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So over on some lj heroes community, folks are theorizing that ( character name ) has a power, and it is ( just conjecture... )

The folks over there are pretty amused at this idea -- all very, "what the heck kind of lame power is THAT?" Whereas my first reaction was "okay, that would be *so* awesome." This may not be entirely unrelated to my current occupation. :p

I deserve about a million being-a-good-person points for walking by (without stopping to eavesdrop upon) a conversation that was both a) intensely interesting to me and b) clearly private and personal. I totally could have gotten away with it too, and I'm still madly curious about it, but I didn't, and now I am going to go reward myself with chocolate.

Although I imagine if I had stopped and listened this post would be heavily filtered but way less boring and self-congratulatory.

So, I need to just stop assuming any conversation I hear is directed at me...

Consuming Tums like candy? Check.

Wow, I just realized I get 12 EDPs for strobe lab! *glee* That was totally the one checkbox that I was all worried about coping with next year, and now it'll totally be accomplished by the end of this semester (with six to spare, even), which means next year the only things I really absolutely have to take are one more course 6 class, a HASS-D, a music class (to finish out my concentration) and 6.uap/uat -- and everything else can just be things that are interesting and awesome. (And most of those should be interesting/awesome in and of themselves too anyways.) Yay!

... and now, before i get all ahead of myself, i should probably go to class. :p

greekdiana was telling me she's measuring time till spring break in psets/other things that Must Be Done. In terms of that, I am two strobe lab reports, one lab session, one 6.851 pset, two 6.803 one-pagers, one 6.033 rewrite, the damn 6.033 design project 1, and two 21m.302 homeworks away from vacation.

Maybe it's time for a checklist? Or maybe it's just time to write the first of those two lab reports, which is due tomorrow. Hopefully this will turn out better than the first one, which I wrote on my birthday, and discovered (upon getting it back graded later) that at the time I had been rendered (inexplicably! inexplicably!) completely unable to keep up a consistent verb tense.

In other news -- blueeverglades recommended Red Umbrella to me, and I have to pass it on -- I adored the songs they have available on their site enough to go order the cd (real live non-pirated music!). I'm trying to put my finger on exactly what it is that makes me so happy about it -- a good strong beat and a full sound and just the right amount of predictability (something about the chord structure, something about the parallel motion between chords, if I weren't so lazy I would try working some of this out on the piano with my 1337 21m.302 knowledge to try to analyze what exactly it is) that I'm looking for right now, and I like the lead singer's voice and he gets a little bit diva-tastic about some of the melodies which is going to be mad fun to sing along to once I learn the words (and once my voice finally clears up again).

"Ford was very kind--he gave the barman another five-pound note and told him to keep the change. The barman looked at it and then looked at Ford. He suddenly shivered: he experienced a momentary sensation that he didn't understand because no one on Earth has ever experienced it before. In moments of great stress, every life form that exists gives out a tiny subliminal signal. This signal simply communicates an exact and almost pathetic sense of how far that being is from the place of his birth. On Earth it is never possible to be farther than sixteen thousand miles from your birthplace, which really isn't very far, so such signals are too minute to be noticed. Ford Prefect was at this moment under great stress, and he was born six hundred light-years away in the near vicinity of Betelgeuse." -- Douglas Adams, the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

Right now, in my case, this would be about three miles. And I've never lived anywhere more than 25 miles away. (22.8 miles, actually, according to google maps.) So though I'm not under great stress, said signal would be really really way too minute to be noticed. And yet I can't quite seem to manage to keep my parents as up to date on my life as I do my friends-list. :p I'm working on it, I swear...

ETA, unrelated: it's like it's CALLING MY NAME

... real friends walk with you at 2 am to 7-11 in the windy cold, when you're sick and tired and whiny and unpleasant to be around, to go get lemon-lime gatorade (because that's just what you always have when you're sick, ever since you were little), and won't tell you how early they have class tomorrow morning, and make you let them carry it back.

which irrationally makes me feel way better about the world as a whole.

In other boring news: it would seem I systematically break sneakers in the same way, by cracking open the sole right under the ball of my foot, leaving the shoe still functional but distinctly unpleasant when it's wet and slushy and gross outside, like it is today. Grr.

I'm liking our choir piece this semester better and better, though -- Bach's St John Passion -- it's seriously gorgeous and emotionally rich and great fun (though sometimes wicked hard) to sing. Yay, music! And Harmony & Counterpoint II is making my heart smile too -- I really like the teacher and the material. None of my classes suck spectacularly so far, actually, which is pretty cool. And in spite of the fact that four of my five classes are course 6, they're all really different, which makes it totally doable. Hurrah!

interview tips, anyone?

*crosses fingers*