Ah shit, ever since I started grad school, my social life has been reduced to nodding at people as I pedal my ass to the library. So blog it is, because fuck – talking to a computer is better than talking to yourself I figures.
BACKGOURND (for the unforunates who don't know me):
LIFE SUMMARY: Born 23 yrs ago, Bombay, India. Skipping childhood and other mistakes, started college in India, dropped out, and came to the US on a scholarship that the powers that be saw fit to bestow upon me for reasons known only to them. Underachieved as usual, but wised up, slogged my ass off for a bit, and landed a spot in grad school.
LIFE ACTIVITIES: Read like a mofo, play guitar (badly), play poker (like a champ), paint (badly again), and am retired from all physical activity. But none of that matters - all I've done for the last 4 weeks is study like a dirty bitch
Fuck, this blog shit is hard. Took me damn near 10 minutes to get that down. I had LIFE GOALS coming up next, but the BFing I just got from my last midterm tells me I shouldnt look too far ahead. Plus this is making me feel like those whores who make lists of things they have to achieve by the they're XX years old. Plus I have no clue anyway. Heh... they should put that on a midterm. Imagine that – "What are your life goals? 500 words minimum." Just the right combination of cruelty and irony.... that would be sweet.
Know what else is sweet? I wrote "you win this one" on another midterm (merely a lubed BFing), and the guy gave me 3 points out of 20 on that problem. What a dumbass.
Ah yes, about the poker. I've been playing limit ring and no-limit SnG's for about two years now. Recently switched to 6-max, and have been on a rush ever since. Probably because I like the gamboozling style and 6-max is kinder to people who raise out of boredom than full ring is. Anyway, I don't actually play as much as I used to, but its one of the few things I still do outside of work, so in a twisted way, its become a bigger part of my life.
Right, the keg of inspiration is all tapped out. I have a strange feeling this blog is going to end up like that goldfish I had as a kid. No harm though, and hence and therefore, by the fundamental lemma of the calculus of variations, no foul. Damn I'm smart.