||[Jan. 24th, 2008|08:46 pm]
To say where to begin assumes there is in fact a beginning and as if I’m going to entertain you with some kind of fantasizing story about my life. The reality is I’m avoiding the ludicrous amount of reading I ought to be doing by occupying myself here. That doesn’t mean I don’t have anything to say, but rewarding myself with the comedy Daniel Tosh, Yahtzee Croshaw, and John Heffron, has left me in my place when it comes to the type of sense of humor I like to think I have, but fail miserably at delivering. |
I got straight A’s last semester despite having a near emotional break down midway through. Between Cramer’s Rule, Roy’s Identity, and Shepherd Lemma I’m the most capable mathematically then I’ve ever been. I used to fantasy endlessly about how I would change everything in my life if given the opportunity to go back and start over, but lately I’ve said fuck all that because everything is really okay. I’ve adopted the philosophy I had when I was five before I could read which was, “I’m 100% capable of anything, but I just haven’t gotten around to learning it yet”. I wish the five year old version of myself could have zipped forward in time and had rat-tailed my 22 and 23 year old self in the sack every time I even considered looking through the undergraduate catalog at every 10 ten school, and trying to figure out where I went wrong.
The ping-pong match is coming up soon. For those of you who don’t know, indisputably the best player at Northern Illinois University who also happens to be in the economics program with me formally challenged me to a ping-pong match. She was ranting about her proficiency before a class one day, and I might have suggested that I could beat her. Quickly, she turned this into a beat with the condition that the loser treats the winner to a movie. Recalling a similar scenario from Amarillo Slim’s Biography, I agreed under two conditions: 1) I get some time to practice, and 2) I get to pick the paddles. For the last three weeks, I’ve been practicing with a 20lb frying pan. I’m going to show up to the match with two of them, and let her pick which “paddle” she wants to use.
I almost got a DUI last week after having a few drinking with cougar teacher I had for my industrial organization class. I was on my way to Wheaton to watch stargate, and got pulled over for forgetting to turn my lights on. The officer asked me how much I had to drink, and after a full sobriety test, I was thankfully determined to be under the limit. Seeing as I can’t afford to a DUI, despite how much fun they sound, this is the closest call I’ve ever had. Logically, this has resulted being more cautious with my consumption, and perhaps will encourage the rest of you to do the same. This might make my weekly poker game at Roundheads slightly less enjoyable, especially given particular members of that group, but it’s certainly a game I can’t avoid not to play in.