Life as an AVL tree.

Last week, I broke my own heart. Despite my general internally upward trend since returning to school this winter, I had my morals tested last week and I failed to measure up. Much more than the fact that I let one my teams down, much more than the fact that I botched an interview, much more than the number of classes I skipped and material I didn’t learn is the fact that my trust in myself is shaken.

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Slacker bumness

I’ve been feeling like crap this week, and am using that as an excuse to work less and sleep more. Some would be proud. I just want another nap, preferably uninterrupted.

On my way to lunch yesterday, I ran into Texas-D. Texas-D is a very nice, very charming sophomore who’s involved quite heavily with the Film Club (as are newspaper-Bob and several others on the newspaper staff). So he stops me and randomly asks me to say, “Guys, you know I’m a chick, right?” I do so, and he begs me to pretty please go to the library later that day to record a quick line for him. He emphasized it would be just one line.

Now, despite the fact that me and microphones don’t get along so well, if Texas-D asked me (with a smile) to “pretty please” slit my wrists with a butter knife, I’d most likely step on someone’s toes and ‘bow folks in the face in my hurry to get to the cafeteria to get a knife to do so.

What can I say? He’s a friendly guy, and I’m a sucker for the friendly ones.

At any rate, the Film Club is apparently doing (I hope this isn’t a secret) a Red vs. Blue skit to open and close their feature presentation this year. They needed a voice to do Tex, and apparently I can do ditzy-sarcastic well.

So I took a break from my two-at-once group meetings last night. My FMitAC team was in a study room twenty feet from my Operating Systems team. Due date for the OS project is today at midnight, but the other project is rather large in scope and is due in just two weeks.

Yeah, by midnight (after about 4 hours of that mess), I was about fried. Six hours of sleep almost felt like bliss.

Anyway, I went down to the library at the appointed time and found myself in the recording room with Texas-D and way too big a microphone.

My line? “I dunno, that guy with the cowboy hat seemed kinda hot.” Not so difficult a line, given my opinion of men in cowboy hats. A little more difficult when he asked me to look him the eye (since it was his character I was supposedly talking about) and say the line (so as to avoid staring at the behemoth entity that was the microphone).

So I struggled with the microphone and recording. “Get closer.” “Speak louder. Why are you so quiet?!” “Speak slower.” “More lilt.” “Follow this rhythm. [insert rhythm imitation] More questioning sounding.” “Sound more ditzy, but talk slower and lower.”

I was probably only there for twenty minutes, but I don’t think I’ve blushed so hard in a long time (embarrassment causes embarrassment, and all that). But I did it. Run my line through the, um, “high pass filters” or something to make it sound all Red-vs-Blue-y (or basically walkie-talkie-esque, for those not up on the awesomeness that is Red vs. Blue), and there are two takes that sound enough like Tex to be usable. He seemed extraordinarily pleased, but it may have been the simple fact that he was sick of prompting me to speak.

So I did my civic duty to help the Film Club complete its movie so I can take a night off later in the term to see the premiere. And I didn’t do schoolwork for a small chunk of my evening.

But now I must get ready for my regularly scheduled nap class, which will commence in eight too-brief minutes.

Mediocre on the funness scale.

But not high on the time-consuming scale, either. Stolen from Jenny during my little procrastination stint; I think I earned it, since I actually took homework with me to workout today (my last refuge, gone!).

you are deepskyblue

Your dominant hues are cyan and blue. You like people and enjoy making friends. You’re conservative and like to make sure things make sense before you step into them, especially in relationships. You are curious but respected for your opinions by people who you sometimes wouldn’t even suspect.

Your saturation level is very high – you are all about getting things done. The world may think you work too hard but you have a lot to show for it, and it keeps you going. You shouldn’t be afraid to lead people, because if you’re doing it, it’ll be done right.

Your outlook on life is very bright. You are sunny and optimistic about life and others find it very encouraging, but remember to tone it down if you sense irritation.

the html color quiz

I don’t like that “You are curious but respected” bit. Are those typically mutally exclusive, and I missed the bulletin?

I used to be a green, by the way.

Bestest. Pictures. Ever.

Bob and Luke, two sexy beasts.

On the left is Bob, on the right, Luke. If they’d had sunglasses, they’d have been unstoppable.

The sexy beasts again, being, well, sexy.

We were all trussed up for the Career Fair on Wednesday. Now, Luke insists that he was looking “damned sexy”, but I happen to think most men look better in suits. He insists that he in particular was damned sexy. Of course, Luke is a narcissistic glamor-shot-lovin’ boy who posed for entire series of photos with no qualms whatsoever where I would have run away to hide.

The remainder of those photos are sitting safe and sound on my computer… *smirk*

Right. So. Paper production was decent this week, although I [accidentally] put in a spelling error (in my own damn music review of Ani DiFranco’s Knuckle Down) when I went back in to edit a page after everyone left. Awesome. The mantle is being settled around my shoulders, and while I’m struggling to hold up the weight (this week in particular), it’s not so bad. And I officially have minions, ready and willing to be trained. Now I just need to find non-project and non-homework and non-sleep time to train them.

And I really need to get the sleep thing fixed. Two to three hours of sleep every night this week, and four on Sunday night. What sleep I do get is interrupted with nightmares and breathing trouble. I am all kinds of a mess, and I just want to curl up in a little ball with something warm and comfortable and relax for just. one. night.

But instead I shall finish up this stage of my [FMitAC] team’s design for class at 08:00 and prepare for my big interview at 13:15. I didn’t go to two of my classes today on account of me not feeling quite up to snuff, so I need to be on good behavior tomorrow, assuming I am capable of doing so. Or yesterday and later today, whatever. I did go to work, though, and I did straighten up and act a lot better, although I was sicker than a dog and about to either black-out or puke on poor N’s shoes for most of the time I was there.

Oh, well. Back to the grind, I suppose. The sooner I finish, the sooner I can stride through that finish line: 17:15, or 14 hours from now.