Wednesday, November 12, 2003
What a week this is turning out to be. I'm not even sure I can make it to Thanksgiving with my sanity relatively intact.
Today in chemistry we were trying to discuss things like sigma and pi orbitals, and hybrid orbitals. They're a little complicated to draw, so people were complaining about having to draw them on the homework and on the test. Our professor tried to show us what they looked like, but he couldn't draw them properly either. So he looked around and said, "Who in here is an art student?" I raised my hand, of course, and looked around. No one else in the entire lecture hall had their hand up. Damn. Why am I the only art student actually taking hard classes? I don't think Prof. Yaghi was expecting anyone to raise their hand, because he looked a little surprised, and then said, "OK, so there's one of us in the room who can draw these things." Which was funny, because I had just doodled a bunch of them in my notebook. Sigh.
Another Matrix complaint which I was going to make and then forgot about. Those metal suit things they were fighting in? The entire battle sequence involving those was overlaid by my brain repeatedly chanting, "Mechwarriors, Mechwarriors, Mechwarriors." Mechwarriors was a pretty bad computer game I had on my old Mac. I'm sure there are other, newer, better, dorkier versions, but that's the one I know. The graphics were pretty good, but the control over your 'battle mech' was abysmal. I used to have the most fun going into the training levels and seeing how far 'off course' it would let me go, seeing how much of the background terrain they had actually mapped out. Like, your training course would have these moutains in the background, and I would just trot off the training course and see if I could actually reach/climb the mountains. Which I sometimes could. So, props to the programmers, I guess.
The only way I could ever play it, though, was to get all of the cheat codes online and use them. Because I was horrible at it, and my mech would be blown to bits in a matter of minutes without my illgotten invulnerability and infinite ammo and such. Anyways, once you had the codes it was a pretty fun game to just tool around with. And those guys in the Matrix were definitely in openair mechs.
i. am. mech. warrior.
Oh holy freaking cats, I just got nostalgic about a bad, old, Mac computer game. Someone shoot me now, I've gone over the edge of the Chasm of Dorkiness!
Wait, woah. I dislike anime and manga and all that jazz. Hooo. OK. I still have some small measure of dignity. *sighs in relief*
Cat damn this weather. Why must it be *hot*? And *muggy*? That's just not right. I do not approve.
I also do not approve of the fact that trying to register for classes as a double major is one of the single most impossible things ever. Because, you see, the art school curriculum is meant for people who are taking almost all art classes. There isn't room for much else. Certainly no room for classes that come with three lectures week, plus a four hour lab tacked on one day a week. As I've worked it out now, I have room in my schedule in the middle of Thursday and the end of Friday, but there's no class that's held at those times, so I have less credits than I should but NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT IT.
OK, hall heading out to lunch now. I think they have grilled cheese today. Grilled cheese is good.