Good news: I have activated my old undergrad CS account, and I might still be able to recover my old school files. That means I can go through my old code and re-learn how to program in C++, or at least compile BrowserTron 2002b. Bad news: my computer in Berkeley isn't responding. I fear there was a power outage, taking my beloved compy offline. I sure hope it isn't anything serious, I don't feel like putting together a new computer and losing all of my beloved music and documents.
I might be getting an office for the summer at UBC. Even cooler, I might get a cool title like "Visiting Scholar" or "Visiting Graduate Student". I'm moving on up in the world, I tells you. Not that the office or the cool title will keep me from spending hours at a time in the Math Club, but the point is that it should, and that's good enough for me.
I went to SFU on Monday and went to an English class with Brianne. Man, it took me back. It makes me think about the big decisions I've made: going into not English; going to not SFU. I wonder what my life would be like, going to SFU every day and reading books. Maybe I would still know how to read.
Here is a picture of half of an Elvis platter:
To summarize my second encounter with the Elvis platter:
- Elvis platter: good
- Surly guy at Memphis Blues: bad. Jerk.
The stern talking-to the guy gave us made the meat taste worse (but not much worse). As Balin said, though, "Well, he even put his hand on my shoulder. But I still don't care." I need a bit of that kind of "meh" in me, I think.
Since I am not coherent, I shall sign off with a picture of Adam and me romantically sharing a dessert.
Current Music: Super Furry Animals - Phantom Power
5 comments:
"going into not engish; going to not SFU" ouch man ouch....
Fortunately, we have a resident Engish major to point these things out.
Oh, and he was joking anyway.
You get a you bitch for not informing us that you were on campus when we so clearly needed another person for our plan to form a political party at SFU dedicated to cleaning up the rank smell of the washrooms.
I love you guys.
--Vikram
I did tell Potsie, but I had a dentist's appointment. What's a guy to do?
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