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Based on your input, you show definite strengths in the following areas of intelligence: Musical/RhythmicFind out what your strengths are here. You'll probably be able to guess the outcome (taken from Yume's site).
Verbal, Logical/Mathematical, Visual/Spatial, Intrapersonal Intelligence
You use [above intelligences] with some comfort and ease.You could take or leave the application or use of this intelligence.While you accept it, you do not embrace it.Gaining expertise in this intelligence would be satisfying, but would require considerable effort.
You prefer Musical/Rhythmic intelligence, using it with comfort and ease. Given an opportunity, you will usually select it.Becoming an expert should be rewarding and fulfilling, and will require little effort.
Bodily/Kinesthetic Intelligence, Interpersonal Intelligence
[Above Intelligences are] not one of your favorites.You will probably go out of your way to avoid situations where you must exercise this intelligence.Gaining expertise in this intelligence might be frustrating, and would require great effort.
Did anyone notice that the new service providers for envy oh-so-kindly let us retrieve our files? So yes, the rest of my page is back...sort of. If you click any of the links you'll see what I mean by "sort of".
I actually feel that I have quite a bit to say right now, but I don't know. I feel pressed for time. I procrastinate anyway. Bah.
The preferred programming language of ICS 6A, a math class made up of mostly computer science majors and minors?
HTML, naturally =D
I'm in the library waiting for Apes to get a sub again, so I may as well give you a nice update on my life. So kick back with your bottled Starbucks frap and prepare for a nice, long, boring read.
And suddenly, I can't seem to remember what the heck it is that I've been doing these past few days. Go figure.
Well, I do remember going to the library yesterday. Like a moron I had forgotten to bring my math homework and answer manual (although I did manage to remember to bring my mathbook and notes) so I spent most of my time working on my program. Java can...ugh. I'm getting headachy just thinking about it. The thing is, I understand the program while I'm reading it, but I can't write it. Dammit...damn me to java hell. Well, I suppose it works that ways in all languages, not just programming languages. Ha. Well, anyway we left the library at closing. There was this huge awesome ring around the moon (must be that deadly combo of UCI cigarette smoke and cell phone radiation) that just rocked the socks. Then P started telling me about all this supernatural stuff like being paralyzed for a few minutes or so upon waking up and about a ghost that shows up on streets looking for a ride. Kooky stuff.
There are three guys in my dorm who are on a meatless diet. One is actually doing it because of a diet. One is doing it for lent, but he still eats fish (reasonable) and the last guy, Dirty D, is trying to prove to him that fish does indeed count as meat so he's going on a meatless and fishless diet and is consequently suffering withdrawal. Highly amusing.
Ughhhh I've got an essay due on Friday and a lab exam next Tuesday. The lab exam was supposed to be tomorrow but it got moved. I was doing a little victory dance in my head when I found out and I may have let out a joyous exclamation or two in the middle of lecture every time I reminded myself of my good fortune.
I am rather hungry right now. I had cookies back at the dorm. Keeblers Grasshoppers or something like that. They taste like Girl Scout cookies...thin mints. Now that's quality stuff.
Happy Birthday Mommy (and happy birthday to Sunflower's mommy...her birthday was yesterday)
I need someone to play the guitar while I'm doing homework all the time.
I was doing my math out in the common area when DJ came in and sat down on the couch with his guitar and just started playing/practicing. "Noodleing" I suppose. It wasn't a distraction, and I think I actually worked better when he was playing. Now only if had a guitarist on hand every day.
I remember...once in third grade this one girl walked in really late--like a half an hour late--to class. When she walked in she handed the teacher the excuse note her mom had given her. I can still remember the look on my teacher's face and her tone of voice as she said
Your little sister didn't want to put her shoes on?!Quality stuff...just quality.
thanks for the birthday greetings smelly :] hope you're havin fun heh heh.. there was a girl in my hall that said "Don't give me that look! It's not nice!" was it her fault too? *shrug* I'll talk to you lates. sayo-onara...
It wasn't my fault!And so goes the twisted logic of my brother's friend ET (who happens to be related to Tbone and Yume lets all hope that insanity doesn't run in the family =D j/k) during class today.
I never said it was your fault.
But you're looking at me
Well you're the only one with a broken foot in here...
But that wasn't my fault!
Then whose fault is it?
The school's fault!
And why is it the school's fault?
Because they gave us the day off on Monday!
Oh I see...and if you didn't have the day off you wouldn't have played football.
Yeah, I wouldn't have been playing. I would have been in school--learning.
I was looking at my knee after I got out of the shower. I have a scar there that I had almost forgotten about. I got it in eighth grade during PE. We were playing basketball, and I lunged for the ball and the girl who was blocking me sorta put her leg out in front of me when she was trying to block me. I tripped and landed on my knee. It wasn't like a scrape or anything--I landed straight down on my knee. I must have landed on a rock or something because it wound up being more like a hole in my knee. I looked at it right after I fell--before all the blood came--and I could see the layers of tissue under the skin around the edges of the hole in my knee. It was grossly fascinating. And then everything got all bloody. Oh well.
*blogging* hee,hee...waaait a sec...you alreadie blogged!! how come it doesn't show up when i look at the page? how wierd :P :) hee,hee...i have a dell quietkey too :P and it's not quiet 'cause i always wake up roomie w/it :P :) bye bye :)
I'm in tech lab right now waiting...waiting...waiting. Waiting for Apes to get her replacement so we can go grub on some good (good?) commons food.
That was the Ape typing. She is bored and she is starving. Okay someone was just looking at me when I was typing. I think I type kind of loud. Funny, this keyboard is called a Dell Quietkey. Ha. Ha. Ha.
I'm not as hungry as I am tired. I think I'm going to need some black coffee or something when we go get dinner. Hm. Aiights aiights. I really don't have anything amusing to type (not that I ever do) I'm just killing time.
You know when I stop typing everything gets astonishingly quiet in here. My goodness. What are people doing in here? They should be working on homework or something, but I think that most of them are just surfing the web. That's why no one else is typing up ten storms and bringing some keyboardy noise into this quiet room. My freakin lord. Anyhow, this is a lot of nonsense and yes I think I'm disturbing the peace. Payce my peoples.
I complain a lot. Whine whine whine. I can't help it. It's my nature. I know I have a lot of things to be grateful for. I'm thankful to be going to college, thankful that my parents feel that I should have a college education. I'm grateful that I have a mos' wonderful roommate who puts up with my whining and complaining and newfound messiness and actually cleans up after me. I'm thankful for the uncle who is mucking through my programming with me. I'm grateful for the friends that constantly reassure me that they are only a phone call away. I'm thankful for the friend that allows me to "use and abuse" him freely. I'm grateful to have the best brother in the world who can make me laugh when no one else can. So when I complain about, well, everything, I do keep these things in the back of my mind. And with that, I'm going to do some chillaxin studying (i.e. I'm going to semi-concentrate on it because my brain is dead).
I'm also thankful for the fact that Disney is on the up and up. The stock is almost up to 24...!
Busboy: Is this Sar's plate?Sunflower, Sar and I got our grub on at Islands at Paseo Colorado on Saturday. We had paper plates for the fries, and I had written a message* on Sar's plate. I would have written on my plate but it had ketchup all over it.
Busboy: Did Sar enjoy her meal?
My mom and I made okonomiyaki yesterday night. It was the third time I had tried it, the first being at school when my Japanese teacher had made it and the second being at Sar's house. The two previous times had been from scratch. Much, much better than the boxed stuff. They put all this weird crap into the boxed stuff. Well...I guess it tasted okay. I don't know about the sauce though. We bought the bottle because it said "okonomiyaki sauce" on it, but it looked, smelled, and tasted exactly like tonkatsu sauce.
I've more or less got a three day week this week. Three day weekend and no class on Friday...! Oh yes, and no eight-o-clocks this week. I believe I'm happy.
Scratch the happy part...lab exam on Thursday. Blah...I have to go study now.The message on the plate:
This is Sar's plate.
She enjoyed her meal very much
I am blogging from the laptop. Dialup connection really, really sucks. I'm trying to send music files to myself (using the dsl connection on the iMac and dialup on this) and it's taking freakin one hour for three stupid mp3s. Blah. Anyway, going to go out to eat tonight. I saw the MIB's brother at Savons. Hm. I'm rather sleepy.
Dirty D (10:16 PM): why you onlineHaha...so someone made me laugh today. Right after I IMed him that he comes across the hall, pounds on the door yells "You're not naked!" and then goes back to his room before I can go get the door. Well, I've got homework. Ain't that lovely.
Dirty D (10:17 PM): you should be getting naked on vday
midori (10:18 PM): hahah
midori (10:18 PM): how do you know I'm not?
*I sorta changed the name for Dirty D from something else...figured I'd wind up w/ a lot of porn searches if I left it....=X
I was sitting in lab today looking at my hopelessly incomplete lab. I just had this sad sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach.
A lot of that feeling probably had to do with the hopeless incompleteness of my lab, but some of it probably had to do with valentines day.
Oh yeah, happy valentines. Now back to what I was saying...
In all honesty vday has never really bothered me. I've always thought it was a lot of hype and extremely overrated, but I've never felt quite so...bitter. Or bothered. Maybe it's because before I was surrounded by close friends and stuff like this didn't matter as much. Maybe it's because lately, I've just been feeling dissatisfied with life in general and all of this is giving me more reason to feel dissatisfied. I don't know. Whatever the case, the whole hearts-and-flowers deal has got me thinking...and that's never good. I'm the type of person who gets poisoned by her own thoughts.
I've never needed a relationship, not a romantic one anyway. In fact, I've been rather contemptuous of them. It's only recently that I've somewhat conceded that they might not be all that horrible, but I still don't think that I need one; I've still got the Singles 4 life! contract pinned up high on my wall, loud and proud. So what is it that's bothering me? I don't know. I don't know much nowadays.
For all of you other singles here are a couple of good articles that I ran across on IIstix.
And to all of you who are happily coupled up...hope you have a great Valentine's day.
hey smelly.. dunno if you got my message some days ago. left it on your answering machine. eh, it's not important if you didn't get it. just a hey. well, just stoppin by to say happy valentine's day.. happy valentine's day :]
This is my friend ArrayList. ArrayList the Robot
And that's what I learned in my ICS21 LARC session...
So anyway, I'm not hungry anymore but I'm tired. There was actually a lot of stuff I wanted to write but I don't really remember what.
You know, time has been passing rather quickly. I can't say I'm happy or content even. Resigned maybe. Yes, I'm resigned to my postition. Better than nothing.
I should quit blogging at night. I can't think.
Killing some time before I wake up the Ape so we can go hit some balls and make fools of ourselves on the tennis court. I'm quite hungry, so by the time we get back I'll probably be half-starved and eager to eat anything...even commons food.
I can't write, I keep thinking about how tired/hungry I am. I've been very tired/hungry all the time lately. Bleh. I can't stop thinking about how tired/hungry I am! But I will try...I will.
Not working. I'm still tired/hungry. I'll write something...later.
updating for you since you have a life and wasn't able to do it :) hee,hee...*updating* *tada*! :)
Ha....had to throw this in...my day has been made. I'm choking back laughter as I speak. Well...anyway. Yeah. Did you know that the classic novel that best represents me is The Prince by Machiavelli (sp?)? Kooky stuff.
Standing outside of the music building with S and Mr Band PresidentIt was an extra-long rehearsal today. We still don't have our act together. One more rehearsal mon...we lose one because of the holiday on Monday. All we can do now is hope for a miracle...hahah. Like that'll happen. It's all good though. I really missed playing. I really should practice...
MBP's phone rings
S: Ooooh booty call!
MBP shakes head
S: Ahahah right it's probably a booty call! Or his mom.
MBP: It's probably my mom.
S: Or a booty call.
Me: Or maybe it's both.
S gets a shocked expression on her face
S: Ohhh no no no I can't believe you just said that.
Silence while MBP checks phone. MBP looks at phone and just puts it back into his pocket.
Me: He's not saying anything.
S: He can't believe you just said that either.
For some reason adequate sleep is not enough. I was getting feverish sensations during practice. Maybe it was the kooky sounds. Hm. Anyhow, time for bed. I think...I might actually make it to breakfast tomorrow morning. Gasp.
"The way you think at night is no good in the morning."
For Whom the Bell Tolls
Leave it to Hemingway to put my thoughts into words. He's really not a bad guy when he isn't rambling on and on about old men eating raw fish. Anyway, I just read this earlier this evening, and thought about how true it was. For some reason, what you think at night just seems totally wrong when you think about the same thing in the morning. Well, maybe not for you but for me, that's for sure. At night, I'm much more willing to talk. I guess I'm a little more uninhibited. You know that. I know it too. It's that "night high" talking. Sometimes I think I say too much. Or talk too much...and say nothing.
Doesn't this look like a quote test? I write the quote, I explain the quote, I give an example from my own experience (sort of). I have been trained (sort of) well.
Taken from Irv's blog (2/25/01)
That was a post I had made during my senior year. I was just coming off of application depression and I suppose I really could have/should have talked to someone about everything that was bothering me. There was a lot of stuff I didn't tell anyone despite the fact that I really wanted to at the time. The problem was, everything always looked more in proportion come morning and I would feel ridiculous for being all melodramatic and whiny the previous night. That shut me up quick. It was easier then than it is now. I really talk too much.
As far as the ICS midterm goes I would have to say that everything is pretty much up in the air. At this point, everything depends on the mean. In any case I think I have a chance of not failing.
And remember all, 2 is a prime number (I am such a dolt).
Anxiously awaiting/dreading midterm results. I'm going to go pick up the one for math today. That's going to be the better one, I'm sure of it. I won't say I did well, because if I do I'm probably going to wind up pulling my foot out of my mouth, but I'm fairly certain that I passed it. The Java midterm on the other hand--I have many, many doubts about that one. I talked to J who had taken it last quarter and she told me that this one was much more difficult, and even Damy--after going over my test packet--had said that this one was a lot trickier. The thing is, there are many, many people taking the course for the second time. They have a slight advantage...
Enough of the whining...I did enough of that last night.
Anyway, I've gotta go get my score and go home now...bah.
Wowie! You are Times New Roman! You may set the standard for many things, but you aren't really very interesting and many consider you to be ugly/a waste of space. Yes I am quite the dull one. I rather like using Times/Times New Roman. For schoolwork anyhow.
Ape and I actually attempted to "play" tennis. We weren't even really playing...more like rallying. If even that. Oh well, at least we match eachother skill-wise. At least I didn't hit it over the fence. That would be a pain. Huh. The grip on my racket is coming off. I need to re-wrap it.
Midterm tomorrow. I'm scared.
I'm finally going to admit this to the world. I'm the biggest idiot I know. I have an intellectual capacity slightly above the average person but I've used so little that my apparent intelligence is slightly (i.e. waaaaay) below that of the average person. The fact that I do not make use of this intelligence just goes to show how completely stupid I am. Proven competence on the Stanford-Binet scale indeed. I need to be shot.
I'm so tired I hurt....
Happy Valentine's! (link from S&F)
I saw the most interesting thing when I was walking back from 21 lecture...there was this sac-like thing suspended at the end of humanities bridge. There was a girl inside, and from the looks of things I think she was naked. Anyhow, she was there being some person's subject for photography. Or something. Yes, that was odd.
I'm tired. Tired like mad. Meh.
This evening I discovered that "playing" jazz makes me feel utterly ridiculous.
I guess I'm not a very jazzy person.
Say NO 2 Sax!
ASL: Anti-Sax League (sorry Ape)
The song I like: "Oops Oh My" by Tweet and Missy por vida....
Theory is when you know something, but it doesn't workI took that one from DK and oh...the truth that lies in it.
Practice is when something works, but you don't know why
Programmers combine theory and practice:
nothing works and they don't know why.
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I was walking back from the computer science building when I heard someone calling my name. It was D. He was taking a break from his lab to go back to his dorm to call his girlfriend because it's his fifteen month today...hahah. Good boy.
I was crossing one of the bridge things on ring road when I spotted one of those ad things. They were looking for SAT tutors for high school kids. Verrry tempting, but they were looking for SAT high scorers and I'm afraid that my score isn't very high by the standards of many...besides I'm guessing that I would need a car to get to wherever. But 15-25 dollars an hour...! *sigh* Woe is me.
Trying to decide whether to eat right now or not. I have rehearsal in less than two hours. Eat or sleep...? I'm guessing I need to sleep more than I need to eat. Bah.
Yes I am quite the ALAG. More like BLAG or something along those line. PLAG CLAG. Bitter pessimistic and cynical. Yes.
Anyhow, it was a good night yesternight. After Damy dropped me off apres review session Sunflower and Sar picked me up and we went to run some late-night errands and then took a trip to Starbucks. I tried their new mocha cinnamon stuff. It was okay...I think I prefer my tall nonfat caramel macchiato.
We went to the same place we always go to (the white rabbit isn't there anymore) and chatted for a while. Ugh, I was kinda moody and yadda. As usual. We went to Sunflower's house afterward and sat in her room and talked. I miss having them around all the time.
I don't know what it is about Irvine. I've actually put serious thought into transferring but have come to the conclusion that it wouldn't be practical. Besides, where would I go?
I went to see a concert of the brother's this afternoon. They played William Tell. I liked watching the whole violin section--their bowing was synchronous. Everything was in sync. Quite amazing. They "ebbed and flowed" simultaneously. Mark of a good orchestra. Oh, and they had ten bass players. Psycho.
Oh and I got to see our Queen Ant aka the MIB. Always a good thing.
The brother helped take my stuff up and I played him the beginning of my crapful recording of the 1812 overture. They cut off the entire beginning. Suckagex10. Not only that but the part they did start on? They play it at like...half speed. Bah. I think I'll get a better copy from le brother.
Meh. Midterms this week. I want this week to be over. I need to do homework.
Just finished running the brother around on some last minute winter formal errands. He came into my room at like, 8:30 pm asking me which shirt he should wear. Little dork thinks he can wear red even when his date is wearing blue. I didn't like any of his blue shirts so we took a trip to the mall and then went to his friend's house (which is right across the street from Skim's house) to borrow his tie. We then trekked to Starbucks so I could get something sweet to drink. On the way home I was flipping through the radio stations and happened upon Beethoven's fifth, which was one of the first pieces we had played with Youth Symphony West about three years ago, so we listened to that. When we got home, it still wasn't over so we sat there and listened and chatted. Was nice. The caramel macchiato was especially good for some reason. Well blended.
I pretty much wasted the whole day today. I think I'll get some studying/work done before I go to bed tonight. Blah. I really don't feel like doing much of anything...
left a bitter taste....everything is disturbing
Remember senior year? January? It's coming back. Tenfold.
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