Week 5 of the semester is complete. What's scary is that it means from here on out the classes should level out in pace of new information, so that's pleasing, because these first few weeks in my math classes have been a rough and sharp review of all subjects prior, which is hard to do because it's so much to cover.
Speaking of classes and such:
I did well on that Trigonometry test, (98).
I took my first Calculus test, and although I haven't seen the result, it's not good. I know it's not good.
Programming class is going well. I understand 99% of what happens in that class.
My intro to computer systems class, we are finally transitioning into powerpoint, so hopefully that will be more exciting now. Who knows.
Personal life time!
I'm still getting attacked by the parental units for who I hang out with. I know what I'm doing here. I know enough to be guarded at the right times, and when to just unwind. I don't appreciate the constant berating. So, I'm looking into finding my own place. I'm already looking and making calls. There are a LOT of crappy places but so far a couple have stood out, so we'll see.
Finding new friends is still a challenge, but I knew that it would be, and frankly, I don't really have a lot of time to keep friends with my current schedule.
This last weekend, I went to a house party, and I think I made a good impression on most of the folks who were there. I had a good time and just like any good party, there were a couple of girls who went stumbling off, escorted home by their sober boyfriends/friends. There was a fight, there was a girl who cried, and there were a few games of beer pong. I'm still bad at that game. haha.
The following night, I spent some quality time with a girl and ended up staying at her place. I didn't really mean to, but I'm not ashamed of it. I really do like that we fit together naturally when sleeping. That to me is a big plus. If it's forced, it's less appealing.
I know, not nearly as drama filled as some of my previous posts, but I'm thoroughly OK with that.
This week's blog is brought to you by The Kinks, Love It All on their album, Konk.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Seven Satisfied Customers.
Speaking of academics, here's the latest:
Computer Science (Programming): Getting better at creating programs, in fact despite the fact that I walked in late last Monday, I managed to tackle the hardest classwork problem virtually solo. It also turned out to be the most work and longest by a long shot. I still rocked it though. I made it look as though it was boring for me. I wish all my classes came as naturally to me.
Computer Information Systems: This gen-ed class, is actually a bit of work, because I feel like it's a LOT of busy work thus far, and on top of my other three classes, the challenge is just to complete the work.
Trigonometry: We had our test on Thursday, and while I feel more confidant about it now, at the time I was not enthused to take it. I'm sure I'll get the results back this week. Crossing my fingers.
Calculus: Dear Lord this class is hard. Things the teacher says "should be easy" are not, and the homework was a bear to tackle this last week. If I wasn't siphoning help from my father, I know I would have fallen on my face long ago. What's worse is that I created a study group AND gotten a math tutor, and it's still viciously hard. FML. I'm supposed to be able to recognize trig identities that I haven't learned yet in order to simplify parametric equations.
As for my personal life, it's frustrating to say in the least. I supposed context is necessary as per usual though eh?
I still haven't made many friends. I think that it's definitely got it's pros and cons, but the people that I would hang out with, aren't terribly social people. I like hanging out with social people so that I can meet a ton of different people. Yes, I'm still meeting people on a daily basis, but not in any sort of way to make friends with them.
As for romantic interests, that's all sorts of screwed up. I won't even entertain much to say that I think it might be in my interest to branch out and find a girl that's right for me, and not find a girl who I'm right for. I might have to give up on the idea of finding a mutually beneficial girl. It just isn't in the cards for me.
Furthermore, my nice guy attitude that I've attempted to adopt has failed me. I'm genuinely a good person, but it hasn't worked for me, as in, it hasn't actually gotten me anything that I want. At least when I was an asshole in the past, I could get what I wanted by being manipulative towards others. Ladies, you are the reason that aassholes continuously re-emerge in generation after generation. You date the asshole, younger kids see that being an asshole works, they turn into assholes themselves. Nice guys? Yeah, we're fucked from the get-go. You say you want to date us, but at night, our beds remain absent of you. My solution? Time for another change. Time for the year(s) of Colin to reign.
I recently realized that I put my brain to good use when it's just idling. I subconsciously plan. The nice part about this is that I can attack most new things with a real sense of logic and it works out. Except of course for anything involving relationships/ anything that has a variable form.
I recently was told that I MUST watch the film "The Notebook". Overall, I'll give it a 7 out of 10. Detracting elements include a plot that I could see through in less than 2 minutes, thinly veiled elements of surprise, and lastly, a poorly concluded ending. I feel that given the generalize plot of the ending, a different director could have summed it up in a more finite sense. Still though, it did earn solid marks for great cinema photography and a story that feels like we could relate our exaggerated lives to.
This week's music is from the talented artist Travis McCoy ft. Bruno Mars entitled "Billionaire" on Lazarus.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
It kicks like a sleep switch.
Yet another week has slipped by. Where does the time go? I'm acutely aware of the time when I'm in class, but as soon as class ends, time slips through my fingers. I think I'll try to remedy this with a planner and then maybe I can figure out how to grab hold properly.
With the four day school week, the academic news is short, but far from sweet:
Calculus quiz: Probably scored a 50% on it because it was only a two question quiz and I didn't have enough time (it was only 10 minute long without calculators quiz) to finish my second problem completely. I have the right solution written down, but it's all in graphic form, not algebraic form.
Trigonometry: I'm getting disgusted with this class. I do not appreciate how Professor XXXXX pauses and virtually refuses to teach. Furthermore, when he does his brief impression of teaching, it's taught at the level of the brightest guy in the classroom, which obviously enough, I'm not. It's not challenging, it's impossible to follow what he's talking about. I've asked several students if they understood the math behind the problems, and the consensus is a firm no.
In other news:
Went to the Hookah Bar, and frankly, it was a big let down. From there, we (me, and the two girls I told you about in the previous blog) took one of the girls back to her car, and she went home. The second girl and I stayed and talked in the car for quite some time. *Switching to PG-13 Mode* Things progressed further than I had hoped but we didn't actually kiss lips to lips. See, there's a large problem, she's not exactly single. That, which I'll address shortly, coupled with the fact that she labeled kissing on the lips as some sort of taking what we were doing as something serious. Since we didn't, she didn't take it as something real/serious. That's fine.
We stayed up and out in my car until 430am. Exhausted from the lack of sleep, I go to take her home, and the car doesn't start. FML. As if there was any sign that what we had been doing was a bad idea, this was it. I ignored that fact, and after some light coaxing, we got the second girl out to jump the car.
The following night (Saturday night), the girl whom I had fooled around with, came over to work on some online coursework because her computer is shot temporarily. After she finishes the work, we get to talking again, and again things progress further than I had anticipated. *DETAILS FILTERED BY PG-13* The point is, she kissed me on the lips. We kissed. So, in my mind, this is a great thing, she's now considering this to be something real/serious. She stays overnight, and the repercussions, which I will also address later turned out to be drastic. In the morning, after a night of cuddling and such, she and I have yet ANOTHER talk, and she tells me she doesn't think that this should be something real or serious. I hate that. I hate everything about that. So now, things are up in the air, and shit has hit the fan with the other girl two because she told her about us, and damn, she's not supportive of cheating (who knew /sarcasm).
Ok, so two things I said I'd address:
1. I'm a HUGE jerk. Instead of respecting a long distance relationship in trouble, I completely disregard it and fool around with the girl. I get it. I'm not perfect, but somehow in my mind it's less severe because what happened between the girl and I was a mutual desired experience.
2. The repercussions. Since I'm staying with the folks till I have enough money to move out, I have to follow their rules. One of their BIG rules is to not have a girl sleep over/ don't get laid in the house. Welp, we know that she did spend the night, and now I'm on the verge of being thrown out. Really? Great. I've managed to go only 4 months this time before being threatened to be booted. Mix that with the drama of the non-cheating-supportive friend, and my world is thrust into a bad episode of "The Real World" from MTV. *Note If I do get thrown out, obviously my next blog will be delayed. More on that in the next blog. :X
I do recognize that I brought all this on myself, and frankly, I'm not even looking for empathy or pity. I'm looking for some God Forsaken clarity.
Here's some points of clarity that I have garnered:
a. Don't let anybody change who you are.
b. I don't like who I am when I'm with this girl. I break point a just by being interested in her romantically.
c. Disappointing my family has never made me feel so childish, or foolish as I felt today.
With all that I've written here, I hope that maybe I can provide insight, even if it's only for me.
In completely unrelated news, I went to go watch the LCCC girls soccer team play against Casper. We won, 2-0. Does this mean I'm gaining school spirit? Maybe. Does this mean that I got a sun burn on half of my face? Most assuredly.
Tonight's blog was written with numerous songs in the background, but I recommend "Every Man Has a Molly" by Say Anything on "...Is A Real Boy"
With the four day school week, the academic news is short, but far from sweet:
Calculus quiz: Probably scored a 50% on it because it was only a two question quiz and I didn't have enough time (it was only 10 minute long without calculators quiz) to finish my second problem completely. I have the right solution written down, but it's all in graphic form, not algebraic form.
Trigonometry: I'm getting disgusted with this class. I do not appreciate how Professor XXXXX pauses and virtually refuses to teach. Furthermore, when he does his brief impression of teaching, it's taught at the level of the brightest guy in the classroom, which obviously enough, I'm not. It's not challenging, it's impossible to follow what he's talking about. I've asked several students if they understood the math behind the problems, and the consensus is a firm no.
In other news:
Went to the Hookah Bar, and frankly, it was a big let down. From there, we (me, and the two girls I told you about in the previous blog) took one of the girls back to her car, and she went home. The second girl and I stayed and talked in the car for quite some time. *Switching to PG-13 Mode* Things progressed further than I had hoped but we didn't actually kiss lips to lips. See, there's a large problem, she's not exactly single. That, which I'll address shortly, coupled with the fact that she labeled kissing on the lips as some sort of taking what we were doing as something serious. Since we didn't, she didn't take it as something real/serious. That's fine.
We stayed up and out in my car until 430am. Exhausted from the lack of sleep, I go to take her home, and the car doesn't start. FML. As if there was any sign that what we had been doing was a bad idea, this was it. I ignored that fact, and after some light coaxing, we got the second girl out to jump the car.
The following night (Saturday night), the girl whom I had fooled around with, came over to work on some online coursework because her computer is shot temporarily. After she finishes the work, we get to talking again, and again things progress further than I had anticipated. *DETAILS FILTERED BY PG-13* The point is, she kissed me on the lips. We kissed. So, in my mind, this is a great thing, she's now considering this to be something real/serious. She stays overnight, and the repercussions, which I will also address later turned out to be drastic. In the morning, after a night of cuddling and such, she and I have yet ANOTHER talk, and she tells me she doesn't think that this should be something real or serious. I hate that. I hate everything about that. So now, things are up in the air, and shit has hit the fan with the other girl two because she told her about us, and damn, she's not supportive of cheating (who knew /sarcasm).
Ok, so two things I said I'd address:
1. I'm a HUGE jerk. Instead of respecting a long distance relationship in trouble, I completely disregard it and fool around with the girl. I get it. I'm not perfect, but somehow in my mind it's less severe because what happened between the girl and I was a mutual desired experience.
2. The repercussions. Since I'm staying with the folks till I have enough money to move out, I have to follow their rules. One of their BIG rules is to not have a girl sleep over/ don't get laid in the house. Welp, we know that she did spend the night, and now I'm on the verge of being thrown out. Really? Great. I've managed to go only 4 months this time before being threatened to be booted. Mix that with the drama of the non-cheating-supportive friend, and my world is thrust into a bad episode of "The Real World" from MTV. *Note If I do get thrown out, obviously my next blog will be delayed. More on that in the next blog. :X
I do recognize that I brought all this on myself, and frankly, I'm not even looking for empathy or pity. I'm looking for some God Forsaken clarity.
Here's some points of clarity that I have garnered:
a. Don't let anybody change who you are.
b. I don't like who I am when I'm with this girl. I break point a just by being interested in her romantically.
c. Disappointing my family has never made me feel so childish, or foolish as I felt today.
With all that I've written here, I hope that maybe I can provide insight, even if it's only for me.
In completely unrelated news, I went to go watch the LCCC girls soccer team play against Casper. We won, 2-0. Does this mean I'm gaining school spirit? Maybe. Does this mean that I got a sun burn on half of my face? Most assuredly.
Tonight's blog was written with numerous songs in the background, but I recommend "Every Man Has a Molly" by Say Anything on "...Is A Real Boy"
Monday, September 6, 2010
I am the Rain King!
Hey there folks...guess it's about that time to write another blog as yet another week has simply blown by. Often times I have to go back and check out the previous week's blog to figure out what day things started and stopped on. This week is no different...and now I'm caught up!
Ok, so this week has been pretty exciting but only because I have more students to tutor, I've scheduled myself a tutor for calculus because my confidence isn't exactly supreme that I'll pass that class. Furthermore, not only do I want to pass that class, but I want to get an A in it. I don't want to have to settle for anything less than mastering the given topics. There simply isn't any reason to try my hardest for this "college" thing. ha!
The last few days have been the pinnacle of the week though, and I suppose I'll start with The Tastes of Denver. This is a festival where a lot of restaurateurs get together and have sample sizes and meal size portions on hand to sell for tickets. It's a pretty standard token society so that there is always a chance that they will make more money than what you give them simply because of the token conversion. The point though, is that the food was for the most part delicious. I had a list on my phone of everything that I ate, but somehow between then and now, I've managed to delete it. I remember that we had perogies, grilled mac and cheese, shrimp tacos, chicken wrapped in bacon (DELICIOUS!) fried alligator, lamb meatballs, and much more. On the drive home I was in full blown nap mode but by the time I got home, I was on my second wind.
The second wind turned out to really work the better, instead of just staying up and playing mindless computer games, I went out with this girl from my calc class and a few of her friends who really turned out to be more good people. My initial expectations were low, but clearly I approached the evening with a misinformed opinion. The night was relatively creative to most of my other nights out. We started out at a gas station so that we could carpool and then promptly drove to a Taco Johns. For those of you who don't know what a Taco Johns is, it's like a Taco Bell, but better in my opinion. Now, we started this night off already at 1015 or so, that means that the taco bell lobby is closed, but apparently that's totally fine because we straight up walk into the back of the TJ's prep area. It was just a foreign experience to me because I've never worked in the food industry. From there we drove to pick up another girl and then off to the hookah bar.
The hookah bar was much more packed than I thought it would be for being Cheyenne. Although, this IS Cheyenne, so maybe that's why the bar is full. We get a clutch corner spot, and sit back, and enjoy the evening. More girl friends join the group. I don't want to say that I looked like a pimp, but it didn't hurt being surrounded by several attractive girls. I won't get into the details of the night, but I would most definitely call it a successful evening regarding making new friends.
The following evening -Sunday night- I went out again with three of the girls from the night before to a Habatchi grill, called East Moon in Ft. Collins. I tried more sushi than I had before, and to my delight, I loved it. My previous experiences with sushi was not pleasant, so it was refreshing to enjoy the flavors of well constructed sushi. The actual Habatchi portion of the meal however, barely qualified as mediocre. I simply could have eaten the sushi and been on my merry way, satisfied.
After returning to Cheyenne, I had a long chat with one of the new friends and it turns out we have tons in common. She's pretty cool, but first impressions have misleading in the past. We'll see.
I hope your week goes well my friends, and with any luck you enjoyed your Monday off for Labor Day.
This blog was written with Piano Bar 1 by The Seatbelts originally composed for the Cowboy Bebop Series.
Ok, so this week has been pretty exciting but only because I have more students to tutor, I've scheduled myself a tutor for calculus because my confidence isn't exactly supreme that I'll pass that class. Furthermore, not only do I want to pass that class, but I want to get an A in it. I don't want to have to settle for anything less than mastering the given topics. There simply isn't any reason to try my hardest for this "college" thing. ha!
The last few days have been the pinnacle of the week though, and I suppose I'll start with The Tastes of Denver. This is a festival where a lot of restaurateurs get together and have sample sizes and meal size portions on hand to sell for tickets. It's a pretty standard token society so that there is always a chance that they will make more money than what you give them simply because of the token conversion. The point though, is that the food was for the most part delicious. I had a list on my phone of everything that I ate, but somehow between then and now, I've managed to delete it. I remember that we had perogies, grilled mac and cheese, shrimp tacos, chicken wrapped in bacon (DELICIOUS!) fried alligator, lamb meatballs, and much more. On the drive home I was in full blown nap mode but by the time I got home, I was on my second wind.
The second wind turned out to really work the better, instead of just staying up and playing mindless computer games, I went out with this girl from my calc class and a few of her friends who really turned out to be more good people. My initial expectations were low, but clearly I approached the evening with a misinformed opinion. The night was relatively creative to most of my other nights out. We started out at a gas station so that we could carpool and then promptly drove to a Taco Johns. For those of you who don't know what a Taco Johns is, it's like a Taco Bell, but better in my opinion. Now, we started this night off already at 1015 or so, that means that the taco bell lobby is closed, but apparently that's totally fine because we straight up walk into the back of the TJ's prep area. It was just a foreign experience to me because I've never worked in the food industry. From there we drove to pick up another girl and then off to the hookah bar.
The hookah bar was much more packed than I thought it would be for being Cheyenne. Although, this IS Cheyenne, so maybe that's why the bar is full. We get a clutch corner spot, and sit back, and enjoy the evening. More girl friends join the group. I don't want to say that I looked like a pimp, but it didn't hurt being surrounded by several attractive girls. I won't get into the details of the night, but I would most definitely call it a successful evening regarding making new friends.
The following evening -Sunday night- I went out again with three of the girls from the night before to a Habatchi grill, called East Moon in Ft. Collins. I tried more sushi than I had before, and to my delight, I loved it. My previous experiences with sushi was not pleasant, so it was refreshing to enjoy the flavors of well constructed sushi. The actual Habatchi portion of the meal however, barely qualified as mediocre. I simply could have eaten the sushi and been on my merry way, satisfied.
After returning to Cheyenne, I had a long chat with one of the new friends and it turns out we have tons in common. She's pretty cool, but first impressions have misleading in the past. We'll see.
I hope your week goes well my friends, and with any luck you enjoyed your Monday off for Labor Day.
This blog was written with Piano Bar 1 by The Seatbelts originally composed for the Cowboy Bebop Series.
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