carlo angiuli (blog)

…but I’m still laughing about this one.

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I think my classes will go well this semester.

On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I have organic chemistry lectures. My professor seems very nice, and I think it won’t be as bad as it’s supposed to be, especially since it isn’t even an honors section. The AI who runs my discussion section hasn’t impressed me thus far, but discussion is optional so I can always just decide not to show up. I’m giving him a few weeks, though.

On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I have my other four classes. First is my class on the history and philosophy of science. My professor for that is a friendly Canadian guy who seems to enjoy the subject. Plus, we somehow got accidentally put into a computer lab, so we all get very comfy chairs.

Second is my honors differential equations class. Turns out that the honors section is just part of the normal class, and we just get a little extra material. The professor seems on top of things, but doesn’t seem very scintillating, at least yet. I suspect things will stay that way, but it isn’t terrible or anything.

Third, after a few hours in between, is my seminar, Origin and History of the Universe. The people in the class are really interesting and smart, and I really like the subject material (can you tell? I’m taking two similar courses…) so I think this will be a really great class.

My final class is History and Social Impact of Video Games. The professor is a nice guy who doesn’t seem to expect very much out of his students (I feel it’s a learned low expectation) except that they read the “textbook” (a book on the history of video games.

(two college girls, standing in front of refrigerator with milk)

“I think my mom would always get fat-free milk. ‘Cause, like, it’s the same, but with less fat.”
“Oh, so then, is that, like…two percent?”

Wearing sandals for a few days has already made my feet significantly less pale than they were before.

I think that’s an indication of several things: how sunny it has been in the past few days, how quickly I tan to the Carlo shade (but don’t progress past it), and how infrequently I used to wear sandals.

I passed out of Calc III. Judging from the final, I will have to get used to tests consisting of fewer, larger problems than they did in high school.

I am taking a Calc III final tomorrow morning. Luckily, Calc III appears to be things I know well (partials, iterated integrals), not things I need to review heavily–it doesn’t even have line integrals! Win. I hope.

The following post is much longer than necessary, but please read the whole thing anyway. Thanks. –The Management

Good news, all! I now have a cell phone from AT&T Mobility, formerly known as Cingular, which absorbed AT&T Wireless and was formerly composed of SBC and BellSouth, which in turn were conglomerations of 12 Bell company descendants. Oh, those phone companies.

Anyway, I already have eleven of my friends’ numbers. If you are one of those people, I just sent you a Facebook message with my number. If you are not one of those people, I don’t have your number. I don’t want to just put my number on Facebook for all my friends, because then I still won’t have more than eleven numbers, and I’ll have thirty people calling me to say “Hi! Since when did you have a cell phone?”

So! If you want to have my number, and you want me to have your number, please email or Facebook message me with your number, and I will respond with mine.

Note that I am on an individual–not family–plan and don’t feel like spending huge amounts of my own money, so I don’t have infinite minutes. This is not true if you have AT&T yourself, where I do literally have infinite minutes. It is only partially true for nights or weekends (9 PM-6 AM), where I have a very large, though finite, number of minutes.

I will not be answering calls today, because I’m busy. (If you are dying to test out my number today, text me instead.) You can reach me starting tomorrow, with the exception of when I’m at a formal dinner in the evening, and obviously won’t be answering my phone.

As a humorous side-note, I have three profiles set on my phone right now. The first one, “Normal,” rings. The second one, called “Silent,” vibrates. The third, which I dubbed “Ninja,” hides in the shadows, neither ringing nor vibrating, but staying on to descend upon its victim at any moment. Or, like, for me to use it.

It feels weird to know that I’m leaving in less than two days. I mean, I’m mostly packed already–except for things like my laptop, which I wouldn’t want to be without for two whole boring summer days–but it hasn’t quite hit me yet that I’m actually leaving.

Those of you who know me well know that I’ve had very dysfunctional circumstances thus far in my life. I hope to close that chapter of my life and begin a new one with my departure, a much freer and happier one. It’s hard to leave a life behind, but I feel I must do that as much as I am able. My own insecurities and those imposed on me, all the negativity and restriction I have faced: I want to get away from it all, and start fresh. Start wiser, but fresh.

(Now might be a good time to mention publicly that when I return to the North Shore, I will be staying at Margaret’s house.)

I have long felt an independent person, but the worst kind of independence is one forced prematurely. I have grown up emotionally too fast, in awkward fits and starts; perhaps now I will be able to finish proper as I begin a new journey.

Whoa. BioShock looks really, really cool. If I were really into computer games, I would probably buy it right now. It’s already available for preloading on Steam.

It looks like this may be one of those games that really raises the bar. The graphics are beautiful, the gameplay mechanics sound really interesting and unpredictable, and the storyline sounds quite immersive.

I’m very impressed. Who knows, I might even end up buying it in a few months.

OMG. I am highly impressed at the moment. On the suggestion of Lifehacker, I just tried getting some sticker residue off of a piece of plastic using olive oil, and it worked fantastically. I understand that non-polar oil would theoretically dissolve the residue better than water ‘n soap, but it got it off completely. (And then washing the oil off with soap was trivial.)

Olive oil! The gift of the gods! It gets sticker residue off, smells good, and tastes good too! Oh man. What will those Italians think up next.