Close Call

So, last night I was lucky and had a chance to ask Kevin to help me with my computer science lab (today). I didn’t have time to read my textbook and thoroughly understand arrays, or thought about how they would work with loops, so basically Kevin taught (told) me how to do the lab very quickly. So this morning I went to my lab, thinking it will be a piece of cake because I did it already, but oh, what do you know, I MISSED THE FIRST SECTION OF THE INSTRUCTIONS.

So I took forever with something really simple, and in the end had to get Kevin to fix for me over meebo : ( When I finished typing in the second portion of the lab, the TA there checked my work and said, oh hey it’s not working properly. So I was like, ok I will fix it, but then he goes, wait a minute, let me look at your code. AND THEN I PISSED MY PANTS. I thought he was going to tell me to do another example since I should know how my code works, I don’t think he believed that I wrote it because he asked me if I wanted to continue in computer science, and I was thinking, SHIET I DIDNT MEAN TO CHEAT I JUST HAD HELPPP, and told him I am already in third year and don’t have time…… he paused and then continued to say that the code is very well done, and that he’s never seen it done like that (AT LEAST NOT IN A FIRST YEAR LAB) and let me go D:

I am always so nervous in that lab because I know about 75% of what I’m doing, the other 25% is Kevin mumbling in the background and … yeah. I should study for my midterm coming up next week. Rawr.

BY THE WAY, is Samantha Who? an awesome show or WHAT. I’m only on the first season, Barry Watson is so HOTTTT.

Thumbsucker(s?)

So I mentioned in my tweets this week that my book exhibition was put up on Friday… My theory class did a bunch of unreadable books, and installed them in the Riddington reading room in the IK Barber library at UBC. Mine is in the far bottom left corner, I will probably go take a photo someday this week because I forgot my camera on Friday… We thought it was quirky to put a bunch of unreadable books in a library, imagine a bunch of weird art degree-seeking students guffawing at the normal people who tried to pick up our books. LAUGH’S ON YOU GUYS, haw haw haw.

The prof made the cards (invite cards? exhibition cards? I don’t know what these are called) and look! my name is on it! they’re all colorful and shiny. Yumm.

someone suggested the name because we are essentially the thumb-sucking losers who do this for no good reason… there was a better explanation but i do not have the capacity to remember something from 3 days back. i am pretty sure it was supposed to be plural though… i am not sure why the prof printed it singular, since there is a movie called thumbsucker. KEANU REEVES! i want to marry him and have his babies.

anyway the show is up until mid-november, if anyone wants to see my shaved danielle steel novel, go to the reading room!!!

some of my drawings

the first few are from drawing without looking at the paper, it’s supposed to help us “get intimate” with details of what we see, but in the end my friend and i agreed that all of our drawings are predictions of what our kids would look like if we had made babies with our siblings (or first cousins if you don’t have siblings)…

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my floating brain contacting yours

the other day in class we discussed how we are just these brains with no bodies on the internet… it is a strange phenomenon, how we are just these entities on the net… for all you know i could be a creepy 40 year old man with a crazy comb-over and armpit sweat stains on my shirt.

i kid i kid, i am not balding at all! no sign of baldness what so ever.

anyway… there is a dinner thing on friday for my club… i think i am going to do my hair up, and wear peacock feather earrings with my black mini dress and brown leather boots. i think i will have to wear stockings because it’ll be so cold…

now imagine how freaky that outfit would look if i WERE a creepy 40 year old fat man ahaha…

i am not really sure what this post is about ._.

Something to think about

I was reading the most recent post by Dooce,and I have got to say that the comments on her political posts are more amusing than the post itself. Most of her readers voice their opinions on the issues she raised, and I always get a good laugh from the people who state that, no matter what, they will vote for McCain and Palin… I can’t believe these women will still vote for McCain based on his record, giving no support to women in the work force, or women who have been raped or assaulted. I’m not going to get all feminist because I respect that people have their beliefs on abortion, but like someone said in their comment, since when did pro-CHOICE become pro-ABORTION? If you had read the two posts from the blogs she linked to, these women are not murderers or women who hate children, they are real women who tried to have babies but were put in a situation where the baby’s life would not have been saved and where their own life would be terminated.

Why would anyone vote for a man who obviously have no respect for the right of women, and put big issues like HEALTH and life in freaking AIR QUOTES as if they don’t apply to people like you and me?

and dooce quotes from Alexa at Flotsam:

As if dictating my medical care based upon his religious beliefs is compassionate. And I find it interesting to note that his “compassion” for this newborn does not extend to guaranteeing it health insurance.

and from Julie at a little bit pregnant:

He means us when he holds up his hands and says with that single scornful gesture that we don’t matter.  That we are a figment of the “pro-abortion movement’s” imagination.  That — what, we’re making this whole “staying pregnant might kill me” thing up?

I hope people will at least try to relate to others who are put in this situation, to leave with them a choice. Maybe pro-choice women will give their life in hopes of their child’s survival, no one is saying that all choices directly lead to abortion. To take away the possibility of choice is to say to all women that we are incapable of intelligent thought, that we are not in control of our own bodies, that inherently we are mere properties owned by the system.

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