Physics and Love: Two completely unrelated topics

2002-04-21 || 11:00 p.m.

Let's begin. I am a Mechanical Engineering student at UT-Austin. I will be a sophomore in three weeks. I am a Christian, but don't expect me to be perfect, or you will REALLY be disappointed.

I hate to start on a bad note, but this is bothering me now. I hate physics. The class from hell. The professors do NOT teach. We're expected to learn everything on our own. They give us INSANE amounts of homework; I spend easily 20 to 30 hours a week on it, and that is typical for all students. Homework is given online, and when the homework server fails (like it did AGAIN tonight, the reason I'm writing), you have the potential to be screwed.

Think happy thoughts...

Ok, new topic before I have to work. I hate love. Well, not really. I love love. I am in the inital phase of a relationship, and hate the confusion. Every time I think about it, I don't know what to do. I suddenly regress to elementary school, when everyone was just finding out about the whole relationship thing, and took examples on what to do from whatever was available, like "Roseanne". The funny thing is that I give my friends relationship advice all the time. I am Dr. Love. But the therapist also needs Lithium, it would seem, as I have no clue AT ALL what to do! I'd love to tell you her name, and all sorts of wonderful things about her, but those will come in the next post. Except the name bit. That I can't tell you since she might object. I will call her Q, simply because almost no one has the initial Q. I'm off to work on homework now. Hopefully, more interesting stuff will come; I'm approaching brain-dead at the moment.