Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Stereotypes - Always True

I love lists. (I wonder how much of this blog is me professing my "love" for things.) This love turns into hate twice a year: once a couple of weeks before New Year's and once a week before my birthday. I start making lists of things I wanted to accomplish last year but didn't and lists of failed goals continuously in my head. It's maddening. So, I'm always on a lookout for more fun lists around this time a year. Here are two that made me laugh tonight:

1) Stereotyping people by favorite author
Thomas Aquinas - premature ejaculators.
Alice Sebold - people who liked Gilmore Girls (even the first season).

2) Stereotyping people by favorite indie band
Death Cab for Cutie - girls who quote lyrics as their Facebook status.
Radiohead - everyone.

Brilliant. I saved the best for last. (I should also probably note that I don't know a lot of those authors and music bands, but the ones I do know are, for the most part, funny.)

Guess what is not going on my list of failed goals this year (I know you are all anxious to know):
- Finally play Nocturne Op. 72, No. 1 the way Chopin intended it to be played.
- Get further in learning Nocturne Op. 9, No. 2.
I am taking lessons from my old piano teacher in Russia. $6.50/hour. WADDUP, yo.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

JT is Neato

and I just wanted to say that...
It is day 11 in Russia. I am learning Photoshop.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Nothing to Blog About

It is day 5 in Russia. I have a side-braid, yo.

This is what has been running through my head all day.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Stop Cubans Table, Seriously

Have I ever told you how much I love Google voice? I love it a lot. It's pretty awesome. It transcribes all your voicemail and can transcribe your phone call if you press 4 during the call. Their transcription algorithm does a really good job and when it doesn't, it provides endless entertainment with its interpretations of people's speech.

Here is an example. My parents left me a voicemail in Russian and this is what Google thought they said:

On a slightly less fun note, I'm in Russia. On a not-so-slightly less fun note, somebody is breaking my heart.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Almost There

This is what I do while e-studying for my software development (CS 35L) final with Sparta. Taking pictures of myself wearing a ridiculous outfit, braiding my hair, and drinking orange-cream soda. Give me a break, it's my last final.
Flannel: Patagonia Fjord (here) (JT got me the last one in this color, had to get it shipped from Chicago. SUCKAAAAAS!)
Shirt: Threadless (here) (Gift from Mark a few years ago. Thanks, Mark!)
Cords: J.Crew (here) (Sue bought these for me at the J.Crew outlet a few years ago.)
Socks: J.Crew (here)

Did I really just mix argyle and plaid and take pictures of this atrocity, you ask? Yes. Yes, I did. I wanted to record what happens when Olga runs out of clean socks. (To make matters worse, these socks are knee-length.)

So, guess what happens tomorrow after my CS final. I leave for Russia! My final ends at 2:30 and my plane takes off at 6. I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm going to be there until January 8th. (That's a week after winter quarter begins and the day we leave for our first ultimate frisbee tournament. Sa-weet!)

I leave you with this song that I've been trying to teach JT, and which, consequently, got stuck in my head.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Meet Mars

My parents have named me Olga. I am now Mars for all my Ultimate Frisbee teammates and other Ultimate people.
The initiation was SO MUCH FUN! It is 12:30, I just got back. It started at 8. Now I need to finish my Digital Systems project.

And this is what my not-finished project looked like. I couldn't do the whole thing using this software, so I did it by hand, but this gives you an idea of what my (really weird) design for Single-Precision Floating Point Multiplier looked like.
(I loved CS M51A. Professor Nahapetian is the bomb.)

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Lemon-Chamomile Shortbread

It's week 10! We're getting close to finals which means I have to study. What's conducive to studying, you ask? Eating crazy amounts of bread, butter and sugar is.


1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter

  • 1/2 cup sugar
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • grated zest from 1 lemon
  • 1 teaspoon loose chamomile tea
  • 2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour


Heat oven to 325° F. Combine the butter, sugar, and salt in a mixer and beat until light and fluffy. Blend in the lemon zest, loose tea, and flour until smooth. Press into an 8-inch square cake pan.

Bake 30 minutes or just until the shortbread begins to turn golden. Cut into 9 squares, then cut each square into 2 triangles.

Cool completely on a wire rack. Remove the shortbread cookies from the pan.

This is pre-pink eye. I had time to clean the kitchen and take a shower while it was in the oven. It's good! You should make it.

Pink Eye Is Not So Bad

My coughing has slowed down today. My side stomach muscles are sore from all the flexing that they had to do to facilitate the persistent coughing.

Coughing has been replaced by PINK EYE! I have to say, readers, that it is much less annoying than coughing. In fact, it's kind of fun.
My eye is not irritated at all, it just looks weird. Fun thing is nobody wants to be anywhere close to you. Even MORE fun thing is roommates will not get anywhere close to your food. Knowing that fact I went out and got myself a 1/2 gallon of gelato that I started eating straight from the carton. Mmmhmm...and, oh, the comfort of knowing that nobody is going to be eating my ice cream when I'm in class.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

SICK of Being Sick

It all started with a sore throat Tuesday night. I had a salt water gargle marathon.

Wednesday morning I woke up weak, nauseous, with a slight fever and a headache. I was mainly frustrated at how weak I was and barely shuffled to class. I had no sore throat by Wednesday night.

I felt a little lightheaded on Thursday.

My cough ensued on Friday.

I lost my voice on Saturday night. (I think it was from squealing during JT's tickle attacks. Totally worth it.) It was discovered on our ride to Griffith Park Observatory when I couldn't sing "ahoowooo" during Shakira's She Wolf.

My voice has gotten better since then, cough has gotten worse.
I made a makeshift humidifier in hopes of helping this terrible cough. No such luck.

I have viral pink eye.
I woke up with sleepies glueing my left eyelids shut. This sucks.
Still coughing. UGH!