My math prof on algorithms: “… switch off the thinking part of your brain … [because] … you see an algorithm – you start thinking about it – [and] you become emotionally involved.” (He emphasized the part in italics.)

Professor: “How is your semester going?”
Me: “It’s going all right – I’m looking for a research advisor.”
Professor: “What are you interested in?”
Me: *goes into semi-exhaustive detail*
Professor: “Aggghhhh funding!”
Me: “But I don’t have to be paid this year because I have a TAship.”
Professor: *fails to take the hint* “Ah … well … good luck!”

Me: “So … I’m looking for a thesis topic and advisor.”
Professors: “It’s okay, you have a TAship this year – you don’t have to worry.”
Grad Students: “Get one ASAP or you’ll be here forever!!!!!! Like me!”

Girl walking past me talking on phone: “I’m a science major in an engineering class for engineers, and I don’t know how to do the first problem set even though it’s been explained to me three times, and I WANT TO SHOOT MYSELF.” (Sheesh, chill out. It’s only the second week of class.)

Me: “In my rocket propulsion class, the grad students get to earn their keep by coordinating the rocket launch project.”
Peter: “How is that punishment?”
Me: *smirks slightly* “Exactly.”

Seven random things you may or may not know about me (I was tagged by Melda on this one and am using it as an excuse to post):

1. I am in the middle of writing my “Personal Statement” for grad school apps. Loads of fun? Heh. I think not. In spite of not wanting to do it and procrastinating, I have been slowly chipping away at it. My problem is that I edit as I write – I just need to spill my guts and revise later. So I’ve been doing a lot of freewriting on paper, with the intention of editing as I type it in. At least, that’s what the plan is. (Yes, there must be a Plan.) Stanford wants seven hundred characters on how I would contribute to the diversity of the entering grad class. Why do they care? They have tons of international applicants; they care if I can do the work, do it well, and bring money.

2. I love Christmas music. However, I refuse to bring up my Christmas playlists until after Thanksgiving.

3. Who I actually wanted to win the 2008 U.S. presidential race: www.tighroslin.com
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I don’t know why I’m posting.

Well, yes, I do. I’m posting to keep myself from getting sucked into the black hole that is Facebook. Or getting into a several-hours-long IM conversation. What I need to do is spew/vent/rant whatever’s on my mind, iron something to wear tomorrow, go get sweaty, shower, and then crash. So I can have yet another stab at this weird thing called “getting up on time”. I admit I like to push it. And I admit that I’m slightly disappointed that I can’t fool myself into thinking that the time is earlier than it actually is. (For the past few years I’ve set my watch a few minutes fast, hoping that when I wake up and see it, I’ll be too incapacitated to subtract. It very rarely works.)

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