Monday, January 28
Mid-lecture thought
Do you ever stand up after a little while, feel a small moist spot in your underpants, and then wonder to yourself if you were accidentally thinking of pornography?
Saturday, January 19
Two revelations
Two revelations
1: People caught in the shower during a fire drill are at the biggest disadvantage in the winter. People who are caught barefoot and shirtless are at the second-biggest.
2: To keep your facility safe from drunken tardbags, all you need to do is label your push/pull door with the opposite force required to open it.
1: People caught in the shower during a fire drill are at the biggest disadvantage in the winter. People who are caught barefoot and shirtless are at the second-biggest.
2: To keep your facility safe from drunken tardbags, all you need to do is label your push/pull door with the opposite force required to open it.
Monday, January 14
Today
The dining halls are open now, and so I ate with a guy on my floor and his female friends. I'm reminded of my modestly awesome people skills at breakfast when I am able to get along with all of them fairly easily. Corey, Devin, Mindy, and Megan all seem like good people, and I've remembered all of their names, so I'm likely to be in the clear with them, friendwise. Mindy especially reminds me of somebody I know from Doane, if only because I talked to her while she had half a voice.
Anyway, I'm sitting in my first, umm, building as I write this. Unfortunately, the only wireless points within range won't accept my iPod and so I can't post this right now. Class starts in roughly twenty minutes, followed promptly (and efficiently) by German, which is pretty close to the student union, two blocks down. I made the walk from the outside of this building to the outside of that building in seven and a half minutes, but I don't know exactly where to find the all-important classROOM. In any case, this is all very exciting for me.
But I still need to find a way to my appointment at 1:00 today...
Which was a bust. I had to call and cancel because there was no way I would make the bus (which would have only taken me within a mile). Then I went ahead and made sure my current class was where I thought it was, based on events which I partially vlogged, and am currently sitting in the lab during break, which is now over.
So my classes don't seem too bad overall, but I still have two new ones to go to on Tuesday. So far, German is the only class that scares me, which is good, because I feel like there's enough for me to be scared about. My room is ice cold... hypothermia.
Anyway, I'm sitting in my first, umm, building as I write this. Unfortunately, the only wireless points within range won't accept my iPod and so I can't post this right now. Class starts in roughly twenty minutes, followed promptly (and efficiently) by German, which is pretty close to the student union, two blocks down. I made the walk from the outside of this building to the outside of that building in seven and a half minutes, but I don't know exactly where to find the all-important classROOM. In any case, this is all very exciting for me.
But I still need to find a way to my appointment at 1:00 today...
Which was a bust. I had to call and cancel because there was no way I would make the bus (which would have only taken me within a mile). Then I went ahead and made sure my current class was where I thought it was, based on events which I partially vlogged, and am currently sitting in the lab during break, which is now over.
So my classes don't seem too bad overall, but I still have two new ones to go to on Tuesday. So far, German is the only class that scares me, which is good, because I feel like there's enough for me to be scared about. My room is ice cold... hypothermia.
Tomorrow (written last night)
I've been moved in for a day now, and I find myself thinking about two things more than anything else:
1) the friends I left behind at Doane, and
2) the crippling loneliness I've felt ever since September of 2006.
The first, obviously, is the standard separation anxiety that everyone faces when they're in an unfamiliar place. Still, I did write "I miss you" on well over two dozen Facebook walls tonight. I can only imagine what my friends are doing over interterm. Likely drinking (except for Benjamin, of course), playing copious amounts of Smash Brothers, and generally having an awesome time. I get the insatiable urge to buy a car thinking about them. Sure, there are guys here who play Melee, but they use items. Enough said.
Classes are starting soon, though, and I'm hoping that that'll make it easier to meet some new people and make friends with them, granted they appreciate my style of humor... If somebody only ever acts socially inept around people, does that mean that he's effectively socially inept?
As for the loneliness, I continue to reflect on the whole matter, and, well... will I ever love again?
Only God knows what tomorrow brings, but I wish he'd give me a hint.
1) the friends I left behind at Doane, and
2) the crippling loneliness I've felt ever since September of 2006.
The first, obviously, is the standard separation anxiety that everyone faces when they're in an unfamiliar place. Still, I did write "I miss you" on well over two dozen Facebook walls tonight. I can only imagine what my friends are doing over interterm. Likely drinking (except for Benjamin, of course), playing copious amounts of Smash Brothers, and generally having an awesome time. I get the insatiable urge to buy a car thinking about them. Sure, there are guys here who play Melee, but they use items. Enough said.
Classes are starting soon, though, and I'm hoping that that'll make it easier to meet some new people and make friends with them, granted they appreciate my style of humor... If somebody only ever acts socially inept around people, does that mean that he's effectively socially inept?
As for the loneliness, I continue to reflect on the whole matter, and, well... will I ever love again?
Only God knows what tomorrow brings, but I wish he'd give me a hint.
Thursday, January 10
Oh. Right.
The appointment on Friday saw me hospitalized for jaundice. I got better on Tuesday. Life goes on.
Offline, mobile, awesome.
The apps that I added from the iPhone have a lot of interoperability with the apps that were on my iPod originally. Maps can interface with my contacts list to give me (fancy this) a map of the surrounding area, and I can get directions to or from that address... Maps rock.
Mail also works closely with my contacts list: if I have an email address, it automatically recognizes that and I can just mail to somebody's name, as opposed to their web address.
URLs in either Mail or Maps will open in Safari, unless they're Youtube URLs, in which case they open in the special Youtube app. Like witchcraft. When I added Mail, I also got a new button in Safari that lets me email links to people directly from Safari.
It gets especially fun when I open Notes. Why? Because it has a button that exports your note to Mail. Why is this exciting? Because I'm writing this blog in Notes and, with the address I added to my Contacts list, can send this directly to Blogger through Mail.
Ka-bam.
Mail also works closely with my contacts list: if I have an email address, it automatically recognizes that and I can just mail to somebody's name, as opposed to their web address.
URLs in either Mail or Maps will open in Safari, unless they're Youtube URLs, in which case they open in the special Youtube app. Like witchcraft. When I added Mail, I also got a new button in Safari that lets me email links to people directly from Safari.
It gets especially fun when I open Notes. Why? Because it has a button that exports your note to Mail. Why is this exciting? Because I'm writing this blog in Notes and, with the address I added to my Contacts list, can send this directly to Blogger through Mail.
Ka-bam.
Wednesday, January 9
And then Apple filed a lawsuit...
I was, for the longest time, one of the larger nay-sayers when it came to, well, everything to do with Apple. I didn't like their file system, I didn't like their computer design, I didn't like their iPods, or even their name. How dare they sour the good word "apple." And what is the deal with e-ver-y-thing being prefixed with a lowercase I?
Then, I started actually using an eMac (the downscaled, economy, eggshell-shaped style of desktop introduced after OS X came out) for my high school journalism class, and found out that Apple wasn't the red-eyed demon I had always thought it was. As a matter of fact, it was more than just usable. It was, dare I say it, intuitive.
And so college rolled around, and I found myself in possession of a pretty large sum of money, which I used to buy a replacement for my laptop. It was deathly slow, you see. Having dealt with both PCs and Macs, and with the advent of the Intel processor under the hood of every new Mac, which allowed for the installation of Windows on Macs, I decided that I could get a Mac and then have the best of both operating systems (which is to say, I could have intuitive stuff on the Mac side, and computer games on the Windows side).
And for a while, I was a fan of Mac. Apple made some darn fine computers, even if their iPod was nowhere near as useful or fully-featured as other MP3 players on the market. And sure, my Zen Vision:M couldn't exactly interface with my new computer, but I had ways of working around that as long as I was near people with a Windows computer.
Then Apple announced the iPhone, and it was sweet, but it was highly unaffordable, and came with a mandatory plan with AT&T, which makes the whole thing even more unaffordable.
Then Apple came out with the iPod Touch, which was like the iPhone, only stripped of the phone plan and, for some reason, several of the really handy applications that weren't phone-centric, like email, Google Maps, and Notes.
Still, I bought an iPod Touch on the grounds that it finally had something that no other MP3 player could replicate: Internet. And it was a good buy, especially because it interfaced with my iMac. But it still couldn't do everything I wanted it to as easily as I wanted it to. Case in point: email, Google Maps, and Notes.
Enter the countless number of people who have worked to hack the iPhone (and concordantly, the iPod Touch), which brings us to this point...
This will only last until Apple releases their first-party SDK and people can install Apple-approved applications on their iPhones/Pod Touches, but I love it. I'm quite giddy at this point, but soon that should evaporate into recognizing the usefulness of these applications for everything they're worth.
Then, I started actually using an eMac (the downscaled, economy, eggshell-shaped style of desktop introduced after OS X came out) for my high school journalism class, and found out that Apple wasn't the red-eyed demon I had always thought it was. As a matter of fact, it was more than just usable. It was, dare I say it, intuitive.
And so college rolled around, and I found myself in possession of a pretty large sum of money, which I used to buy a replacement for my laptop. It was deathly slow, you see. Having dealt with both PCs and Macs, and with the advent of the Intel processor under the hood of every new Mac, which allowed for the installation of Windows on Macs, I decided that I could get a Mac and then have the best of both operating systems (which is to say, I could have intuitive stuff on the Mac side, and computer games on the Windows side).
And for a while, I was a fan of Mac. Apple made some darn fine computers, even if their iPod was nowhere near as useful or fully-featured as other MP3 players on the market. And sure, my Zen Vision:M couldn't exactly interface with my new computer, but I had ways of working around that as long as I was near people with a Windows computer.
Then Apple announced the iPhone, and it was sweet, but it was highly unaffordable, and came with a mandatory plan with AT&T, which makes the whole thing even more unaffordable.
Then Apple came out with the iPod Touch, which was like the iPhone, only stripped of the phone plan and, for some reason, several of the really handy applications that weren't phone-centric, like email, Google Maps, and Notes.
Still, I bought an iPod Touch on the grounds that it finally had something that no other MP3 player could replicate: Internet. And it was a good buy, especially because it interfaced with my iMac. But it still couldn't do everything I wanted it to as easily as I wanted it to. Case in point: email, Google Maps, and Notes.
Enter the countless number of people who have worked to hack the iPhone (and concordantly, the iPod Touch), which brings us to this point...
This will only last until Apple releases their first-party SDK and people can install Apple-approved applications on their iPhones/Pod Touches, but I love it. I'm quite giddy at this point, but soon that should evaporate into recognizing the usefulness of these applications for everything they're worth.
Wednesday, January 2
The votes have been tallied: I'm dying.
I was feeling particularly optimistic for the new year until about 8:30 yesterday morning when I spent nearly two hours in the bathroom with the threesies. This was before I had anything to eat.
So far, the new year has seen me going to the toilet on almost if not on an hourly basis, and I am glad to say that I have somehow remained hydrated through it all. Still, the sheer volume of diarrhea I've had since the beginning of the week weighed against the amount of food that I've ingested leads me to believe that I have one of two things. The first option is that I'm infected with malaria, and the second is that my intestines are failing.
Whatever the case may be, I've decided that enough is enough. I'm tired of it actually requiring effort to press the keys on this keyboard, I'm tired of my stomach constantly being in pain, I'm tired of the way my threesies are completely barreling through my family's supply of toilet paper AND moistened wipes, and I'm tired of the way this new Imodium tastes.
I'm setting up an appointment with a doctor on base tomorrow. If God loves me, that doctor will immediately refer me to a better hospital for a same-day appointment.
So far, the new year has seen me going to the toilet on almost if not on an hourly basis, and I am glad to say that I have somehow remained hydrated through it all. Still, the sheer volume of diarrhea I've had since the beginning of the week weighed against the amount of food that I've ingested leads me to believe that I have one of two things. The first option is that I'm infected with malaria, and the second is that my intestines are failing.
Whatever the case may be, I've decided that enough is enough. I'm tired of it actually requiring effort to press the keys on this keyboard, I'm tired of my stomach constantly being in pain, I'm tired of the way my threesies are completely barreling through my family's supply of toilet paper AND moistened wipes, and I'm tired of the way this new Imodium tastes.
I'm setting up an appointment with a doctor on base tomorrow. If God loves me, that doctor will immediately refer me to a better hospital for a same-day appointment.
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