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brinshannara) wrote2004-12-10 09:47 pm
brinshannara) wrote2004-12-10 09:47 pm
"Cibo Matto can clog dance?"
The sky is a deep pink, which means snow. And yes. It's snowing. Rather a lot. We're supposed to get close to a foot tonight. Whee.
I'm trying to study for stats. I understand most of what I'm supposed to do, so hey. Not a bad thing.
I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, mostly due to my Lush and my most awesome, excellent weekend with him last weekend, except for being ditched four times.
I don't like thinking. Particularly when I should be practicing doing measures of association and memorizing which pairs in a table are concordant, discordant and tied.
But no, I'm not thinking about stats. I'm not thinking about Italian. I'm thinking about me and my views and my life and how I think I was a lot smarter when I was 11 than I was when I was 26. I'm thinking about how I feel stagnant and trapped in so many aspects of my life. And I'm thinking about various things (okay, people) from the past. With perhaps one exception, I tend to attract and be attracted to crazy women. Women who are in crisis. Nick says it's because I'm also in crisis. I'm not, really, not anymore. Sure, I have minor crises all the time, but I'm pulling myself out of crisis and stabilizing.
So where are the stable women? I'd like to attract some, and be attracted to some.
You know, doing the math, there's probably about 50,000 lesbians in Montreal (and that's a conservative number, IMHO). So where are all the sane, smart, funny, cute ones? I need to get out more and hang out with my social group thingy. There's a party tomorrow, but... exams. I can't just blow off my exam and go to the party. ;) And I only have 50 hours after that one ends to study Italian.
I think that timing, on the whole, in my life, tends to suck. How can I work on that?
This is the end of the babbling. I will now attempt to get back to figuring out how to do Pearson's r.
I'm trying to study for stats. I understand most of what I'm supposed to do, so hey. Not a bad thing.
I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, mostly due to my Lush and my most awesome, excellent weekend with him last weekend, except for being ditched four times.
I don't like thinking. Particularly when I should be practicing doing measures of association and memorizing which pairs in a table are concordant, discordant and tied.
But no, I'm not thinking about stats. I'm not thinking about Italian. I'm thinking about me and my views and my life and how I think I was a lot smarter when I was 11 than I was when I was 26. I'm thinking about how I feel stagnant and trapped in so many aspects of my life. And I'm thinking about various things (okay, people) from the past. With perhaps one exception, I tend to attract and be attracted to crazy women. Women who are in crisis. Nick says it's because I'm also in crisis. I'm not, really, not anymore. Sure, I have minor crises all the time, but I'm pulling myself out of crisis and stabilizing.
So where are the stable women? I'd like to attract some, and be attracted to some.
You know, doing the math, there's probably about 50,000 lesbians in Montreal (and that's a conservative number, IMHO). So where are all the sane, smart, funny, cute ones? I need to get out more and hang out with my social group thingy. There's a party tomorrow, but... exams. I can't just blow off my exam and go to the party. ;) And I only have 50 hours after that one ends to study Italian.
I think that timing, on the whole, in my life, tends to suck. How can I work on that?
This is the end of the babbling. I will now attempt to get back to figuring out how to do Pearson's r.
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Also, I think that one of the women in the group (who called me to remind me about the party and see if I was going to RSVP) likes me or something. And she is nice, and smart, but... SO not my type. At. All. Way too butch, not even remotely attractive to me. Like, negative a billion on the chemistry scale.
So, many reasons I can't attend. Plus, I'm having nightmares about Italian. There are 36 different complex prepositions in the language, and I'm STILL fucking up on them. :P
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Every one of my online friends and I should pick up and move to the same city. I'm easy-going. As long as it's a biggish city and has NHL hockey, I'll be happy. ;)