Wait, is that out of context? What it is not is irrelevant to my mood concerning my thoughts on this topic. In an ironic way. I’m still guilty of reading Uppity-Negro.com. Aaron writes fascinating stuff that makes me think, whether I agree, disagree, or am too ignorant about the topic at hand to have much to say. Thinking is always a plus, despite the complaints of some of my acquaintances that I think too much. At any rate, a recent post at Aaron’s site led me to an old post that got me thinking. This is, of course, a good thing, as thinking about the “real world” (outside of academia…

A couple of days ago, I was bum rushed (Hyphen? No hyphen? Augh! Too much Thorn time tonight!) by some folks. A snippet of conversation: The Negroids, at the NSBE Fund Raiser: Hey, you’re on the newspaper? That’s cool, I might actually have to start reading it, since Little Lissa’s gonna be writing [They actually call me this].Me: Uh, I’m not writing anything. I’m just editing. You know, spell check and fun with grammar and all that.The Other One: Girl, you better keep on ’em. They some racists down there.Me: Racists? How so?The Other One [et al]: The past few years, some of them wrote some stuff that was all,…

I’ve been so bogged down in “real” life lately. Quite frankly, I fucking hate it. Schoolwork, social issues, health issues, monetary issues; all of it can just kiss my ass. Now doesn’t that sound so mature? I’ve been working on getting better grades than straight C’s in my classes, learning Java, getting in shape (hmph), trying to be a productive citizen and all that, and trying not to kill anyone. It’s amazing how tired I am when I go to bed at night. I am getting sleep, though. Logic Design is still kicking my ass, although I’ve found some good sites at other universities that have slides and the like.…

Last night was an odd night at work. It was quite busy, for one thing; we took about 330 calls from 19:00 to 22:00, so there was very little downtime for doing our homework. At any rate, my final call came in around 21:35, and as soon as I heard the voice on the line, I felt as though I had been punched in the gut. The voice was a slightly younger version of an old friend’s, one for whom I’ve nursed something more complicated than a crush for four years. Eerie. The guy needed help with geometry, and the call took about 20 minutes, definitely my longest call of…

The party was… entertaining. I got there around 21:00, then proceeded to bake brownies when no one wanted to make them, yet everyone wanted them. I won’t tell anyone that I accidentally dropped an itty-bitty piece of egg-shell in it. Consider it a preemptive strike against all the bitching about the 55 minute bake time. Like I wrote the fucking directions. Some folks drank a little, some folks drank a lot. A bunch of us drank not at all. Although beer was offered to everyone, no one under age drank, which I found cool. Nor did my ride, which I found hella cool, ‘cuz all the girls on my floor…