DEAR FUCKER WHO JUST PULLED THE GODDAMN FIRE ALARM,

6:30 AM ON A SATURDAY?! YOU ARE HILARIOUS. I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU DIDN'T GET ENOUGH ATTENTION AS A CHILD AND ARE ACTING OUT ON THIS IMPULSE IN ORDER TO SATISFY A FREUDIAN NEED AND WE SHOULD ALL CATER TO THIS BY POPPING OUT OF OUR BEDS BRIGHT AND EARLY.

BUT I ALSO UNDERSTAND THAT YOU SHOULD DIE. I WOULD GLADLY TAKE A HEAT GUN TO YOUR SPECIAL SNOWFLAKE ASS.

IN FACT I AM GLAD THIS HAPPENED AFTER PUBERTY, AS YOUR DEATH BEFORE CONTRIBUTING TO THE GENE POOL MUST BE REMEDIED ASAP.

PLEASE CHOKE OR DROWN. OR SIT STILL SO I CAN STAB YOU.

DOES NOT WAKE BEFORE 8 AM ON A SATURDAY,

CENDRI

Reply to this post with the degree you'd award me based on my participation in fandom.

For example:

"Dr. Sev has been awarded a Ph.D in AU Crack, with a concentration in blowjobs."

or

"Sev carries dual Masters degrees in Twincest and Pirating."

Go ahead, and then post in your journal so that I can award you a degree.

Oh man, it's just been a really weird couple of days. Though, the mail has been very nice to me! I finally got that black bodysuit that I bought (Ohayocon people, if you can direct me to a proper blonde wig I can do the Lady GaGa thing at the con), and one of the etsy stores I got a card from (for my sister's birthday) Paper Cupcake Studios sent me a surprise pack of free stuff! Since I like stationery stuff (and cute gift tags) I was very pleased by this surprise. I also finally located a good affordable pair of cold weather boots (made by a Canadian company, so I trusted that they would in fact be able to handle WEATHER, and since I've worn them in pouring rain already, SUCCESS). And I found some stuff for my dad for Christmas.

Really, e-commerce is kind of my bitch. I know when to pounce and when to wait, I guess. I think only one thing of the stuff I've gotten lately actually charged for shipping. Protip: wait for free shipping, it's worth it. Shipping charges add up like whoa.

Also sent out a couple things in the mail myself. I wish that my dorm actually allowed me to send packages, but no, I have to go across campus to send them. Oh well. Got a good bus ride out and crisp walk back while it was snowing.

Yeah fuck, it's snowing time. At least it didn't stick. S'all I'm saying there.

Now I'm going to write some crack, make another EP cover, and probably watch The Aviator as Netflix just sent it. And I know, how I managed to not see that movie already has been bugging me for a while. Maybe it was the fact that they cast Leonardo DUHCaprio as Howard Hughes (though his performance in The Departed has somewhat redeemed his acting abilities to me. somewhat.).

And I ordered some more cards because apparently some of you really like getting cards and I have no will against that sort of thing.

Back from vacation, actually, I was back last night but I'm super tired. XD Been able to keep up with reading entries, so yay. Now to catch up on nano readings while I have time!

So, we were the only group that didn't crash our plane into a billion pieces.

Yeah.

Awesome.

And going on vacation now, see ya'll later!

So I love Fearless Leader, his fiance, and APB a lot. They send me a text last night around 7 telling me to go to the bar, and I'm not going to turn that down, like, ever. Sure, I still have to finish a paper and have an exam tonight, but I'm just recycling an old paper from another class (HEY IT'S A PAPER FOR A MATH CLASS AND I ALREADY WROTE A KICKASS ONE ABOUT HOVERBOARDS) with tweaks, so yeah. As for the exam, I have no earthly idea what he's going to pull on it, so I'm just going to hope I can get a couple questions.

Now that informational meme all the kids have been doing, because I can.

You know how sometimes people on your friends list post about stuff going on in their life, and all of a sudden you think "Wait a minute? Since when were they working THERE? Since when were they dating HIM/HER? Since when?" And then you wonder how you could have missed all that seemingly pretty standard information, but somehow you feel too ashamed to ask for clarification because it seems like info you should already know? It happens to all of us sometimes.

Please copy the topics below, erase my answers and put yours in their place, and then post it in your journal! Please elaborate on the questions that would benefit from elaboration. One word answers seldom help anyone out.

( I really do get excited about my life now )

The continuing saga of Senior Design.

THE PLANE FLEW.

First flight test this morning. This was interesting.

Our first takeoff well, didn't take off, since our center of gravity (CG) was too far forward and it didn't want to pitch up (tip up from the horizontal). The CG was too far forward because Dumbfuck someone estimated our Aerodynamic center WAY far ahead of where it actually is. Went to the end of the runway and popped the front landing gear's wheel off. Whoops. That's why we do field repair.

Second takeoff resulted in a take off, but not the full circuit. Pilot said it was a very smooth flight, but again, CG is too far forward and it doesn't want to pitch. It landed very softly, resulting in no damage at all!

There were three other groups. Their performance was as so:

- First team didn't take off (much like our first run) but they REALLY broke their front landing gear (broke a weld point... which is intense).

- Second team took off, but their engine cut out and they crashed.

- Third team took off, but their tail boom twisted and the control surfaces were no longer working and they crashed REALLY hard. They're going to be replacing their stringers (fuckers don't even have SPARS like any good wing has) because they're cracked to hell. Though, srsly, wtf were they thinking using CARBON FIBER TUBE stringers, as carbon fiber has no torsional (twisting from end to end) rigidity.

So, we're the most successful. Fuck yeah.

Oh, and when I got to the lab, the parts that I laid out for the fuselage were in fact done. And hey guess what THEY FUCKING WORKED. However, the part of the fuselage I didn't outline perfectly for these guys was totally crap. Like, they took a sheet of nylon and VELCRO-ED IT TO THE FRAME. They seriously would have been better off just putting covering there, wtf. Cause I get to the lab and Dumbfuck is frantically doing stuff (mind you, this was 7 am we had to be at the field at 8 am). And the velcro was basically worthless as they had to tap the whole fucking thing anyway, because it was a SHEET OF NYLON. Like you make swishy pants out of!

So after our first non-takeoff, I beefed up that internal fuselage structure with some fishing line. Yes, fishing line. Because it was crap. And hey, guess what, the twisting was WAY LESS OF AN ISSUE THEN.

The moral of this story is: we made a good plane, even if there are idiots working on the fuselage, and I can do a better job with fishing line and duct tape in the middle of a field. THE END.

Oh my god, I really am Cid Highwind. This project proves it. Guys, I have never actually built a plane before, but earlier today I had to take charge on some shit and be like:

Me: So you make this, glue it, we cover it, should work.
Idiot: How do you know it will work?
Me: Well you could sit here and stare at it with your thumb up your ass or you could just go with my idea.
Idiot: ...I'll get gluing.

I'm home now, because I really needed to sleep and hell if I'm staying another full night there (plus the team lead said it was cool and to kick their asses into gear and call him with their status when I left). I'm the C and D student, and these guys are A and B students (group leader is also in my range). I think this may prove my case about Real Engineers and Fucktards With Diplomas.

And I swear to god if they have made no progress when I get there at 6:30 am tomorrow, I am going to fucking throttle someone. I will cut a bitch. We fly at 8 am. I do not have time for bullshit. THE TEAM does not have time for bullshit. This should have been done THREE DAYS AGO.

Yeah, I'm going to sit down and have some goddamn tea now.

As aggrivating as this all is, I'm really proud at my problem solving skills. Is that vain?

I was in the build lab for twelve hours today.

And our fuselage got made, but it sucked ass so we're redoing it.

We have a flight review at 9:30 am.

Fuck. Me.

Also, boys? You are the biggest drama whores of all sometimes. Fucking learn to communicate or I will bring the bitch again and scare you all like I did around 5pm today. Srsly. I know you didn't think someone as small as me could hurl that many expletives in such a short time AND have a voice that carries so much. Don't. Fuck. With. Me.

Edit: I also just realized that instead of linking my last fic in viniel, I linked it here. Sorry. It was fucking late.

Edit 2:



FUCK YEAH.

So, I've been in the build lab a fuck ton. I'm awake now because I had some caffeine in order to have the focus to not fuck shit up. So let's go over some shenanigans.

- We have a Flight Readiness Review at 2:30pm tomorrow (or rather today, whatever THURSDAY). While we have the wing constructed (BADASS), and the tail and the booms almost attached, we still haven't stuck the fuselage on or put any of the coverings on. So... we're meeting at 9am to hopefully do this.

- I cannot freaking sleep.

- When we are all a little punchy in the lab, hilarious shit goes down. And Fearless Leader has a camera he keeps around for us to document stuff. I naturally took a lot of pictures.

- Hopefully I will have some of these, in which to show you shenanigans.

- I am seriously over the smell of burning foam from the hot wire cutter. SO over it.

- I like sharp things. A lot. Today was the first time I stabbed myself though. Some of my blood literally went into this plane!

- Our plane is the lightest built one, coming it at 4 lbs. This fucking plane has a 10. Foot. Wing. Span. I think this makes us fucking awesome. For comparison, a group with a shorter wingspan came in at 8 lbs.

- So far we have superhero nicknames for three of the guys: Hulk (he is a large Korean guy, and got this because he Hulk smashed a hugeass sheet of foam), Superman (because he's got it all together, dude), and Wolverine ("I carved it out WITH MY CLAWS. LIKE COCONUT FLESH").

- Someone in another group did something very suspicious with a banana. He is also French.

- My love of sharp things has started some very strange discussions about kinkiness.

- Everything in engineering comes down to porn. Know this.

- Record an audiobook, with prizes.

- Colorless coke cans: pretty stylish.

- John Scalzi is in ur Yuletide, checking out ur slash requests.

I'm going to now enjoy the last of my Friday 13th with movies, cleaning, and making food.

- I am an excellent builder. And people let me use sharp objects. In fact, they prefer me to use sharp objects to anyone else, as I am precise and careful and basically fucking awesome with sharp objects. My calling as a villain has obviously been ignored all these years...

- Aero. Social. Night. Free food, and the entire department gets drunk. Was wingman for some random dude, had beer bought for me, and got into an intense discussion with some dudes, as I am the token gay in the department now (well, the token OUT gay). This was actually awesome.

- Hookah.

- I have no homework due tomorrow. I haven't had homework not due on a Friday since... I cannot fucking remember when I didn't have homework due one a Friday since I started engineering. This is intense.

- Who wants to dare me to write porn while I'm intoxicated?

- Math exam: Fail.

- Exam in three hours: Feeling ok.

- Plane making = AWESOME.

Can I just skip all the boring classes? Seriously, I have never felt so freaked out in a math exam before.

As you all know, I am not above rescuing other people's cast off clothes. In fact, I've gotten it down to a science. It's really all about timing and location. If you are anywhere near a college campus (which I have either been on one or at least 20 mins away from one... my entire life) then you have access to some hip secondhand clothes, oftentimes entirely free. Recently had a good haul, because some sorority girl decided to clean out her closet. This means a lot of "hip" basics that are off-trend, which is never something I care about anyway. Some basics are always fantastic. Like cableknit sweaters and henleys and button-up cardigans.

Just when I was thinking I needed more of those things too.

There is also something vaguely karmic to some of the things I find, like stuff from Holister or American Eagle or Other Trendy Mall Store I Am Always Afraid to Go Into. I have to wonder how much the original owner paid for it, and how often they ended up wearing it (usually... not much from the looks of the stuff). Also, the whole Green movement means that instead of in the dumpster like I would have had to find things (no, I do not jump into dumpsters) they are conveniently in boxes out for anyone to find.

I just have to make sure to throw some things of my own in the box, lest I accumulate too much. XD

Back to math study.

Guys, stop being entertained by my rants, they are OBVIOUSLY SRS BUSINESS.

Ok not. I'm actually amused.

It did in fact take me most of the week to recover from the REPORT RUSH, and now I'm still picking up the fallout (protip: my mental state is almost in direct proportion to the state of my room. Currently it's in the middle of cleanup). Need to do laundry like bad. And take a shower, ew. There are reasons that stereotypes about engineering and science exist, after all.

Have felt the need to say "grow the fuck up" a lot lately, but I'm cranky.

Two exams next week, one I'm not worried too much about (Fatigue Structures) the other I'm going to spend most of the weekend studying (Diff Eq II). Got the paper assignment for Diff Eq II (yes, we get to write a PAPER in a MATH CLASS, yay!) just need to figure out a topic. Since we're in build phase for Senior Design I won't be writing much of anything else, so good!

Speakiing of Senior Design, I have been put IN CHARGE of the tail section. Which may seem lame, but we have a very specific and bigass tail. Bruce Lee and I will be making it, I've got to get some sketches to Texas Team Lead by like, Monday so when I use the CNC machine it won't be tragic. Foam is expensive!

Also, everything appears to be due the Monday before Thanksgiving, which is not good, since I have the flight test that Tuesday. GREAT TIMING. Especially you, Propulsion!

Going to take a shower now, go print off some more math study materials and hole up in the pretentious coffee house. Or somewhere that serves tea and has food.

Now, I'm a "team player". I say this without the usual cynicism and sarcasm involved. I'm going to go as far as to say I'm the type you WANT on your team; I'm OCD organized when it comes to data, I'm adaptable to different collaborative tools, and I'm honest. I won't bite off more than I can chew and when I do I will call you in enough time for there not to be a panic and for us to get it all done yay.

Well so long as everyone contributes properly I won't have to.

I love Team Lost in Translation. A lot. Words cannot describe how much I love this group; I've been in bad design groups that didn't utilize the fact I am a bossy bitch when I need to be or assumed I was stupid and never let me touch a damn thing. No, this group allowed me a fair bit of freedom in the amount of analysis I did (hell, I was the only one on two subgroups; structures AND controls) and they respected my opinion.

Also, I was always the one called to ask if we were having a meeting and when. So I'm kind of like a secretary, but without the dumb.

I wasn't the group lead, that went to the guy with the most experience (rightfully) and I've never had an issue with him. He's the right kind of leader; he knows his shit, he can delegate, and he picks up the slack when someone is not assigned something. Texas Pilot is a fantastic team lead, and I'd want to work for him in the real work.

Now, there's a blot on our excellent team. Dumbfuck. See, Dumbfuck has a lot of theoretical knowledge. He really does. But it's almost TOO much. He gets tripped up on minute details and frankly? Has been half the reason we were behind. See, aerodynamics is something that you have to like to want to do. Most of this team? Structures. Propulsion. We were lean on aerodynamics and controls. Now, I helped cover controls. But I'm shit at aerodynamics.

Aerodynamics was the class with Professor Collicock, who I hated, so it's no wonder I absorbed basically none of the subject matter.

Anyway, so Dumbfuck has no sense of time. Or reality. Or "hey, just fucking estimate it already". Sure, you don't try to estimate in industry. But you also have better analysis tools than we did, and we don't have the skills for Computation Fluid Dynamics (CFD) so we're left with using equations and shit the hard way. Intentional, I know.

So Dumbfuck usually thinks he's smarter than the professor of the class and usually reprograms all the PROVIDED programs to help us with these long ass calculations and thus takes A LOT LONGER to do things.

He also doesn't know when to stop doing analysis and to start, I don't know, pulling out his shit for the report.

See, right now? 1 am? I am working on the final draft of the report for our plane before we start building. The end! The last bit! IT IS FINISHED. Well, provided that Dumbfuck gets his shit done. I asked for everyone to send me their bits by noon (giving myself a buffer of time for late people to get their shit in by like, 6, as I knew that would happen). There was one dude that got his stuff in by 10pm, but that was ok. I was awake.

Dumbfuck sends me his shit at 12:30 am.

Missing a deadline by that much and bringing everyone down as we wait on your slow ass? That is how to get on my bad side. Either cut down on your fucking blather that you're writing, pick out the IMPORTANT PARTS LIKE I ASKED, and just move on, or give it to someone else already. Your extra bit of detail is only going to make us go over the page count and since you're such a confusing fuck already I can't make heads or tails of the half-finished thing you've sent me now--

Have I said fuck enough yet? FUCKITY FUCK FUCK FUCK. AM I NO LONGER PG-13 RATED YET? WHERE IS MY GODDAMN TEA?

I'm leaving up a "Things I want done by the time we all meet in the afternoon" list on the team's Google Groups page (yes we are very high tech) and going to bed.

Halloween was awesome.

+ Epic costume parts quest for Drak's Wolf costume. We managed to make ears and a tail out of feather boas and floral wire that actually looked appropriate. I think that we are good.

+ Going to Red Lobster dressed as Yuri Anime girls. I was obviously the magic girl, Drak was silent sword girl. A little girl dressed as a princess totally approved of us (well, Drak had a pink wig and I had my green/blue one, I certainly would have approved at her age).

+ Tasty food at Nanomatt and Nija's place. Nanomatt and I are both introverts with very socially able girlfriends. This was never more apparent then when they finally met each other. XD

+ Nanomatt's Generic Anime Badass costume was impressively hilarious.

+ Going to the Asian Student Association party proved to be the best party in town, actually. Even if Drak got annoyed that I am apparently "catnip to Asian guys". This came with several great events:

- The Cat in the Hat totally served a ninja at breakdancing.

- A kid came over and asked Drak to teach his very cute girlfriend to dance. No rly.

- I dance better in a corset and a skirt that hides my spazzy legwork.

- Nanomatt and Drak had a slow-motion sparring fight, including high kicks and a very well done falling backwards thing. Try to imagine this in the middle of a dance floor.

- The nerds from B-town included a kid dressed as the First Doctor from Doctor Who, which was impressively dapper.

- His girlfriend was a construction worker, and we taught her how to man-dance. In fact, this was probably one of the single most hilarious things I have witnessed ever.

+ After the clubbing party times, we went looking for a less crowded place (being at the hottest party in town means that it gets CROWDED, thankfully we'd partied out by then). We witnessed a great many fantastic costumes and Drak and I made out on the window of the Republican headquarters. >.>

+ Then there was cuddles and pumpkin spice tea, the end. XD

I now need to run to a group meeting and hope I don't fall asleep. I am done for shenanigans for a while now. There may also be pictures sometime.

You know, complaining about fanon/canon does make me feel better sometimes. It totally let out my stress about the presentation my group has tomorrow. Also, I think the increase in writing is directly proportional to the amount of times I've thought about stabbing a bitch lately.

Of course, then Dumbfuck had to get all, "mmmrrrr I don't think that'll work" about our numbers.

So let me break it down. We are the third group to go on tomorrow, but we all have to watch the presentations. So we have to have everything ready by 9am. At about 11pm our Propulsion subgroup tells us that the engine efficiency number was wrong again (we learned yesterday we were working off of an underweight estimate) and Dumbfuck decides that hey, the wing that he told us to use should actually be this other wing and can we change all out data?

Mind you, changing the wing changes... not much as far as scale goes. So the numbers and configurations we'd present wouldn't be super best case account for everything, but they would be good enough and get the damn point across. We spend a half hour trying to tell him this. It's especially bad for APB*, who is working on the 3D model and if you change anything about the wing chord he'd have to go in and PUT IN POINTS BY HAND for the airfoil. So APB is like, "fuck this shit."

And I've just done a pretty complicated tail sizing analysis and am also like, "fuck this shit."

And the Malaysians are doubling all, "fuck no." Especially my man Superfly**, who does most of his fuselage calculations BY HAND. Cause he's hardkore. I am not this hardkore. I use matlab and spreadsheets and code them in such a way that when Dumbfuck changes his mind, I don't spend hours redoing shit, merely AN hour. Which is still enough time for me to be Not Pleased.

So we decide to go through with what we have anyway, and fix it all for the final report. Honestly, we're at a buildable configuration, it's just not OPTIMUM. Fuck. That. Noise.

And then Superfly and Bruce Lee*** and I went to McDonald's and I talked about my adventures in video gaming, working at a factory, and how the Air Force is sometimes Fail.

But our shit is SEXY:

( OUR PLANE IS SO SEXY IT BLOWS MY MIND. BETTER TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS OR SOMETHING. )

Yeah, that's all. I am clearly on adrenaline jitters atm.se

* Angry Polish Bastard. Yes, he approves of this. No, we are not racist bastards, we simply spend too much time together.

**"He's so fly that the Japanese girls like him." -- Did I mention I love how international my school is lately?

*** "If anyone doubts my control data I'll kick them in the head. No one fucks with an angry Malaysian."