That itchy spot in your brain

How To be Outstanding


duly noted

and as for the title up there, well check it out.
I don't make this shit up you know.

Every time I take a midterm, or final or turn in a paper or a homework assigment at UCSD (which is more than I'm sure anyone would like), I record my student Id number. This is my arbitrarily assigned academic bar code. It is consists of one letter followed by 8 numbers. To to school I am not Lisa K, I am 02u203481. I, robot.

Actually, that isn't my exact ID code. Mine is much more...astounding.. in some way.
For, right in the center of my ID number, in perfect order, is the mark of the beast. Satan.
It, Effectively, is this:
**666****
I am about to take a midterm that is 30% of my grade and that I am more than likely underprepared for, and thus feeling wary about, and that is my omen. Glaring in number 2 pencil on scantron paper. The first thing I write down. Setting the tone.
I am trying to retain last minute formulas and biological terms or german conjugation and I just get this:
hhaaha fucker, have fun with this! Good luck Fighting the doom with a tiny wooden stick, hahahah!

Not to mention, for the people who have to actually read through and grade my work, effectively Judging it (isn't that what a grade is, a judgment? In this case, a D or any other 'bad grade' is nothing more than heresy, and should be publicly negotiable) this is what they see first.
They haven't even begun the grading and they just get, blaring back at them in #2 pencil lead (or TIMES NEW ROMAN, shudder)

Watch out, this ones a bullshitter. Prone to trying to talk out their ass or prove some sort of loophole. Also prone to having vaguely wandering pencil marks drifting in the void between two distinct answers in order to force grader/judger to fight through the muddled arrangement and consequently feeling the need to be violently defensive before the process even begins.

or just
Get ready to fire up that red pen, you're gonna need it.

you know somebody has noticed.


I am a UCSD fallen angel.
A story of a student ID number prophecy.

Seriously now. Coincidence?

Just a quick post, since I'm supposed to be studying for Genetics. But that reminded me of this ol lil cartoon and so I had to post. It is a tiny bit true. There is something fun about Punnet squares I'm just not sure what. You can only read about Down syndrome for so long before it starts to rub off on you, really.





an old favorite from Elaphantitis of the Mind


In other news, the release of Wrath of the Lich King is tonight at midnight (or I guess, technically, tomorrow at 12:00 am).
Let the madness begin.
If that's not dorky enough, I tentatively have to admit, I'm wondering if Gamestop will let me throw in a copy of Banjo Kazooie Nuts n Bolts (that's really, really dorky) into my midnight melange.
Why not, right?

"As Mankind becomes more liberal, they will be more apt to allow that all those who conduct themselves as worthy members of the community are equally entitled to the protections of civil government. I hope ever to see America among the foremost nations of justice and liberality." --
George Washington




saw this pasted to an electrical box today.

PuurtyI have decided to not hold a grudge against Fall anymore, even though I don't think I'm alone in recognizing its melancholy onslaught (its basically the slow death of a Summer). There are lots of great things about Fall, some of which have already happened- Halloween, San Diego Fire Season where we have days hotter than any Summer day and windier than shit, getting bundled up as it gets colder, more excuses to stay inside and more excuses to go outside (I am a perpetual indoor-outdoor girl), pumpkins, the return of TV show seasons (if you're into that sort of thing, which it would seem I am not), rain and the slow, dark descent into Wintry abyss.

I have had very little time to do much lately, I am taking 18 units and am still a procrastinator (in some sense), but when I'm not doing schoolwork or something equally as unproductive, I try to keep up with drawing.
The last thing I did, about 2 weeks ago (2 weeks! ago ahh! Must make more time for doing this sort of stuff) :

I have much to learn.





On a final note. I have concluded this, in accordance with a long term study conducted by my own observations:

I sleep as I dream- naked and violently

Obama is our next president!

I'm going to have to pull a starcraft II on this one and say....


Hell, it's about time!

It is suddenly November.
The start of November is always like a bad hangover. And not because its the day after Halloween.

Okay. Maybe it is because its the day after Halloween.

Nonetheless, there it was the first of November, I'm laying in my bed enjoying doing nothing, and where I should be hearing thunder or rain or just cloudiness or complete stillness or something very November-like, I hear the shrill wails of the, ICE CREAM MAN. And when I say man, I mean that truck, which is responsible for those robotized children's songs, and its always manned by a man. I'm pretty sure the Ice Cream Man is a widespread phenomena but I'm not sure on that.
In any case.

I'm not sure if this was the cause of
a) the unusually nice weather for that day

or b) because it was the day after Halloween, and while most normal adults are suffering hangovers or something else equally healthy for such a day, all the kids are suffering candy hangovers. Or withdrawals. Not sure on the science of candy binging but we've all been there. Overdose of sugar can only be solved by one thing: More Sugar.
Now. We all know that Candy is the staple of Halloween, but the Candy Man Truck just never quite took off. So, I can see the opportunity from the Ice cream man perspective- a clear capitalistic endeavor to supply ice cream sweets on the post national holiday of FREE candy consumption, when the sweet tooths are rampant, and thus the iron hot. The demand ball has already started rolling. The supply van is now there to serve, blasting music to piper the kids out into the street, and CHARGING pocket change. Easy targets.

Though the juxtaposition still seems ironic:

The one day when all the consumables are FREE (FREE!). The next day, however, you gotta pay. Back to the real world. Ante up.

Sounds an awful lot like my present condition at the time this was all going down.
You always pay the day after, don't you?
Especially when you mix the Red Rum with coconut rum with the what was that again.
Distilled sugar for a distilled adult version of Halloween.
We don't want to give up our fun but we want the poison to get stronger.
And that, is why we have Halloween (apples anyone?)

who knew the Ice cream man was there to teach kids life lessons.
In November.


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Today, driving home on the freeway ( which I do a lot, since I now commute daily to UCSD), I was passed, in vehicle, by a likewise rampant nerd.
I know this because its on his rear windshield. Just like how its on mine.
The sticker, though its meaning is irrelevant to the story , is this and it is an homage to a video game (*ahem* world of warcraft, *ahem*), and its a marker of allegiance. Thus, sometimes, in especially loyal and total nerds, sparks a feeling of brotherhood, or in this case, the need for salute.
And that is just what happened. I got saluted (a big thumbs up, backwards facing- seeing as the car was quickly passing me).
I saluted back.

This exchange had no apparant sideaffects, which is good, seeing as the last and only other time I was passed by a fellow bearer-of-the-symbol-on-vehicle nerd, my car promptly (immediately) broke down. Transmission completely died.

It's times like that when you are reminded of how RL (real life, i.e. life outside of whimsical video games) sometimes is like getting ganked by a 70 rogue in Stranglethorn vale out of nowhere (I did say it was a rogue) and you are only a 40-something. Cheap. Kick in the shins, shamelessly cheap.
Dammit I Fail in witholding the references.

And that is why fellows of of your own faction should be saluted, and here's to hoping the breaking down of mounts is only coincidental. And not the WOW gods taking supreme reign and LOLing at you.