on the central limit theorem and n= 31 being the magic number

me:  duly noted

please dont leave out the wlln and strong law too

 Evan:  of course not

they're very closely related

 me:  i dont even.

 Evan:  all of this makes me very disappointed by the author of hitch-hiker's guide

should not have been 42

 me:  the universe is anything but normal

especially with all the shit he writes about it in those books

and if it's not normal

you can be damn sure it's not normally distributed

 Evan:  well, if you took 31 of them and averaged them...

it would be normal

 me:  god dammit evan

 Evan:  assuming they're i.i.d. which of course they would be

 me:  you can't even assume that

there are mice

they seem to be an organization

meaning they are far from being independent

 Evan:  if we can consider the big bang to be a big Random Vector

then, so long as each universe came from a big bang...

 me:  some argue that they come from white holes

 Evan:  okay, so then big bangs are a function of white holes?

 me:  OH MY GOD

SHUT UP

i don't expect anyone to really read this, but. oh evan. 

elliotbot

Elliot: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
i just wanna play video gaaaames

me: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
me tooooooooooooooo

Elliot: oh man
you wanna play um
metal slug or something

me: kongregate

Elliot: (i) suuuuuuuux

  me: IF NOT IN ITALICS IT DOESNT COUNT

Elliot: img src = "dealwithit.jpg"

  me: oh you think you're funny huh
hey gmail, this guy thinks he's funny
do you think he's funny

  Elliot: system.out.google("yes he's great")

hahahaha oh smaf.

crcrc

HITTIN' THE GYM
GETTIN' MAH ABS BACK
ORGANIZIN' MY SHIT
DRESSIN' LIKE I KNOW HOW TO DRESS
BENCH 65


cuz if you like it in other people, you gotta expect it from yourself first.

i'm on a mission to get those runners legs......
and really, when you get down to it, there's no excuse for consistent sartorial sloppiness.

aww yea

trial by fire

I have had a fucking weird day.

you know, as much as i don't want to run into mike, or shrug off his arm when he rests it on my shoulder, or even so much as look at him, it really comes down to this.

i don't want to go through the semester catered around it.

  it's been a while since i've thought myself a coward, and i know some people may say, going to utc while his girlfriend's there, or talking to him, or anything him, is just masochistic and it'll only hurt you. but if i was gonna go there anyway, i'm not gonna change tracks. i'm gonna face it because if i'm not stronger enough for that, then i'll learn how to be.

if it's awkward or an inconvenience to you, then you can fucking deal with it. if my presence only registers apathy, so much the better. but i'm gonna push through it and learn how to live around you. even when you're being a douchebag for trying to talk to me.

perhaps i'm not being fair to him? there's no way he knows how hard i took it.
oh well. i get to be a bitch about it.  the one walking away with the bruised heart gets to be a bitch about it. the one who moved on can suck it.

only... only i generally try not to be a bitch.
so, i don't know. this is for my edification only, then. i have no idea what goes on in that head of yours when you talk to me. probably nothing, i expect. but i'm gonna keep salting the wounds until they close up completely.

in another sheer fit of pettiness, i saw pictures of his ex the other day. he's an idiot. just keeps downgrading every time. she's radiant. (she's absolutely radiant.)

i just-- i don't understand, why would anyone not want to be friends with chad and kosine?

http://xkcd.com/684/

i used to think i overdramatized when i got a crush, or started dating someone, or what have you.

but then it struck me: fuck everyone who doesn't.

because you should. you should write poetry about her like foroud does. it should squeeze your heart and make it feel three sizes too small, should take your breath away, should make you smile uncontrollably, and most other times when similarly alarming symptoms occur you make an appointment with the doctor.

so if you have a girlfriend or a boyfriend, go on dates. write her poetry, write her songs and notes, write her anything, hold her, sing to her, let everyone else just fuzz into the background, and don't be ashamed about it. don't be private about it. cook her things. read her things. make funny faces next to her and tell your best friend she's the best thing that ever happened to you and then look at her that way. make her the music as long as the music lasts.

because what less as humans do we deserve?  

what about that quiet love, you ask. well, darling, when is anything ever quiet?? if you're painting it in complete silence, that still seems loud as ever.

anyway, just some sunday morning thoughts.

for the future reference, you might never hear my voice, but i would always be loud. promise. (you know, prospectively speaking).

snerk

i don't care that no one else finds you cute or that your hair literally looks like you stuck your finger in a plug outlet.

as you were standing there, eyes crinkling as you laughed and looking down while adorably fiddling with your coffee cup holder, i just.

i would date you in a heartbeat if you just asked.

but you're not gonna ask. are you???