Weekend Update
Monday: was a relatively mundane day, on the whole. I spent the afternoon, after my classes, playing Rock Band on and off with roommates.
It’s One Universal Law but Two Sides to Every Story or: Limit Speed Math Height Restriction Push (A Sestina)
Limit, speed, Math, height, restriction and push were all provided at random by members of the 14th floor.
Spring 2009
Here’s what’s on my docket for this busy semester.
You Have Found Her, Now Go and Get Her or: Life Would Be Easier As a Beatles Song
Hey Jude, don’t make it bad.
Take a sad song, and make it better.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Only then can you be together.
They Say You Can’t Turn A Bad Girl Good…or: The Problem With The Facebook News Feed
She’s beautiful, stunningly beautiful,
But comes off as slightly stuck up.
Or maybe she just comes off that way to me?
And I wouldn’t be writing this if it weren’t for that News Feed
Making it hard to not notice the new pictures she posted.
Life in D.C.: Frequently Asked Questions
Having finally settled back into Austin, I can now stop and answer some of those ever-present FAQs asked by family, friends and readers about my time in Washington.
From home to…home in Texas!
“Home is where the heart is.”
“There is no place like home.”
“Home is where memories are built.” (I think this one resembles an HGTV commercial.)
Oh, The Places You Will Go
So I’m back at UT, unpacked and settled into my dorm with a few staples like granola bars, ramen noodles (I haven’t gotten sick of them yet) and several bottles of water.
And…we’re back!
I just finished my first week of the spring semester. I’m in some pretty solid engineering classes. This semester I’m taking statics, physics II, engineering computations and differential equations. Sounds pretty hard, and after the first couple days I would agree. More on that later.
The Swing of Things
Another day, another dollar. This semester’s “first day of school” was something of an anticlimax, given that I am only taking two real classes. These classes, however, are so real that I don’t even feel guilty about slacking. Fourth-semester Arabic: six credit hours, four days a week, bajillions of hours of homework. Priceless. Or something. And Plan II Physics. Money quote: “Is the universe ROUND? or is it ROUND?”–professor, gesticulating wildly. Doesn’t that sound real to you?
