Monday. 19 April 2010.

Hoooooly crap. It's been what, two days since I updated? Three? This is bad. But, honestly, I kind of view the Charles-chats where we're on Skype for hours as my journal time. Strange? Yes. Disliked? Not in the slightest.

Anyway. I'm in ChemE Comp right now, listening to a process for finding the number of degrees of freedom. I'm not sure what that means. Like... oh. I think it has something to do with the number of variables you have to solve for as opposed to the number of equations you have to solve them. Actually vaguely interesting. Matt just walked in, five minutes late. Poor kid.

Wait, overspecified is bad? No solution exists?? ...oh. There are too many specifications. That would be why. Whoops. I think I might just get a PhD in chemical engineering; I don't want to deal with all that factory junk. Just wanna research. I don't know. This summer should be very telling.

Urk. My left hand hurts. A lot. Like... pinky finger is feeling numb a lot. I think that might be bad. >_<

Haha. "That's when we get spontaneous unintentional disassembly of your reaction equipment." [long pause, I'm the only one chuckling] "That's a euphemism for explosions." This professor is awesome. Yaaaaay reaction rates that suddenly spike when you only have the lower rate planned for...

It's so strange, looking at it. The two guys I've dated before Charles have been brilliant with math, and honestly that chafed me a bit - I may not like the subject, but it felt like I had to work at it until I was /as/ good as them. With Charles it's different - yeah, in the sciences I'm beyond him. But holycrap he's further along in English. I worry that having a girlfriend who constantly rambles off into these rants about science chafes him. I worry a lot. But for myself - it just makes things that much more comfortable. Is that selfish? Egotistical?

Hand is less numb. I think it has something to do with typing. I'll just keep with this in short bursts. X3

Ten minutes left in class. This is supposed to be a work-on-the-problems-we-give-you kind of class. Our professor is lecturing us on things we're not supposed to learn till next year. Lordie. Oh man. We're actually doing something hands-on. This is so strange...

In a completely unrelated manner, I screwed around with my hair last night before I went to bed, and will probably fiddle with it once I buy bagels and cream cheese for food. Actually used the styling gel that I've had in my cabinet for... a good four months, I'd say. And some sort of shine thing. Should be interesting. Very, very interesting.

Our professor gave us three minutes to figure out how to do something and submit it. I have no idea how to approach the problem. Sometimes I really wish I was majoring in something less science-y and less frustrating. But that's the price I pay for wanting to do something world-altering with my life. I'm so idealistic it's painful. But my hopes will come crashing down soon enough, I suppose. Might as well enjoy it while I can.