Bio Cry-o.

The paper, “Psychosocial Development of Heterosexual, Bisexual, and Homosexual Behavior,” is done by Paul H. Van Wyk and Chrisann S. Geist.

Chrissan S. Geist.

What a cool-ass name.

CBS is the worst station ever.

I’m so bored, so I tried to watch The Big Bang Theory.

Who is suppost’a watch this show?  I don’t think that average people wants to be told that they’re idiots, and I don’t think that anyone who’s advanced beyond highschool calculus wants to be talked at about how people “us[e] the derivative of a polynomial equation to find the area under a curve.”  Really.  I’m not kidding.  That’s a quote.

The laugh-track is actually in waves, so at one point, the laugh-track didn’t stop before the second laugh-track came in.  Because it’s the same laugh-track every time, this allows for an amusing, somewhat-techno-y, feel.

The ONLY demographic I see this show working for is either nerdy boys who like the one attractive [and I use that loosely] girl on the show but have never passed high school calculus or physics and have never used a computer — or, individuals who are dumb, by nature, but have an irrational fetish for men who sound smart.

I need to get a life.

milestones.

You know, every time you write, “what’s up?” to someone, you’re only one letter mistake off from saying, “hat’s up?”.  And what the hell does that mean?

third world democracy.

So, this morning I remember going to Algebra to turn in my poorly-done quiz.  After that, I don’t remember a thing — I was so exhausted that I think I just came home and fell asleep.  I’m not used to sleeping for 8+ hours during the day, and I’m not used to waking up after 4pm, so this was a new thing for me.   I woke up around 6pm.  And I was annoyed.

“What am I to do now!”  I cried out.  And really, what was I going to do?  It was too cold and wet to go out to do homework — and plus, who would be there?  Everyone has pretty much gone home for thanksgiving.

I began to watch reruns of Conan O’brien when suddenly Sav called!

I thought she said something about the NBA, but, in actuality, she was inviting me to the M.I.A. concert at the house of blues!  In little-to-no time, I was ready and rarin’ to go.

So, we get to the House of Blues and there is a line which is literally extended outside, around the block, and then around the other block onto a bridge.  After something like 40 minutes in the blistering cold and freezing rain, we got into the place.  M.I.A. didn’t get on stage until — well, I’m not even sure, but it was some time after 12:30, I think.  It was definitely worth it.  I’ve never been to a concert that was so loud and so…I don’t even know.  It was fantastic.

The only bad part was that everyone who was tall seemed to make it their job to step in front of me.  Some douchebag in a red shirt literally pushed me out of the way so that he could get in front of me — and he was very, very tall.  Some drunk douchebag in front of me kept grinding and I actually felt him grinding against me — and, as unintentional as it was, I do not appreciate strangers grinding against me.

We got out at like, 3, I think, and then took a taxi home.  I ate some stuff, drank some stuff, and then tried to find something to watch online.  I don’t know what the deal with fox.com is, but all of their videos are choppy.  Maybe it’s just my computer.

Anyway, to sum up, this was a fantastic night.  Really, there are very few people besides Sav who can put me in a good mood.  And there are very few people besides M.I.A. who can put on a show like that.

one more person to 1500 views. but, in other news:

It’s interesting — I’m reading this book called Making Sex, and it’s really a great book. I’m at a part where the author is discussing a one-sex model, where the vagina was considered the “female penis”, but, you know, an inverted one.

This, as you know, was proved to be incorrect a while ago. A vagina isn’t just an inverted penis. Ask any doctor or teacher this, and they should be able to tell you, right?

On Conan O’brien’s Interrupter sketch, the exchange between Conan and the Interrupter goes like this:

“I bet you even like to…”

“…pee sitting down?”

“Probably because you were…”

“…born with an inverted penis?”

“I’ve never even…”

“…heard of a penis?”

“Wouldn’t that…”

“…technically be considered a vagina?”

No, no, no. You’re just lucky you’re funny, Conan writers.

grgr.

I got an A- on my midterm for math!  With this A-, my average grade is probably almost passing.  Whoo.  Go me.

I wrote a longer post, but I figured I do enough bitchin’, so I decided to cut it down a bit.

Today was like the movie MonkeyBone: it was interesting and pretty okay in the beginning, but ended terribly and I wish I didn’t watch the last 5 hours or it.

everywhere continuous nowhere differentiable disappointment.

I woke up so late today.

Then I studied math, until I thought I had to do something and everyone left to get on with their lives.

I didn’t get this stuff at all, so I kept studying it.

Then I went to go get something to eat, but I got there and nothing really looked that good.

So now I’m home, and I still don’t get it. I really need to get my A game on. For reals.

I noticed that, sometimes, the clock will move faster than I think it should, and that, sometimes, the clock will move much slower than I think it should. I don’t know why, but there seems to be entire days where this happens — fast days and slow days.

It follows that I have four kinds of days: fast good days, fast bad days, slow good days, and slow bad days. Obviously, slow good days are great, and fast good days are a close second. Fast bad days suck, but at least they’re quick, so I can get onto the next day faster. Slow bad days, though? Slow bad days are the worst. And for some reason, every Sunday, more or less, seems to be a slow bad day.

It follows that every sunday, more or less, is disappointing.

Should we extend this further? I saw this technique in one of Nietzsche’s books, and I really like following it. Are there fast and slow, good and bad people? Well, I think we might say that “fast” and “slow” in this context can mean how quickly they come into and leave your life. Good and bad are obviously subjective. So if a woman has a husband, and he stays with her for a long, long time, and he is an awful husband and a terrible man, etc., etc. — he is a slow, bad person.

Everything is completely the same as above — slow good people are the best, followed by fast good people, then fast bad people, then slow bad people.

I don’t really know what slow bad people are normally like, so I don’t have a “Sunday” kind of person –

But suppose I did. Then it follows that every Sunday-person, more or less, is disappointing.

It’s hard to think of anything this scheme doesn’t adapt to.

I can’t think of anything.

It really just should be a by-definition thing.

If something is slow-to-leave and bad-to-you, it is disappointing.

Is this an if-and-only-if? No, probably not.

For example, I’m disappointed in myself for not being able to learn this crap quicker and better.

Disappointment, really, is a build-up and a let down. So disappointment shouldn’t be able to be instantaneous. How do you get built up and let down in the same instant? So, what is the window such that before which a “disappointment” isn’t considered a disappointment? A second? A minute? An hour? A day?

Evolutionarily, why should we even get disappointed? Is it the taking-away of the mother’s breast? Is it the taking away of the mother? Is every disappointment sexual — or derived from libidinal drives?

I’unno.

why is this happening.

I had a lot of fun tonight.

First, I did some reading, and then I saw a play.

The play was — you know.  eh.  The acting was good, but, you know, I just didn’t really like the play much.

Then my friend Sav invited me to a party.  Good thing, too, because I was so terribly bored that I was considering cleaning my room again.  Unfortunately, her party got shut down, but befo’ that, I met some cool people.  Then we went to another party, and I saw a few people.  That basically sums up my night.

When I got home, I made potatoes and hotdogs, but didn’t cook the potatoes long enough.  So I should eventually recook them.  But really, I don’t need to talk about that on this blog.

While I was eating, I noticed that on an episode of scrubs [this one.] they play that Say Anything song “Alive With the Glory of Love.”

Now, I may be reading this wrong, but I always thought that song was about holocaust-love.  I’m not really sure, so read for yourself.  What place does holocaust love have on Scrubs?  I don’t know.

Maybe I just don’t “get” scrubs.  I usually like my comedies and dramas separate — but scrubs seems to mix both together evenly.  I hate watching it with anyone with a drama-y personality, since they never get any of the jokes; but then watching it with someone who’s funny, it’s just so awkward during the sad scenes!  I don’t really know what the hell I’m suppost’a do with this show.

Also, maybe I just don’t get modern music, but why are there so many songs about holocaust-love?

Tomorrow:  Math!

failin’ midterms, eatin’ earthworms.

I’m gonna fail my math midterm tomorrow.

I’m gonna, I’m gonna, I’m gonna.

There’s no bees about it.  I’m gonna.

Okay, but, I’m also going up to the city.  With Jon.  and we’re gonna, you know.  rock out.  in the city.  where we’re going.

I need to go to target — but not for anything in particular.  Just, you know, for thing.  Things that I see.  Things that I want.

And I need more sweaters.  Honestly, I cannot keep wearing that same pullover every single day.

I’m 21 now.

Okay, so now what.