Burned?
Valentine's day was drama hell, but I appear to have actually made it to a research position in Peter Collings's liquid crystal lab, after waking up about 10 minutes into John's class. Furthermore, I no longer hate Matlab or feel pangs of longing for C in 50 lab. So good day? Maybe.
I can't shake the feeling that I'm using my abilities to very low efficiency and could do so much more.
So I'm currently still single, but this is apparently not widely known. It seems there is a price to pay for allowing the rumor mill to churn so strongly. I think we're going to write and film a romantic comedy.
She says I write like a cross between fight club and Woody Allen. I didn't think I could write that well. Today I saw this text describing a "Fight Club" Facebook app: "Choose your warrior, train them up, take on your opponents, and become the ultimate fighting champion!" This is really an insult to the movie.
Today, I made my first real, public attempt at breakdancing. I thought I sucked, but apparently the people watching didn't. I decided to do a "hacker dance" involving a wireshark sniff of an nmap scan in the background, while I performed my six-steps, miniswipes and capoeira kicks to Ratatat.
Ratatat is my favorite band right now. I think I'm obsessed. They just create such awesome remixes. I posted one in my last entry, so here's another:
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