School
Working your heart and soul out
on something and then getting a not-quite-good-enough grade
really sucks. Happened in Econ -- I submitted two drafts,
didn't sleep the night before the paper was due, and still
ended up with an A-. I guess I shouldn't complain, but it's
just frustrating to fight so hard for a good grade and then
miss it by just a little bit.
Hacking
Lots and lots of SML code. It's
fun, and I'm seriously considering something like "Compiler
Implementation in a Strongly-Typed Functional Language" as
my honors thesis in CS. I don't know if there's enough
research there for it to be an honors thesis though. We'll
have to see.
I've been thinking a lot about how much Unix I
use on a day to day basis -- Cygwin/Emacs/Perl on Windows,
and everything under the sun on my Linux box. What's really
interesting is how many more annoying little tasks I've had
to do since the Linux box went under(video card fan,which
has yet to be replaced). I really miss scsh on
Windows.
Diet
So I've been attempting a "eat
normally, exercise" approach to weight loss. It hasn't
worked at all. I weigh the same or more than when I started.
Yeah, I'm a little fitter, but the point of the whole
endeavor was to lose the last inch of fat so that I look
decent again. Argh. I don't really want to start dieting
again, but if there's not another way to get the job
done...
Life
Life has been interesting and all
that. Went on the date with Emilia, though not the movie
like I expected. We went skating at the Depot instead -- I
got to teach her how to skate, which was a lot of fun. She'd
never seen an ice rink before that night. By the end she was
able to do forward movement under her own power, and had
only fallen down three times(and only once when I was
helping her), so things seemed to go well. Much fun was had
by all, at least as far as I can tell.
Other than that, had another self-recriminatory
episode while under the influence. This seems to be
something of a pattern, which is bad. I've thought about it
a lot, and realized that there's a consequence for bottling
stuff up while sober: it comes out when you're not. Katrina
recommended that I see a professional therapist, and I guess
I'm inclined to agree. I assume that normal people don't
look in the mirror in the morning and say "Ugh -- how do you
expect to go anywhere?" So that should be
interesting.
The interesting part about it isn't so much
going to be therapy itself(I've done that before) as it will
be getting the money for therapy out of our insurance
company without my mom finding out. I'm pretty sure that my
father will be fine with it, but my mom would flip. *sigh*
Oh, well -- you take the cards you're dealt and play them
the best you can.
Other than that, though, life is fine. My
great-uncle is recovering from his heart attack/aneurysm
combo suprisingly well, my friends seem to be coping well
with their upcoming graduation, and I've managed to make
peace with my addiction to computer games. My room-draw
number sucks, but that's life. Hopefully I can get in on a
triple with a couple other people I know, but if not, then I
guess a single will be fine. I'm not exactly going to have
large amounts of people around to socialize with.
Listening
Richard
Bone - Etherdome - Plateau to Level 30