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OK, so how's this for pathetic: this evening, I totally caught myself thinking of ways to get attention. And although realizing that that was in fact my ultimate goal did not actually make me stop, it did make me reject a bunch of plans of action much more quickly and efficiently and resort to an old standby instead.

(And here I didn't even think I liked attention that much.)

LJ keeps logging me out at random, so I'm missing half the f'locked posts that go by which are always the interesting ones anyways. :(

In other news I am sick and totally exasperated because I devoted much of my vacation to a valiant attempt at *not* getting sick. Boo. It's not even the kind of sick where I can justify not doing anything but lying around sleeping for a couple days, it's just an annoying low-intensity thing where my nose and throat and sinuses and brain are all clogged up and spewing phlegm but besides that I'm totally fine. (I apologize for that image.)

I'm also sorta comfortably busy -- not too busy, not stressed out (like during term), but vaguely occupied. It's good stuff, or would be if it were not for aforementioned annoying-sick that eats up time and makes everything else expand 'cause I can't think right. Yecch.

Still no real snow.

Today I did half a 14.01 test and then went caroling for four hours. It was seriously amazing, I got to be the only alto who actually knew the Carol of the Bells and felt amazingly competent, and I talked to more people who don't live on 4th East than I have in quite some time. (Which is not to say I don't love 4E -- I do -- sometimes a little too much, that's all.)

And then at the end we passed some Christmas display that prompted someone to comment that Santa's not paying the elves enough, and I thought about how Santa could get away with it 'cause he's got an effective monopsony on elf labor, and then I thought about all the studying I really should be doing. It's all okay though 'cause I have all the rest of tonight to study and I'm pretty sure that given the supply curve for elf labor with respect to wages and also the price of presents I could figure out how many elves Santa should hire anyways.

It was snowing out this morning (finally, finally, finally!) and I got eight whole hours of sleep *and* I don't suck at algorithms. Today is really a beautiful day.

My room currently contains both Scharffen Berger and Ghiradelli milk and dark chocolate, as well as both a guitar and a bass. You know how guys make the two-at-once living-the-dream jokes? This is *so* my equivalent.

It's interesting. When I write things online, I do so with the knowledge that the internet is in fact a public place. LJ isn't something I go to any length to keep disconnected from real life -- nor are any of the other random forums or whatever I have accounts on -- and yet there's often a moment of panic when I realize there's another potential route from one to another; for example, I've just realized this is google-able via a username I occasionally use elsewhere, much to my surprise, meaning that it's totally findable to a few folks (who shan't be named) (should they choose to indulge in a bit of stalking) who I hadn't really pictured running across it. Totally not the end of the world, just a really odd realization and a reminder that if I want to rant without paying attention to the potential of an audience then that's what private entries are for, or, y'know, not putting stuff on the internet at all. :p

This is pretty cool: generate color schemes via sampling of image search results on a specific word.

I'm taking the skating phys ed class this quarter, conclusions: ice skating is pretty cool. Ice skating backwards is very cool. Turning around without losing momentum? Less cool. At least in my world right now. I see other people do it and it looks dead easy and elegant; I do it and I pretty much fall over. (But it's awesome when it works.) Going backwards exercises muscles I've never had ache before (except *maybe* a little from dancing at recent 4e parties): it revolves around shifting your weight from one foot and hip to the other, and pushing off backwards alternately with either foot. Which is, again, exciting and really neat when it works. I wore a skirt on Monday just because I thought it'd be fun to see the effect -- really neat, the swirling lends another physical indication and lingering effect of weight shifts and changing directions, I actually found myself *more* aware of what I was doing than when I'm just in jeans and can look down and watch each action. It's really a bitch when I fall down though... probably won't do it again until I'm pretty sure I know what I'm doing.

Awww, I just missed this. (Benoit Mandelbrot! Speaking here! How cool is that?)

Also, I think I'm ready for another weekend about now please.

Ladies of the Cambridge area, we have a mission.

Dropped. (Or in the process of it, at least, and I feel much better for it, I think.) Thanks, folks.

Signs that winter's visible off in the distance somewhere -- two or three static electricity zaps just today: lightswitch, doorknob, computer (eep). I didn't even have my hair down or my leather jacket on or any of the things that usually provoke sparks. Time to kick out the moisturizer and start wearing shoes again.