When you spend a long time writing code in a new language and still can't get anything to compile, do you:
a) Consult online tutorials
b) Print out your code, take a break, read over your syntax carefully
c) Keep coding, but start drinking
Well I don't know about a and b, but C WAS THE WRONG CHOICE! Just thought I'd let you know. Public service announcement right there. But I feel a lot more mellow about nothing working.
I've taken to writing every little detail about every day in this journal. Good? Bad? Who cares? all of these. I really hope this entry makes sense to me later. At least my entries are unique, it's not like I'm posting personality tests or something. And I try to keep it funny. Why am I so insecure about this?
I went to the dining hall today and sit in a chair to eat and hear this awful noise. I jump up, thinking I've just squashed someone's rejected Crunchy Meat Product Of The Day (tm) but there's nothing in the chair. I feel the back of my jeans and... THERE IS NO BACK OF MY JEANS! Just kidding. It's there, but I've got this huge rip just below the back pocket. Okay God, I know I've stopped exercizing, but gimme a break! I've got to graduate here! Anyway I'm not sure if I should blame this incident on the fact that I just lived on nutty bars for two weeks straight while working on senior design or on the fact that I basically have two pairs of jeans that I wash and re-wear and wash and re-wear every week. They get a lot of use. Probably too much use. And I can't really afford new ones per se, so I hope the weather is warm because now all I have is one pair of fav jeans and shorts.
crap, I haven't had time to go shopping, I just remembered I only have one pair of shorts!
i guess everyone at this school will just have to get used to me running around with my ass hanging out of my jeans, what the hell, that's the style in some parts of the country these days anyway isn't it?
not so much?
It sure is easier to scratch back there now. Not that I need to do that a lot, but you know, it's nice to have the power.
At least you can write code drunk. You can't solder drunk. Well you could, but you may never solder again.
Okay then... career thought for the day:
If you can mix alcohol with your job and not get hurt, it's a boring job. wheee!
I downloaded some Bjork just to see what all the fuss was about. Still not sure. Seriously.
My dumb lab partner e-mailed saying he'd like a bigger part to talk about in our oral presentation because he never got to speak as much as Jaimee or me. I e-mailed back and explained that we think we should talk about what we knew, and he knows the least. Haven't heard back, but feel a lot better about saying that.