On Ryan Of Cats And Mathematical Puns

On Ryan of Cats and Mathematical Puns

Hmm. This is going to be kind of stream of consciousness and probably less organized than I’d hope, but here goes. Ryan is someone I’ve been on and off acquaintances with for a while now, but I’m glad we’re now actually friends, because I’m almost always happy to talk to him. This kid lives in a beautiful world of knowledge and questions and wonder and post-rock and it’s fairly entertaining to just listen to him for a while. For being an incredibly smart person, Ryan also can be kind of slow at times, but it only shows when he tries really hard to find a socially acceptable place to sit. Just kidding. Kind of. But in all honesty, I’m always impressed with Ryan for keeping an open mind, for being humbler than he has right to be, honestly (shh), for making scientific jokes that I really truly appreciate, for being pretentious in only small doses, for never having an unkind word, for keeping me up to date on my Spanish, and for never being afraid to laugh at himself or his friends. And today, he finally got his bread. Even though it wasn’t Wonder. Point being, again, that you should really appreciate this boy, and tell him lots and lots so he knows for certain how awesome he is.

Whoa. The MLA has officially devised a standard format to cite tweets in an academic paper. Sign of the times.

On Olivia

Olivia is an exceedingly well put-together person. I mean she always looks good, but that’s almost beside the point because she’s also consistently ready to face whatever the day will throw at her. It’s funny, because I know she’s not actually always feeling her best or feeling her most prepared, but Olivia always grits her teeth, puts on a grin, and barrels through. She’s more incredibly compassionate than you might expect from her overflowing river of sass, but hey, what can you do. When she’s serious she’s sincere but when she’s feeling bubbly she’s essentially a wave of good cheer and smiles that reach significantly farther than Olivia is high. I mean that in the kindest way possible. But in all seriousness sometimes it worries me that she doesn’t always seem to be having an awesome year, but she has friends that are here for and care about her, and the rest of the year will be fricking awesome because I say it will. So there. Also she helps handicapped children dance. Who else just radiates that much good.

I am full of nothing but love and respect for this man. The Sirens of Titan was kind of the opposite of nearly all the books I read, but it was glorious.

Why You Should Be Proud of Me

cause looklook i'm back to writing nice things because i no longer have 93456190874589237745146 test and i'm sitting here waiting for scene changes and someone to tell me to go home and mainly i feel incapable of doing work. so i suppose on second thought maybe not that proud. but at least a little. i am going to make this week not awful, i've decided.

i've almost managed with this as my motto this week so one more day three more tests and i'll actually write things later because happy things like jackiechoi have also happened

hurray tech week