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Jul. 21st, 2006 05:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
htothehPandora is a beautiful, beautiful thing.
The phone has not rung at all. Can't say I'm really sorry about that. Means I get paid to sit around and listen to music. Rats.
I like not working at Ralph's anymore. It means that I have a real schedule, which is nice. Bossman Dan actually called me Tuesday to see if I could work a swim meet that afternoon. After not having had a schedule for a week, and having been told by Chris that I could have as many hours as I wanted, I of course told him that if he really wanted me, I could come in. Because I'm a sad, sorry person like that. Then, of course, I realized that I could not, in fact, come in, since we were doing family dinner for Dad's birthday. Oops. Called back, of course, but I think that was kind of me quitting. Which makes it much more awkward that I think I have one last check to pick up.
I really need to get on the learning Python thing. I want to have a job next semester, and since they dropped the other room in my suite from frosh (who, incidentally, is the guy now in East 111?) I would like to be able to play with froshlings. Um.
So yeah, important things that happened in the past month. Not so many of them. I finally got around to finishing the transfer of the entries from my old blog to this livejournal. That was a bit surreal, because I of course ended up rereading them at the same time. Funny how everything comes full circle; they were entries from the end of my junior year and the beginning of my senior year, at least a few of which dealt with college woe. I mentioned several times that I probably didn't want to go to an engineering school, but if I did end up applying, it would be to Mudd.
That exercise, incidently, is also why I'm intent on inflicting day-to-day blather upon the internet. There were quite a few entries where I obviously had something on my mind, and at that time knew exactly what it was, but didn't write about it. Now, of course, I have no idea what I was talking about. I like being able to look back at what I was thinking and what I was doing way back when. The idea of being able to look back in a couple of years and be reminded of this summer is very appealing, but difficult to manage if I don't actually write anything.
I deeply dislike my prof for this second summer class--"Contemporary Moral Issues." Keeping in mind that it's an accelerated summer class, we spent three days on sexual ethics and one on Kant, which, slightly creepy in my book. Also he's almost convinced me, entirely by accident, that eating animals is a Bad Thing. I don't want to give up my hamburgers, but I also don't want to eat cows. I'm not sure at this point which wish is stronger. I do know that I've almost completely stopped paying attention in class, which something that I very rarely do on purpose. I mean, sure I zoned out frequently in Physics lecture last year, but that had to do with the hour, not the material. Or the prof.
On the bright side, I am gainfully employed, for ten hours a week receptionisting at least, and a variable number of hours doing computery odd jobs, so I'm all set. I cannot wait for class to be over, though, which makes me a little sad.
Only a little more than a month before the school year starts up again. Ye gods.
The phone has not rung at all. Can't say I'm really sorry about that. Means I get paid to sit around and listen to music. Rats.
I like not working at Ralph's anymore. It means that I have a real schedule, which is nice. Bossman Dan actually called me Tuesday to see if I could work a swim meet that afternoon. After not having had a schedule for a week, and having been told by Chris that I could have as many hours as I wanted, I of course told him that if he really wanted me, I could come in. Because I'm a sad, sorry person like that. Then, of course, I realized that I could not, in fact, come in, since we were doing family dinner for Dad's birthday. Oops. Called back, of course, but I think that was kind of me quitting. Which makes it much more awkward that I think I have one last check to pick up.
I really need to get on the learning Python thing. I want to have a job next semester, and since they dropped the other room in my suite from frosh (who, incidentally, is the guy now in East 111?) I would like to be able to play with froshlings. Um.
So yeah, important things that happened in the past month. Not so many of them. I finally got around to finishing the transfer of the entries from my old blog to this livejournal. That was a bit surreal, because I of course ended up rereading them at the same time. Funny how everything comes full circle; they were entries from the end of my junior year and the beginning of my senior year, at least a few of which dealt with college woe. I mentioned several times that I probably didn't want to go to an engineering school, but if I did end up applying, it would be to Mudd.
That exercise, incidently, is also why I'm intent on inflicting day-to-day blather upon the internet. There were quite a few entries where I obviously had something on my mind, and at that time knew exactly what it was, but didn't write about it. Now, of course, I have no idea what I was talking about. I like being able to look back at what I was thinking and what I was doing way back when. The idea of being able to look back in a couple of years and be reminded of this summer is very appealing, but difficult to manage if I don't actually write anything.
I deeply dislike my prof for this second summer class--"Contemporary Moral Issues." Keeping in mind that it's an accelerated summer class, we spent three days on sexual ethics and one on Kant, which, slightly creepy in my book. Also he's almost convinced me, entirely by accident, that eating animals is a Bad Thing. I don't want to give up my hamburgers, but I also don't want to eat cows. I'm not sure at this point which wish is stronger. I do know that I've almost completely stopped paying attention in class, which something that I very rarely do on purpose. I mean, sure I zoned out frequently in Physics lecture last year, but that had to do with the hour, not the material. Or the prof.
On the bright side, I am gainfully employed, for ten hours a week receptionisting at least, and a variable number of hours doing computery odd jobs, so I'm all set. I cannot wait for class to be over, though, which makes me a little sad.
Only a little more than a month before the school year starts up again. Ye gods.
