Day9 taught me about Graham's Number. If you're curious about how ridiculous numbers can get, take a look:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1N6cOC2P8fQ
I am bitter.
The league finals were on Saturday, and rather than playing us normally, our opponents put their best player in doubles and their second-best player at #3 singles so he could beat our worst player. They won, of course. I was stuck playing Steve Johnson (their captain, the coordinator for midwest handball, and my new pretend nemesis). I didn't really warm up, so he got 8 points in the first game. Then I remembered I was upset and he called a timeout after he hadn't gotten to serve once in the first fifteen points. He sided me out, and then I closed it out, 21-0. And that was all I did. Waste of my time. I played a couple of doubles games with random people, but it was really disappointing because league games are a time I consider one of my few opportunities to improve by playing people better than me.
It's getting nice-ish outside again. I know I should take advantage of it, but I'm feeling all hermit-y. Which is probably code for depressed, but I'm distracting myself adequately. The power of the internet.
Congratulations to my sister on her Callahan nomination! She's put a lot of time into getting as good as she is, and it's nice to see her team reward that.
I have applied for a couple of summer positions. I doubt anything will pan out, but at least this way I can say I tried, right?
I am playing in another doubles tournament this weekend. Nobody really seemed interested, so I'm playing with Alex from my collegiates team. He is a C player, so I've already made it clear that I'm going to be taking all the shots. We'll see how good he is at getting out of the way.
I want to be doing something, but I just can't get excited for anything. Usually I enjoy writing here, but I'm not really feeling it today. Or yesterday, when I started this post.
Hopefully that changes. I have a note in my phone of things to write about at some point, so when my enthusiasm does kick back in, at least I'll have stuff to say. Sorry for the lackluster nature of this entry. I'm sure I'll be back to my vociferous, loquacious self soon. This whole semester has been pretty lackluster, actually. My classes aren't interesting, and I'm pretty sure I'm digging myself into a giant hole by not caring enough. But that still doesn't make me care...
Congratulations to Sarah S on being done with her huge tests! Graduation from Monterey is imminent! I'm incredibly impressed. From zero to fluent in Arabic in less than two years! And here I am, spinning my wheels.
This is by far the least appealing Spring Break has ever been. And I never even participated in spring break "college style."
I guess I'll watch some movies.
Geez, I'm throwing quite the pity party here, aren't I? It's weird being aware of the fact that I'm being stupid for being all down on myself, and still unwilling to change anything about it. I know I possess the willpower to pick myself up, but at the same time my brain is making the argument that it's not like I have a better way to spend my break anyway, even if I were cheerful. So here I am.
I watched the first season of "Orange is the New Black" over the last two days. A classmate recommended it to me. I asked what it was about. "Lesbians in prison." Sold. You had me at lesbians.
I accidentally made my pasta dish in too much water, so now the sauce is really runny. So I'm going to eat that before I convince myself it's unappealing. Thanks for reading!
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