A Week Elsewhere

New York was fun. Pleasant, at times. Monday we went to Times Square to get tickets and see the view from the 8th floor of the Marriott Hotel. We also ate the most wonderful churros.

Tuesday we went to the Museum and saw some stuff. It wasn't as cool as the first few times. The exhibit on the senses was okay. The butterflies were fun, although they reminded me of the upcoming quiz on leps for Bio of Terrestrial Arthropods. Then we had churros again. And... I think we watched Spiderman: Homecoming? Or maybe that was Monday. Or Wednesday.

Wednesday we watched Dear Evan Hanson. I didn't get as into it as I anticipated, but it was good. The lead was played by someone other than the original lead, who is apparently said to be better than him. I can confirm that the lead from the show was a better actor than the lead from the official soundtrack. Then we went back, eating some delicious waffles (I got a s'mores waffle).

Thursday was Thanksgiving! We watched Coco, which was a really good movie. I liked it a lot. Then we ate a big dinner, filled with mashed potatoes and bacon. I ate so much mashed potatoes, and so much bacon. We might have done other stuff, but if we did I've forgotten.

Friday we went to the Met. Looked at art. I had fun. Impressionist paintings still get me every time. How do they DO that with the water? There was also a freaky deer covered with glass orbs. After eating at Shake Shack we had drinks at the Vue, taking a neat timelapse of the revolving city.

Saturday we drove back. Ate breakfast at the Cosme. Watched Summer Wars, which was fun.

Sunday was yesterday. We went to the "best aquarium in New England," which was nice. We ate dinner in Morse, and I discovered the ice cream section. Then we watched 9 and said goodbye.

Three weeks remaining. What else happened this week? I talked a lot of film review stuff with my mom. Theming and characters and such. I got to the 3-warp stage in Flow, and noped my way out. I'll get to it soon, probably. I also made this:

Together again with my family

Yeah, we met up in New York. It's not home, but it's okay. Today we ate at Eataly and went to the MoMath. Well, actually just the MoMath gift shop, but it still counts. We watched all of Over The Garden Wall and all of Your Name. Very good. Quality series and film. I'm really tired though. And I want to go home. I've been trying to connect with friends again. It's not really working. I guess I need more sleep. Bye.

P.S. I started a OneSecondEveryDay thing today. We'll see how it goes.

The Day Before Yesterday, Tuesday the Seventh

Today it is tomorrow, at 1:10 AM. I have done all of my Math 230 P-set except for question 2B. I have also just read a Gasterpost. These two factors, and also checking my email, are what made it 1:12 AM. The past few days have been something. I think I've gone to bed after midnight starting Friday, and going on. Still no all-nighters, though, which I consider a success.

The day before yesterday, Tuesday the Seventh, I learned from Pat that the fibonaccish thing I did wasn't special. Which, I mean, I had already known, but like still it's nice to have confirmation. Also fun fact it's actually much nicer and more intuitive with matrices rather than generating functions. Also, moments from today/yesterday: E X T E N D   T H E   C U B E !  That is all.

Today, by which I mean yesterday, the 8th, I had 20 minutes of free time. I used it to watch a Yogscast video. I had four hours of bio lab and three hours of choir, along with working and studying. I feel very productive.

The day before yesterday, Tuesday the Seventh, I finished A Voyage To Arcturus. And I think I got it. Like, understood what had been happening the whole time. I feel accomplished. Hint: it's about two worlds and two beings, and the sensations of pleasure and pain. It's also about spirits and ghosts.

Today, by which I mean yesterday, the 8th, my earbuds broke. One of the speakers doesn't work anymore. It's actually the wire that's awry, but still. I noticed while pinning insects that my right ear had stopped hearing music, and quickly attributed that to the earbuds. The sound came on again intermittently as I worked. When I left (at 5:30), Stay Alive by José Gonzáles was playing. It was a fitting song for dying, I thought. I let the earbuds keep playing until the end of the song. At the fery last swell, "dawn is coming, open your eyes," the right speaker came back to life. For one last hurrah, it sang to the end of that line. When the song got quiet again, it dropped out. It will likely never play again. I kept the earbuds in my ears, playing nothing, as I walked back to my dorm. When I took them out, I felt it. Which is a strange thing to say, but it's true.

There are many things I have yet to do. One of them is sleep. Good night.