Last week I elected not to do a blog post because on Saturday I literally typed over 9,000 words, and my fingers were sore. Which was too bad, because I actually did stuff last week that I could of talked about. Oh well. The past is in the past.
This week, I am home for Thanksgiving. Which means everything I do will probably be ten times weirder because my family is involved.
I am not the best at vacationing.
I’m on break. I’m supposed to be relaxing, but I’m not the best at getting my head out of school mode. For instance, I could be catching up on any number of tv shows I enjoy, or reading any number of books on my ever-growing to-be-read list. What have I done instead with my free time? Started working a prototype if-then style algorithm, which could hypothetically be turned into a semantic tagger, but so far only for phrasal verbs using break because building a semantic tagger is actually really freaking hard. On the other hand, that’s going well.
Kyra vs. the Self Checkout Machine
In addition to creating algorithms, I’ve also run some errands for my family. Yesterday was TWIRP (the girls choice dance at the local high school). So I got sent to target to get things we needed for that, like nylon, lipstick, and nerf bullets. My mom wasn’t home to give us money for the shopping trip, so we asked my dad. Who for whatever reason only had cash in the form of a hundred dollar bill.
And that’s the story of how we found out that the self checkout does not like hundred dollar bills. And if you do try to use one, you will break the machine and be stuck there waiting for change while the cashier tries to fix it. So I guess I’ll avoid that in the future. Which is too bad. I like the self checkout because it’s always nice to be guaranteed that you’ll get a cute cashier.
In totally unrelated news, yesterday Paige made me spend over an hour curling her hair only to put it up in a bun.
Apparently burning things is a hereditary trait.
If you’ve been following this blog for awhile, you may have noticed that I have a small tendency to set things on fire (like popcorn, curry, hotpads, my legs…). You may also have noticed that I have a baking curfew that I’ve imposed on myself to try and cut down on these types of incidents.
Last night my mom tried baking after 10 pm. It was supposed to be a smores pizza, but I think the picture says it best:
Taylor Swift lyrics of the week: “They tell you that you’re lucky but you’re so confused, cuz you don’t feel pretty. You just feel used.”
Other lyrics I like this week (from Hamilton, the musical):
“He looked at me like I was stupid, I’m not stupid.” Aaron Burr, Sir
“You’re like me, I’m never satisfied.” Satisfied
“And when push comes to shove, I will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love.” You’ll Be Back