Archive for ‘I’m nerdy’

June 18th, 2011

tears of joy and excitement

One of my last projects as an undergraduate is coming to finally coming to life.

I was part of an elite group of student editors chosen to prepare Clayton Christensen and Henry Eyring’s new book for publishing. After a year of watching the bookshelves with anxious anticipation, it’s being released in August.

Here is a CNN opinion article highlighting the basic premise of the book: The Innovative University: Changing the DNA of Higher Education from the Inside Out.

I’m pre-ordering my copy from Amazon.

* We are back from Las Vegas mostly safe and sound, but more on that later.

September 16th, 2010

the new neighbors

We’ve lived in our new apartment for two weeks, and I’ve been watching my neighbors closely.

Upstairs neighbors:

  • College-age son living with older mother (I’m not going to guess nationality because I’m no good at it, but they speak Spanish and it makes me feel cultured somehow); they are very nice.
  • Son drives PT Cruiser, except today, he drove the minivan.
  • I’ve never actually seen the mother.
  • Son likes to listen to loud music, but never at night so I can’t complain. The other day when I was putting our laundry away, I’m pretty sure he was dancing to his loud music. For some reason knowing that he was dancing to his music made me smile.
  • Son (I’ll have to come up with a nickname) just came home from working out. Good for him. Except, he was wearing flip-flops… so I think he was just lifting weights (his arms seem like they lift a lot of weights).

Downstairs neighbors:

  • Moved in two days after we did.
  • I’ve never seen them leave their apartment, but I know they do.
  • Have at least one kid, who cries, but not obnoxiously (so far).

Third floor on the left neighbors:

  • Newly married couple.
  • Wife doesn’t speak English.
  • Husband dresses a little sloppy.
  • Seem nice.
  • Drive a blue car.
  • Left their front door open last night before going out. Oopsies.

First floor on the left neighbors:

  • Husband and wife.
  • Wife is pregnant or at least wears pregnant-looking tops.
  • Husband is a student and recently purchased his books from the bookstore.
  • Husband wears a black hat all the time.
  • Drive black, two-door Honda.
  • Like eating Taco Bell, Little Caesars, and Bajio.

At this time, we do not have any across-the-cement neighbors, or they are insanely quiet and never leave their apartment.

Two days ago while I was in the parking lot, I discovered that our old across-the-cement neighbors Malibu Barbie and Beach Boy Ken also live in our new building, just in the other stairwell. It is possible that they live across the wall from us. More observation is needed.

There is this one guy that I see from time to time outside talking on his phone (he’s ALWAYS talking on his phone). Because he’s always outside talking on his phone, I don’t know which apartment he lives in. I just saw him walking to the clubhouse…talking on his phone.

OH! Malibu Barbie and Beach Boy Ken just left to go work out — in matching outfits!

Our new apartment has windows on the front of the building and on the back of the building, so I can see ALL of the comings and goings.

I wonder what our neighbors have noticed about us…

September 6th, 2010


I just now discovered that I can’t see out the peep hole in our new front door. How am I supposed to spy on our neighbors now? I had to stand on my tippy toes to see out our last one, but at least I could see out. I can’t even get my forehead close to the new peep hole, let alone one of my eyes.

And spying on my neighbors was one of my favorite hobbies too…

June 7th, 2010

0.13 years until

I never have to do homework again.


46 days

1 month, 16 days

6 weeks, 4 days

34 weekdays

I graduate from college. I tried to write a sentence about how I feel about that. There are simply too many feelings for one sentence so, instead, I just sat blinking. I’ll be almost 30 weeks pregnant (i.e. fat).

Two notes from the author:

#1: All calculations were performed by the “computational knowledge engine” Wolfram Alpha and not by me, so they can be trusted.

#2: I know that they are both Latin so people have a hard time, but there is a difference in the usage of the abbreviations e.g. and i.e.; they aren’t meant to be used interchangeably. E.g. means “for example” and i.e. means “that is” or “in other words.” So, if someone wrote, “Tonight we will be playing fun games, i.e. Twister and Telephone.” That means they are only playing games Twister and Telephone. If they had written, “Tonight we will be playing fun games, e.g. Twister and Telephone.” That means Twister and Telephone are just examples of games they will be playing. I’m just passing on the knowledge so that one day I won’t have to read posters and other promotional materials implying things they don’t mean.

March 24th, 2010

impersonate a graduate day

Today is my favorite day of every semester.

At the end of every semester the bookstore sets up booths with stuff for the soon-to-be graduates. They have tables with caps, gowns, alumni stuff, and POPCORN.

Popcorn is my absolute favorite snack (and apples).

I discovered about three seemsters ago that I can float through all the booths and tables straight to the popcorn and float right back out without anyone noticing my existence.

Today they had little cups with lemonade too.

I wasn’t planning on going to the bookstore today, but I took the Jergens lotion out of my backpack a few days ago and my hands were really dry. When I don’t have lotion in my backpack, I go to the bookstore and use a squirt of ¬†one of the lotion Testors. Today’s flavor was Bamboo.

Next semester, I’ll be a legitimate soon-to-be graduate.

February 18th, 2010

queen of the mountain

I don’t really know how to explain or where to start, but today I had a moment I will probably treasure forever (okay, more likely just for the duration of my collegiate experience).

I made a comment in my literature class today about a poem we have been studying, and received the highest praise a professor could give a student. The poem has particular meaning to me, and I shared insight into the poem that brought the discussion to an end.

I’m being vague because full explanation would require a recap of an hour-long discussion and the last six months of my life. Specifics aren’t necessary. I just wanted to document my victorious domination in the classroom today.

January 15th, 2010

only one question remains

Should I do more homework or read a book?

Brag moment:

I’ve been a very dedicated student for the first two weeks of the new semester. I went to all of my classes on time (with the exception of the one that I couldn’t find because I was in the wrong building, but that only happened once), I did the homework EARLY, I did more than I was required and expected to do, I made comments in class, I was nice to all the other kids (it’s really hard sometimes). I’ve been a very good student.

End of bragging.

Matt had to go to meetings because he’s important. I’m wearing his giant slippers.

Here I sit, faced with a dilemma: Should I do more homework or read the new book that’s been sitting on Matt’s desk for a week, making me crazy with curiosity and the thirst for the written word? (Yeah, that was a wee dramatic.)

See, the issue is my homework is reading. Reading, reading, and when I think I’m done, more reading. If I’m going to be spending my time reading, shouldn’t I spend it reading the homework for one of my classes? Learning something about autocratic power, American realism, dangerous trips to Antarctica, or ethnic stratification of a specific sub-population?

Oh, who am I kidding? We all knew I was going to choose the book.

December 19th, 2009

a picture says it all

It writes in black too, but the black part of the ribbon is pretty worn out, so I just keep it on red. Red makes more of a statement anyway. Sorry about the white balance, I’m too busy right now to let my perfectionism take over.

December 4th, 2009

I can explain the lines on my face

I just woke up. I came to the second floor of the library to the area just past “General Books E-K” and pushed two chairs together so I could sleep. And sleep I did. Usually when I go to “sleep” in the library, I just close my eyes and kind of rest, but I’m pretty aware of my surroundings.

I just rolled over in my two chairs about twenty minutes ago (that’s how long it took the internet to load on my iPod so I could post) and discovered that I was surrounded by completely different people and their laptops. I had slept and probably drooled for over an hour. In fact, the only reason I’m awake is because I rolled over into the arm rest with my knee and it hurt.

I was having a really weird dream. Emily and Jared were there, that’s always nice.

I have my “ear buds” in, but I haven’t been listening to music…I forgot to turn it on.

I don’t have any shoes on. One of my favorite past times is walking around the library in only my socks. It’s bad for my socks, but it’s just so comfy. I have all of the all-carpet routes in the library memorized so I don’t have to walk on the slimy winter slush on the tiled areas.

I still have a little while for my class and I’m still tired. As long as I have massive lines all over the left side of my face, I might as well roll over and sleep until class.

There are a group of girls in the group study room behind the wall my chairs are against, they are singing Row, Row, Row Your Boat and I really hope they stop.

I might knock on the wall to give them some encouragement.

Man, these girls are annoying. Now they are talking about how they think everyone just needs to have faith so that dinosaurs don’t come back. What? These people are in college?

Uh,oh, they are planning on coming out now to “ask people to come in for interviews.”

They are walking toward the door.

Closing my eyes as if I’m asleep.

November 18th, 2009

a little note to the still single

Picking your nose in a public area (like at the computer next to me) greatly decreases your chances of securing a date for this weekend, or ever. FYI.

Oh, and it sounds like there is a giant toilet being flushed above me. No one else looks at all concerned, but I’m wondering if I should relocate.

SPY UPDATE: The full-time custodian at the library followed me back from the printer and walked up to the window by the computer I’m using and hid two pens, lime green and royal blue, behind the curtain and walked away. He’s a spy.