God, that sounds corny. Sorry.

I'm just putting it out there. I've just noticed that as long as I stay here in this tunnel nothing's going to happen. So I'm looking out for once. Alice, you want to go out with me?

easy bait?

why is it that I tend to be approachable? Like on the first day of this semester, this one guy, seemingly lost, asks me and not a slough of other people where the communications bldg is. Of course I point him in the right direction, but it got me thinking why that guy asked me for help. he hadn't said a thing to anyone before.

And I've been ganged up on... no, that's a bad connotation... approached by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints twice this year. Do I look like a wandering soul that needs direction? usually I'm just walking around, minding my own business when out of nowhere. boom! hits you like a ton of bricks. of course, I'm not one to brush off people either, so I try and listen to what they have to say in a polite fashion and then try to carry on my way. Of course, they never just want to talk. Then I start trying to weasel myself out- I have class, etc.- and it always ends up with me feeling awkward like I've just wasted their time. What gives? I admit, I am far from a religious person. I do believe that there is some kind of God out there, but I hate it when people try and shove their vision down my throat. Of course, thats how religion's been handled all these years. Don't question, just accept. I think I'm a lot like my mom's dad whom I never met, whom I'm 2/3 named after. He was what he called a "Jack Mormon". I don't know if that's a proper term or not, but thats what he told my mom. He believed he didn't need to go to church in order for God to hear him. He didn't need to know every verse from every version of the bible, explaining idiosyncrasies between books, but just to know what morals come from the sunday sermons whether or not in a religious context. But, eh, I don't want to start arguing up a fight about this. Just a thought.