|the closest mood to "hot nails shoved into knees" is "uncomfortable"
||[Jul. 10th, 2005|05:21 am]
I have told a couple people recently that the nerd part of me that reads math parts is the same part that I really need to hide to fit into society. To which every person has said no it is a really good quality to be smart.
My want to do things with math that are actually challenging seems to space me from other people. I dont see how so many people dont want any mental challenge they just seem to want to play with simple questions where the answers just have to be looked up. This isnt just in math but in a variety of other subjects. I have finally gotten to the point that with the exception of the Putnam math test collection of problems I dont have a single book with math problems that are difficult enough to make me get incorrect answers.
While bored today I saw an old disney movie wherein the smart kinda dorky kid gets the girl over the jock.
This is remarkably far from real life. For some reason the ability to stop a person with a football outranks the ability to solve higher order differential equations. I was out at the moon for a short while and while talking to a girl about my major when a wrestler comes and starts talking with us. After a bit he starts talking about how in HS he was like 2 or 3 in state in his weight class, girl loses interest in the math nerd and goes for the wrestler penis, math nerd then leaves to go smoke with friends thinking to himself "fuck that". I did do some of my own bragging during this, but apparently my counter boast to wrestling as scoring in the top 5% of college students on the hardest intercollegiate math test doesnt count for shit.
The joys of fucked up knees is both the ability to "feel" weather however when the weather changes drastically several times in short order it does cause discomfort. I may need to go see a doctor again and I am fairly sure now he is going to want to operate on my knees not really looking forward to that. Kinda weird to know that even though I dont care about serious injury I am set off by the idea that I will be asking someone to cut me open and perhaps play with the shit in my knees.
Then on the way to go get some pain killers for my knee the fucking key for the bmw breaks in the door lock so I am then forced to wake many people to get someone willing to give me a ride at 3 am for aspirin and aleve and nightquil.