I didn't think very hard before signing up for my Tuesday night shifts this semester. I figured, 'hey, I'll take the shift and help out since very few people actually want the late night and early morning ones.' What I didn't think enough about was the reason WHY nobody had signed up for this shift. I don't mind my 7AM shift so much, because it goes fairly fast usually. There is generally quite a bit to do on a Monday morning around here. On a Tuesday night after 5PM, however, this place becomes about as busy as a Best Buy in Montana.
But hey, I could always be using this time to do something constructive, right? Wrong. My homework requires a book (not allowed), senior design requires that I be in our team lab on the third floor of Coover (not possible according to the laws of physics as we know them... maybe if I cloned myself, or somehow opened up some kind of inter-dimensional wormhole between here and there, I could work on SD while doing my job), and any other constructive things I could possibly do are either not allowed, or frowned upon. I suppose one might consider writing "constructive", but I don't unless it's for a class or work.
Hmm, what else? I've been sick in one way or another for like a week and a half now. I might finally be getting better long-term (I've had a few recoveries and relapses in the past week), but I am not willing to outright say it yet for fear that I'll jinx it. This is very odd, because I don't get sick very often. I'm going to go ahead and chalk it up to me not sleeping very much. For those of you who don't know, I'm at war with sleep. Sleep seems to be using biological warfare, though. Cheap bastard...
Senior design is going pretty well, with the exception of Daji worrying that we won't finish. Some people (you know who you are :)...) accuse me of being a pessimist (or a socialist... ha!), but my project adviser makes me look like Bob the Builder sometimes. It's true that we have some serious work to do yet, but unless we find another hardware incompatibility that we can't fix, the project is probably going to get finished.
Next week is going to be really exciting for me, and I'll make another post about it. If all goes according to plan, I'm going to know a lot more details about what my post-college life will be like.
RANDOM JUNK TIME!
I have a headache, but it's not really in my head. It's actually at the base of my skull where my neck meets my head. It is really annoying, and I am afraid it might mean I have a brain tumor. On second thought, I'm probably just dehydrated.
I'm having a conversation on Facebook about strange colors for hair. My friend said that if her hair was naturally pink, she would grow her pubes in. I think that'd be a little creepy, but I said that I'd prefer mine to be super-saiyan gold. She thinks I'd never get any if my body hair glowed, but I don't even care. I'd be GLOWING!
When I first started this particular blog post, I typed the first word that came to mind into the "Title" bar, and that word was "Turnip." Where the fuck did I get TURNIP from? Turnip is a really funny word in my opinion, though. It makes me wonder how things were named in previous languages in order to evolve into what they are in English. Was there a natural transition from some word in Latin to create the modern word "turnip"? Maybe worth researching sometime when I'm even more bored than I am now. And who knows if that'll ever happen?
I think that my last week of working here when I'm doing operator, I might just snap and start answering with weird catch phrases like "England prevails!! Just kidding, Iowa State Operator."
Or maybe, "What's the password? Don't worry, there's no password. Iowa State Operator, how may I help you?"
If I get really ballsy, I'll try "911, what is the nature of your emergency?" That one could get me in serious trouble, though, so maybe I'd better leave that off the roster. I'd like to do pickup lines, but that could also get me in pretty huge trouble depending on who's on the other end.
Well, this post has successfully numbed my boredom for the past 15 minutes. Thanks for reading, whoever you are. Bye now.
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