Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Random thoughts
I wonder if the school makes money from using cups that say Coca-Cola on them. I hope so. If not, it would likely be much cheaper to use different cups.
Here are some cool science jokes:
Heisenberg is stopped by a traffic cop who askes: "Do you know how fastyou were going?"Heisenberg replies: "No, but I know exactly where I am"
The Heineken Uncertainty Principle:
You can never be sure how many beers you had last night.
Earlier today Dr. Heisenberg stated unequivocally that he may or may nothave been responsible for the Uncertainty Principle.
Here are some cool science jokes:
Heisenberg is stopped by a traffic cop who askes: "Do you know how fastyou were going?"Heisenberg replies: "No, but I know exactly where I am"
The Heineken Uncertainty Principle:
You can never be sure how many beers you had last night.
Earlier today Dr. Heisenberg stated unequivocally that he may or may nothave been responsible for the Uncertainty Principle.
My room is a complete mess.
My room is a mess. There is stuff everywhere, and it's not just trash. It's water bottles I haven't drinken yet and papers I need to study for finals. I need to organize all this stuff neatly into boxes so it can stay at a storage factility. What a task I have ahead of me. Writing this, there is a box of sugar next to me that I didn't use and blank CDs I haven't burned yet on my desk. I used to be able to get rid of my unused stuff by selling it at an inflated price to my constantly high next door neighbor, but now he's broke and probably isn't going to buy the bottle of chocolate syrup on my nightstand or the fireplace matches in a box by my bed. However, I could get a head start by packing up my printer that is out of ink. But the rest of it will undoubtedly be a problem. I have way too much stuff.
A band that I really like is Everon. http://www.everon.de/
Right now, I'm listening to a song called Not This Time. It's awesome. Here's the lyrics.
Bound to a vow that you once gave
To keep that secret 'til they take you to grave
To all the world you show a smiling face
But inside of you pain burns like hell
Only breaking the silence will break the spell
But inside of you pain burns like hell
Only breaking the silence will break the spell
Twenty years have passed and nothing has changed
For all the world to see your life's well arranged
You've never said a word to anyone
But inside of you pain burns like hell
Only breaking the silence will break the spell
But inside of you pain burns like hell
Only breaking the silence will break the spell
So was he worth your loyalty ?
So was he worth the pain you feel ?
Will you ever see
That your bravery is just slavery ?
So don't be afraid of life
It's good that you're alive
You're still alive
The fault for which you pay is not your own
The silence that you chose turns you into stone
Yours you make the blame, that should be his
But inside of you pain burns like hell
Only breaking the silence will break the spell
But inside of you pain burns like hell
Only breaking the silence will break the spell
So was he worth your loyalty ?
So was he worth the pain you feel ?
Will you ever see
That your bravery is just slavery ?
So don't be afraid of life
It's good that you're alive
And life goes on...
Why can't you forget the shame
Why don't you call him by his name
And point your finger straight at him
Don't be afraid no more
He can't break you
Don't let him break you
He won't break you
Not this time, not this way...
Right now, I'm listening to a song called Not This Time. It's awesome. Here's the lyrics.
Bound to a vow that you once gave
To keep that secret 'til they take you to grave
To all the world you show a smiling face
But inside of you pain burns like hell
Only breaking the silence will break the spell
But inside of you pain burns like hell
Only breaking the silence will break the spell
Twenty years have passed and nothing has changed
For all the world to see your life's well arranged
You've never said a word to anyone
But inside of you pain burns like hell
Only breaking the silence will break the spell
But inside of you pain burns like hell
Only breaking the silence will break the spell
So was he worth your loyalty ?
So was he worth the pain you feel ?
Will you ever see
That your bravery is just slavery ?
So don't be afraid of life
It's good that you're alive
You're still alive
The fault for which you pay is not your own
The silence that you chose turns you into stone
Yours you make the blame, that should be his
But inside of you pain burns like hell
Only breaking the silence will break the spell
But inside of you pain burns like hell
Only breaking the silence will break the spell
So was he worth your loyalty ?
So was he worth the pain you feel ?
Will you ever see
That your bravery is just slavery ?
So don't be afraid of life
It's good that you're alive
And life goes on...
Why can't you forget the shame
Why don't you call him by his name
And point your finger straight at him
Don't be afraid no more
He can't break you
Don't let him break you
He won't break you
Not this time, not this way...
My roommate writes poetry. I don't really get it, but he likes it and I decided I would share one of them with you. Maybe you'll like it. Doubtful.
OMNI By Alex Ricard
the world is not a cold dead place
no, the world is not a cold dead place
where features are feared and creatures are smeared
the world is not a cold dead place
whose lifetimes are sighed into Spirit's confide
show me my ignition, my arpeggio, my vice
i already know the world is not a cold dead place
and i will not make it so
music seeps in your eyesight
your feeling
your being
you're feeling
but fast! subject status: green
show me what you mean, 'held across the waters'
hailed within the fathers
we have the space for this
and i can feel what it's meant to me
and i can know that it's meant for me
because it's nice to believe
the world is not a cold dead place
faces recur in our feelings of horror-tales
and basking whales
and colorblind
and faith assign'd
the king of all the silent
wary of the warnings that the world is not a cold dead place
she's breathing my water
she's breathing my water
and i contemplate this
fully shatter'd from the lifeline
shiver from the coast-remnants
the (k)night before the mo(u)rning
the motto is love, they say and believe
the crest of all the nobles
the quest of all the heroes
the salt within your eyes
no, the world is not a cold dead place when this conquers all
cold in shaking hunger for blood
paradox-strewn from the house into the meaning
to believe the world is not a cold dead place
and i am self-betray'd in my wisdom-words
she's breathing my water
my growing reason to believe
i will not speak or wait until the coast will listen
be the remnants of the weary
be the long-forgotten dearly
be the pattern of the useless
the pendant of the nuisance, experience translucence
she knows
she knows
she's breathing my water
my victorious cupid
i am the valley of the once
i am the fiction you were taught
i am the world and of myself
i am the pain i once became
i am the knowledge of the weak
i am the writing on the sun
i am the music on your face
the world is not a cold dead place
i am the life let down to fall
i am the streets beyond the truth
i am the hidden serpentine
i am the strength of all who trust
i am the child left to dream
i am the yearnings of the shame
i am the smile revealing grace
the world is not a cold dead place
stream of awareness, guide me as i plunge
into my water
where she breathess
he knows
she lives
she is
OMNI By Alex Ricard
the world is not a cold dead place
no, the world is not a cold dead place
where features are feared and creatures are smeared
the world is not a cold dead place
whose lifetimes are sighed into Spirit's confide
show me my ignition, my arpeggio, my vice
i already know the world is not a cold dead place
and i will not make it so
music seeps in your eyesight
your feeling
your being
you're feeling
but fast! subject status: green
show me what you mean, 'held across the waters'
hailed within the fathers
we have the space for this
and i can feel what it's meant to me
and i can know that it's meant for me
because it's nice to believe
the world is not a cold dead place
faces recur in our feelings of horror-tales
and basking whales
and colorblind
and faith assign'd
the king of all the silent
wary of the warnings that the world is not a cold dead place
she's breathing my water
she's breathing my water
and i contemplate this
fully shatter'd from the lifeline
shiver from the coast-remnants
the (k)night before the mo(u)rning
the motto is love, they say and believe
the crest of all the nobles
the quest of all the heroes
the salt within your eyes
no, the world is not a cold dead place when this conquers all
cold in shaking hunger for blood
paradox-strewn from the house into the meaning
to believe the world is not a cold dead place
and i am self-betray'd in my wisdom-words
she's breathing my water
my growing reason to believe
i will not speak or wait until the coast will listen
be the remnants of the weary
be the long-forgotten dearly
be the pattern of the useless
the pendant of the nuisance, experience translucence
she knows
she knows
she's breathing my water
my victorious cupid
i am the valley of the once
i am the fiction you were taught
i am the world and of myself
i am the pain i once became
i am the knowledge of the weak
i am the writing on the sun
i am the music on your face
the world is not a cold dead place
i am the life let down to fall
i am the streets beyond the truth
i am the hidden serpentine
i am the strength of all who trust
i am the child left to dream
i am the yearnings of the shame
i am the smile revealing grace
the world is not a cold dead place
stream of awareness, guide me as i plunge
into my water
where she breathess
he knows
she lives
she is
My roommate is still asleep. It's 1 o'clock and he is still sleeping. True, sometimes I sleep until 4 or so, but he took a nap last night for about 4 hours then got up for about two hours and went to sleep around 2 in the morning. He's slept for a long time. He has a very weird sleep schedule. He always stays up until the early hours of the morning and then takes a nap at about 6pm until 9 or 10pm. It's frustrating having to do my homework with the lights out. He should really go to bed at a more reasonable time and not nap in the afternoon.
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