Meh

Issey Miyake Fall 2010...

Please help me succeed on amc10. I don't want to be punished by the math gods. Or make the god of asian parents sad.

Should have memorized these bashy formulas earlier, and should've facebooked less for the past like 2 years. well...damn.

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While at yet another math meet that yet again messes my Friday schedule up and yet again failing a physics test by taking it in five minutes but today I did better than last time. To do well in math I have to fail physics apparently.

So this is what went on in the chambers of my head after I completed my rounds and uh stared at uh you know those cool lookin’ guys who you know are smarter than god (look up, see him? Not as cool looking as the other guys).

The activities of a teenager last with him throughout his whole life. So basically what we’re doing right now is what we love so much that we do it for the rest of our lives. And because what we’re all doing is very very different from each other, we’re going to be very very different people when we grow up.

That’s nice. I like diversity in this world. And I like you. Diversity is colorful and pretty like Dries Van Noten. You look pretty with me and the rest of the world.

But even though we’re all different people it’s kind of nice how inside we’re still wondering about the same things (uh scientists shoved this niceness at me, so what I’m saying is legitimate but not out straight out of my head.) According to them, we all wonder about the meaning of life, our future, and sexuality.

I constantly ask people what the meaning of life is and they constantly answer it lamely, and also those really smart kids at math meets-they discuss sexuality and what do you say when a girl says “does this dress make me look fat?”

You say: “No, you make you look fat!”

What the f(x)? That’s really rude yet logical like their USAMO proofs.

But really…isn’t it sort of wonderful how all these people are similar in thought so often? These kids are all similar!




She's awesome sort of sophisticated and like the ones below.


Perhaps potheads, perhaps not, rocking in docs.


I don't want to say much, for fear that these people would discover this
piece of internet space and so no names-they're just mathies that I know are like the people above. it's surprising and kind of nice to know I'm like them in a way. . . Guess which one I stared at. . .


I think*** that this is a teen. Not sure totally.


Have a nice day today. (see I would say weekend, but no I don't post often enough to make that work.)

Asian is spelled Azn in math

I just spent six hours of today being a young creep with messy hair at the states math meet. I succeeded in the art of failing using the help of guessing by logic, and spent high amounts of time staring at the gorgeous visages of famous mathletes strolling around. These kids are beautiful mentally and physically, they look awesome, do math awesome, talk awesome, walk awesome, and just simply exude awesomeness. During the car ride to the site of the meet/ride back/both, I was brought to the realization that by stalking fashionable and math people, I don’t really have a life.
But what actually is the meaning of life?


“STALKING!!!. . .. ... .right?”
“Nope.”

^^^^^^^^^This is basically what they look like, except insert male features in faces (not that females aren’t awesome but I didn’t see them/fall in love with them.)

It’s actually lame how real nerds do not wear large black glasses with khakis and argyle sweaters, and people who dress like that can’t actually do these little creepy wordy puzzles known as math.

But it doesn’t matter, because I don’t want to argue with felines whose heels and stare could rip my throat apart.


Errr. . .convos, the words exchanged between more than one person.

(As Catherine sit struggling with the new idea of logarithms, or logs, the pieces of wood that float in a swamp.)

Mother: Hey Catherine, could you try some of these on? (holds up light peach colored silk dress)

Catherine: Sure I guess. . .

Christina walks over and

Christina: Hey! I want those.

30 minutes later, As she struggles with the inequalities of wood,

Mom: Also, can you try these? (Holds up two of her old tops white lace crop and green-blue luxe knit

Catherine: Um yeah

Catherine: Hey they look nice thanks! (Puts them in her closet)

20 minutes later

Mom: Hey can you let Christina try those two tops

Catherine opens closet and hands Christina lace crop

Christina while putting it on

Christina: Ahh, this can’t go over my head, Cathy, can you pull this over my head?


So yeah if I fail my log test these two have some responsibility.