thedeadparrot: (omgwtf?)
(posted by on Feb. 25th, 2010 09:07 am)
Man, I am freaking out a little today, because I have this homework for this class, and I feel too dumb for it, and just thinking about working on it makes me feel anxious and sick to my stomach. And not-working on it isn't making me feel any better, because then I know I'm not doing it, which makes me even more anxious. Fuck, I need to pass all my classes this semester, and even though this is a grad course where professors are more inclined to be lenient in grading, I am just worried as all hell.


At least this makes me less-panicky over my other classes, right? That's one upside to all of this?
thedeadparrot: (omgwtf?)
(posted by on Dec. 20th, 2009 10:21 pm)
Okay, so I have been on an epic journey. Seriously, this is like one of those tests where you get let loose in the jungle, and you only have a paper clip, a hat, and a map scribbled on a napkin to get yourself back out.

So my story begins like this. I fly out to Seattle for an interview on Thursday. This goes smoothly enough. I show up, talk for half a day, get rejected, hang out with some friends. I am supposed to fly home on Saturday.

Then, the East Coast gets attacked by the Blizzard Monster. When I show up at the airport the next day, I find out my flight is canceled. Fun! The airline says I can't get a flight until Tuesday due to the number of canceled flights and people traveling for the holidays. I can't get in touch with my recruiter to see if they'll cover things or take care of housing-type things. Thankfully, my mom is like, a super-elite airplane traveler and therefore works her black magic to fly out on Sunday, when things are supposed to be nicer. Yay!

It's an extra day in Seattle, so this means I can hang out with friends some more and eat Dim Sum and make fun of The Avengers movie. Which is excellent. Yay.

The next day, I get up, go to the airport, and my flight is delayed by 20 minutes. This is worrying, because my layover is only about 35 minutes long. The people assure me that this is okay. There's a tailwind and the gates are very close together and they'll probably hold the plane for connections.

In theory, that's what was supposed to happen. What actually happened was that they delay ended up being an hour long, and of course, I managed to miss my connection. The next flight out? Not until tomorrow. So I am FUCKING STRANDED AGAIN FOR THE SECOND TIME, AND I HAVE BEEN WEARING THE SAME CLOTHES FOR THE LAST TWO DAYS ALREADY, AND I THINK I'VE BROKEN OUT IN TEARS MORE TIMES THAN I CAN COUNT DUE TO FRUSTRATION AND STRESS, AND GODDAMNIT, I WANT TO BE HOME.

Plus, I lost my hair tie, so now my hair just keeps annoying me. Fuck.
thedeadparrot: (rain damnit!)
(posted by on Dec. 19th, 2009 12:22 pm)
You just had to shit snow all over the East coast today didn't you?

*refreshes United website again*
thedeadparrot: (eowyn jude)
(posted by on Oct. 20th, 2009 02:14 pm)
God, this week is the week of death.

Have already been through:
2 interviews
2 homework assignments
1 belt test

Will go through:
1 interview
1 homework
1 presentation
1 midterm


We'll see how it goes.
thedeadparrot: (omgwtf?)
(posted by on Aug. 6th, 2009 03:41 pm)
Today has been total shit, but it will, with any luck, improve after work ends, when I am away from everything that has been DRIVING ME CRAZY.
thedeadparrot: (silent sigh)
(posted by on Apr. 8th, 2009 10:31 am)
thedeadparrot: (self-portrait me)
(posted by on Sep. 23rd, 2008 08:12 pm)
So, it's corporate whoring week, and all of it fills me with incredible disgust. So much so that I am seriously considering volunteering for the Peace Corps.

[Poll #1265818]
thedeadparrot: (war!hughes)
(posted by on Sep. 2nd, 2008 10:19 pm)
I feel like I have completely lost my mind.

Today I have:
1) Spent almost 12 hours straight in the CS department building.
2) Photocopied more that 420 pages of course materials for the first day of class.
3) Assembled a schedule of classes that I could possibly want to take, but not really love.
4) Talked to a bunch of freshmen about classes and kept them from freaking out about how much our course registration software sucks.
5) Tried and failed to get a locker open. Multiple times.
6) Ate pizza for two meals straight (SUCH A BAD IDEA).
7) Spent a few hours crawling around the computer lab replacing mice.
8) Had my dad inform me that my writing score for the GREs was pretty mediocre and badger me about possibly retaking them at around hour 10 of 12.
9) Discovered that I need to schedule a meeting for tomorrow today.
10) Talked to prof of class I am TAing to let them know I am more on top of this shit than they may think I am.
11) Gone so crazy I've come back around the other side.

Classes have not even started yet. I am so fucked this semester, aren't I?
thedeadparrot: (self-portrait me)
(posted by on Aug. 15th, 2008 08:45 pm)
So, I'm taking the GREs tomorrow, and I'm kind of FREAKING OUT because I can't do math in my head, and if I try to speed up, I get careless, and the vocab is full of words NO ONE EVER USES EVER, which I know because most of the vocab I know I learned from ACTUALLY READING and not from memorizing the dictionary for fun.

And my parents will flip the fuck out at me if I don't do well here, because I also learned that I have four cavities in my teeth today. I HATE YOU TOO, LIFE.
thedeadparrot: (batman begins)
(posted by on May. 5th, 2008 12:09 pm)
School has been eating me and probably will for the next few weeks. Algorithms final and econometrics project need to get done as does housing details involving keys and summer storage. Plus some TA crap. Plus that other paper.

I also recently had a funny conversation with a fannish RL friend comparing our fannish histories. Key quote: "Holy crap, we've been around longer than Smallville."

thedeadparrot: (oh the angst)
(posted by on Mar. 28th, 2008 05:38 pm)
So, I've been quiet for the most part lately, because I've been busy with school stuff, and also because I've been emo over getting rejected from the last X internships I've applied for where X is a number I don't actually want to count to right now.

And while I intellectually understand that this may not entirely be a reflection on me, I also know that yes, it is a reflection on me, because that's what an interview is about. It's supposed to be them judging me as a potential employee. And I keep failing. Miserably.

Maybe if I had increased Y where Y is the number of internships I applied to as a whole, maybe I wouldn't be so fucked right now. But I applied to not an insignificant number of them.

So yeah, I have some opportunities left, but they're looking highly unlikely or highly undesirable. I think the best course of action is to beg a professor for research over the summer, though that's going to be spotty at best as well this late in the game.

'Scuse me while I go try to bolster my ego by rereading my old feedback and responding to the new.
thedeadparrot: (bloody hell)
(posted by on Feb. 28th, 2008 06:28 pm)
Man, you know you're having a bad week when a pie chart about Rick Astley can fuck you up.

Seriously, I was tearing up there, and I didn't tear up while watching Titanic as a preteen girl.

At least tonight will be filled with the soothing sight of things blowing up in a microwave.*

* I wish I could say I was lying about the above things, but I really can't.
thedeadparrot: (bloody hell)
(posted by on Nov. 2nd, 2007 06:36 pm)
i kind of really want to write an au off of mensa-verse where rod's a drummer in a band, ronon's his bassist, zelenka's on keyboard teyla fronts it, and they need to find a guitarist. enter sheppard. he's arrogant and distant and a bit uptight, but he can play like no else.

and maybe, with a little help, he can learn to loosen up a bit.

um. yeah.

okay, i think the stress from this past week is getting to me. i feel not-on-top-of-things this semester. i suspect this may be because i'm stupid.

so fanarchive is going to be written with ruby on rails. which means i need to teach myself yet another syntax. blech.

i want to see american gangster tomorrow, but there's apparently a tropical storm coming through. yay.
thedeadparrot: (Let it be)
(posted by on Sep. 19th, 2007 11:27 pm)
So, I'm having a shitty week, and I'm feeling tired and stressed-out and stupid and lame, so there's a lot of self-pity amidst the exhaustion.

Yeah, I need to stop sucking and actually not fuck up this semester. That would be nice.
thedeadparrot: (oh the angst)
(posted by on Jul. 23rd, 2007 09:06 pm)
I have had a really shitty day, and the cookies only make it moderately better. LAME.
thedeadparrot: (porcelain)
(posted by on Jun. 27th, 2007 10:32 pm)
Wrists still not great, but I have a Kinesis keyboard coming, so hopefully I shall be able to make a triumphant return.

thedeadparrot: (omgwtf?)
(posted by on Apr. 11th, 2007 05:17 pm)
I am locked in an epic battle of the wits with the TH printer. Will I manage to print my concentration paperwork in time for my meeting with my adviser tomorrow morning? Or will I be forced to write this shit out by hand?

News at 11!
thedeadparrot: (obvious place)
(posted by on Apr. 3rd, 2007 07:50 pm)
My minesweeper is full of failure right now. It's nowhere near done, and in theory it's due in 4 hours, but I think I'll take a late day.


Or maybe just need to figure out how to code GUIs in Qt. That might actually be useful.

On the other hand, the final project for this class? A Gameboy emulator. We totally get to play Pokemon on demo day.
thedeadparrot: (self-portrait me)
(posted by on Jan. 25th, 2007 04:07 pm)
1. Write up lame discussion questions for Utopia. Resist the urge to make every question "Isn't Thomas More kind of stupid?" or "Why is Book 1 so painful?"
2. Curse for saying they've sent my books, even though it's quite clear that they haven't. At all.
3. Find ways to never be the sole class TA ever again and/or kill all other TAs out of sheer bitterness. (Most likely through evisceration.)
4. Type up class notes. Tell the professor that I have done so.
5. Alert students that yes, they do in fact need to sign up for lab times and go to lab this week and do this week's homework, and that no, it is not my fault that some of them left before I made the announcement.
6. E-mail concentration advisor about declaring my concentration.
7. Think of all the bullshit paperwork I have to do for said declaration.
8. Cry.
9. Try to do bullshit paperwork.
10. Cry some more.
11. Write some really melodramatic crap.
12. Make someone else go to class and take notes on Tuesday so that I can shop a class at that time.
13. Figure out textbooks.
14. Order textbooks.
15. Look at price tags.
16. Yet more crying.
thedeadparrot: (omgwtf?)
(posted by on Jan. 17th, 2007 09:45 pm)
So now I'm back at school and my room is fucking freezing.

I wish I had deep, thinky thoughts about stuff, but mostly I'm just really cold.

(omgswtf. why aren't the heaters working?)


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