Pictures!

I've had a digital camera since Christmas, but I've just now decided to transfer the pictures to my computer.


I'm so hot.

And, for your viewing convenience (as well as my not-having-to-make-a-webpage convenience), I made them into albums on ofoto.com. You don't have to join to look at them (although it will ask you to).

There are three albums so far: Alamo Bowl pictures, New Year's Eve pictures, and pictures from last night's Oscar party^*.

^*These weren't from the party itself, but from my apartment after the party. Yeah.

Major Change

Well, I did it. It's really a very terrifying thing, changing one's major at the end of the fourth year of school. But I did it anyway, and it's a little bit exhilarating to look outside the College of Engineering for a degree, like the sane folk in the world do.

So it'll take an extra quarter--so what? It was already going to take my 5 years; might as well make it 5+. And this way, I will have attended six (count them, 6) football seasons during my undergrad time at OSU, an accomplishment if I ever saw one. And if I don't like it after a quarter, I can always take a little sabbatical from college to decide what I actually want to do.

Here begins Kristin's Adventures in Landscape Horticulture, subtitled What Should I Do with My Life?.

VCBC

I'm not that into the Christianity thing, but I do find this site a little bit interesting, mainly for being so unconventional: Virtual Church of the Blind Chihuahua. "Because there is more to religion than pleasing your Imaginary Friend."

Random Quiz Thing

I decided to relieve my contact lens-induced post traumatic stress disorder with an online quiz, complete with a neat table to display on the weblog/website/livejournal/internet medium of choice. My brother found it first, I must admit.

Your Brain is 60.00% Female, 40.00% Male

Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female You are both sensitive and savvy Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve

What Gender Is Your Brain?

Traumatic Midterm

I had a rather traumatic midterm experience this morning. Not that the test was that bad - it proved somewhat easier than I had expected. The really traumatic part was that I was unable to concentrate on the third (and final - I love engineering tests) problem because my contact lens slid up around my eye, causing moderate pain and irritation. Obviously, I didn't get much of the third problem answered due to my inability to either see the page or focus on anything apart from the burny-itchy feeling in my eye.

I hate contacts. Hate them hate them hate them hate them hate them.

Kitty (part 3)

I'm pretty sure I mentioned that my parents adopted Kitty, but I never put up a picture of him. So here he is.



They named him Mo, short for Morrison, as in Jim.

Dream Crusher

My brother has referred to my dad as "The Dream Crusher" for destroying my brother's visions of field commander grandeur. I, however, think that my mother is the real Dream Crusher. Having found an interesting alternate major and gathering information about said major, I decided to ask Mom's opinion. Her opinion, of course, is that I've wasted 4 years of my life and I should just suck it up and finish my major and if I change to this new major how do I know I will like it and if I do get a degree in this new major I will probably be stuck working a minimum wage job with no insurance for the rest of my life like some liberal arts major (that's her opinion of liberal arts majors, not necessarily mine).

Mothers. I hope I never become one.

I hate my major...

I went to a career fair for non-profit organizations today. I was really excited about this going into it, but once I got there I didn't really know what to do. What was I doing there? This was a room full of genuinely good people, and there I was, someone with no volunteer experience looking for an excuse to drop out of school for a year or two. So I left. Didn't talk to any of the organizations. Which is disappointing, really, but I just didn't know what to say.

I didn't really feel passionate about any of them. Maybe I really am condemned to be an engineer. Actually, engineering might not be so bad once I get into the real world. The problem is that I don't think I can make it to the real world. I am so bored with my major. I never go to class, and I rarely do assignments, which is unlike me. I thought that I could just stick with it, get my degree and then throw it away. But with the prospect of a fifth year looming over my head (why did I change majors? why? I'd be done this spring if I hadn't.), I'm not sure I care about or am even able to finish. Another whole year? After this one? I really don't think I'm up for it. I really hate my major.

I'm taking thermodynamics right now, which is about the most boring subject anyone ever invented. That, and a class in mathematical modeling and analysis. Please shoot me. A quick review of my transcript shows the classes I've liked most have been my non-engineering courses: philosophy, writing, english, international sudies. The classes I've hated: almost all the engineering ones--they're just so boring!

So I'm finally allowing myself--for the first time in 4 years--to consider a non-engineering major. The problem with this is that I'm nearing the end of my fourth year, and I hardly want to start a new major now. But I don't think I have the desire to finish my engineering degree, so it's either change majors and be here for 7 years, or drop out of school, which is an equally valid choice, if you ask me.

Vending Machine

The vending machine owed me 5¢ change fro my Snickers bar, but I got back 10¢ instead. Fuckin' sweet.

Laundry

I hate doing laundry. It's not that I hate the chore itself--it's actually not too bad. I hate doing laundry because I believe there's a 98% chance that I will be murdered in the laundry room.

You see, the laundry room is somewhat isolated. The path involves a poorly lit descent by staircase into a dirty hallway. I say dirty because it really is dirty--the ground is covered in grime reminiscent of that which accumulates in gutters during the street-sweeping off season. This hallway is freely accessible to anyone who wants to venture down there, and it's pretty well secluded. And dark. The perfect spot for a rape or murder.

At the end of this basement foyer thing is the door, which does lock. The only problem with the lock is that it's tricky to open from the inside, particularly if you're carrying anything (it's a two-hand job), so an escape from a potential murderer/rapist hiding in the laundry room would be unlikely.

The laundry room itself isn't so bad; it's well lit and all. But there is another room attached to it with no door that is usually dark. Flipping the light switch reveals a room, about 10'x12', with nothing in it. Again, a good place for a murderer/rapist to hide.

Tonight's experience was especially horror flick-esque because, for some reason, a good deal of steam was pouring into the basement hallway from a vent, making it impossible to see into the corridor. Seriously, I thought tonight would be the night.

Pull-Up

I did a pull-up today! All by myself! This is the first unassisted pull-up I have done in 10 years. I know this because I remember being thrilled about doing two pull-ups in 6th grade gym class. I wasn't so much thrilled that I did two pull-ups, but that I did them in front of my elementary school crush, Jordan. Two pull-ups! That's impressive, right? It was in my 12-year-old mind. Today I was happy just for myself, though, not for some guy.

Biodex

I should have gone into exercise science instead of engineering. This test was fun, and I really want to take all the other tests they offer. Anyway...

I took the Biodex test today, as was required for my lifting class. I discovered that my left leg is 1 lb lighter than my right leg. Also, the average power of my quads (over 50 reps at 180 degrees/second) is 92.4 watts; the average power of my hamstrings is 72.8 watts. Not sure how that compares to average scores. I do have 71.8% slow twitch muscles (which forever condemns my career as a sprinter, but is rather encouraging in the marathon prospect).

I have no idea what any of those results mean, really.

Earth Erotica

Okay, so I know I've been a little bit post-happy lately. I apologize. I've just had a lot of work that I needed to put off, you know? Anyway...

Earth Erotica: Fine Art Photography by Heather Firth

Brian Syxx does Cheney

Another sweet post from my little bro. (Actually, he just found a sweet picture online.)

Smoking Ban part deux

I went to the Short North Tavern last night, which was my first outing since the smoking ban became enforcable. I'll tell you, it was amazing. I could smell my beer before I tasted it, and my hair and clothes didn't smell like smoke when I got home. This is the best thing Columbus ever did. Now if we can just uphold that decision when the pesky May election comes around...

Phase 1

Here begins Phase 1 of my 38-week self-designed training program.

(If you actually want to see the program, I'll email it to you. You can join me, or customize my program to your needs. It's that awesome. Actually, I don't know if it's that awesome, because the only person I've made it for is myself, and I don't even know if it works yet. But if you want to try customizing it...)