concerto4art-and-education asked:

V-I-R-T-U-O-S-o M-u-S-S-o-G-o-r-S-K-Y

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V: A few weeks ago during the calc exam before my finals for my other two classes. I also started tearing up after I got another exam back today. SO MUCH OF MY LIFE RIGHT NOW REVOLVES AROUND MULTI FUCKING VARIABLE CALCULUS I’M SORRY

I: I used to have earrings but my ears seem to enjoy infections more than I do :(

R: Stone Cold by Fictionjuction. It’s a good song to art to. 

T: I bought flowers for my mom on Mother’s Day and the cashier thought I was buying them for myself o_o

U: Somewhere where the hugs are plenty

O: Brown eyes

S: I actually played Night on Bald Mountain at the last Halloween concert. It was painful but I was stand partners with my now bestie so…?

O: They’re brown, dammit.

M: There are many definitions of the term “virgin”, some contradictory, some more exclusive than others, some stating that the concept itself does not exist, so I don’t really know the exact accuracy of what’s being asked. To put in layman’s terms, if I got married at my wedding my dress would be white but my gloves would not.

U: I would also like to be asleep right now. But it has forsaken me.

S: I art. I actually have an art blog but there’s only one thing on it and it’s shit. I’m working on it. -_-‘

S: Whenever I get stressed, I go walk somewhere very, very, very far away and come back somehow. The crowning moment is when I biked to a friends house, and had to come back at 12:30 in the morning, 5 miles from my apartment, and since most of the road didn’t have a side walk and the cars also had a speed limit of 50, I had to walk my bike along the sides in the grass. Speaking of the Halloween concert, because I was nicely dressed I didn’t want to walk around and dirty up my clothes, so I took the bus on campus. The guy’s roommate was driving the bus and was like “Hey. Are you in the orchestra club?” and I was like “Yeah.” And then he said “Aren’t you the crazy lady who biked to my house?”. And later my friend (the original guy) wouldn’t stop giving me shit about it for about a month (and more. He still bugs me about it.) But he also gives me a green light for pretty much all the other weird things I do. The moral of the story is, if you do something completely idiotic and dangerous enough to be irresponsible but not enough that you’ll still likely be alive and well by the end, and consider it completely normal, then people assume you’re more badass than you already are (instead of just idiotic) and just let you do stuff that they would consider you crazy otherwise. 

O: The fields of my vision are guarded, flexibly, by toruses of darken amber, with the lines of my soul etched towards the center, glistening with the hope of the future success in my class of differentiation.

G: I seem to prefer guys. 

O: MY EYES ARE F**KING BROWN

R: Transendence by Lindsey Sterling is great too

S: The reason I’m dating someone right now is because I broke his car and I demanded that I not only compensate for damages but also pay with an amount of blood equal to the amount of gas he’s wasted driving me around places. The debacle is very sitcomish really. It makes sense in context.

S: I sustain myself on macaroni and cheese, cereal, and macaroni and cheese made from scratch.

K: My parents are cool with me now but then again I’ve changed a lot over the last year and I think they would be pissed as hell at some of my choices and changes in ideology (the second one especially) so I’m always nervous whenever they put me on the spot and I have to pretend I’m something I’m not to please them o_o;

Y: Yes but calculus is testing my patience although my professor is getting cooler by the day and has now resorted to giving rants about humanity and society which only barely compares to the concept at hand. I’m actually enjoying calculus. Even the integrals.

Thanks Noah. SO MANY LETTERS. SO MANY QUESTIONS ABOUT MY EYE COLOR.

Do it.

  • A. WHY MY LAST RELATIONSHIP ENDED.
  • B. FAVORITE BAND.
  • C. WHO I LIKE AND WHY I LIKE THEM.
  • D. HARDEST THING I’VE EVER BEEN THROUGH.
  • E. MY BEST FRIEND.
  • F. MY FAVOURITE MOVIE.
  • G. SEXUAL ORIENTATION.
  • H. DO I SMOKE/DRINK?
  • I. HAVE ANY TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS?
  • J. WHAT I WANT TO BE WHEN I GET OLDER.
  • K. RELATIONSHIP WITH MY PARENTS.
  • L. ONE OF MY INSECURITIES.
  • M. VIRGIN OR NOT?
  • N. FAVOURITE PLACE TO SHOP AT?
  • O. MY EYE COLOUR.
  • P. WHY I HATE SCHOOL.
  • Q. RELATIONSHIP STATUS AS OF RIGHT NOW.
  • R. FAVOURITE SONG AT THE MOMENT.
  • S. A RANDOM FACT ABOUT MYSELF.
  • T. AGE I GET MISTAKEN FOR.
  • U. WHERE I WANT TO BE RIGHT NOW.
  • V. LAST TIME I CRIED.
  • W. CONCERTS I’VE BEEN TO.
  • X. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF (…)?
  • Y. DO YOU WANT TO GO TO COLLEGE.
  • Z. HOW ARE YOU?
Heine-Borel is the kind of theorem that is essential for your life. I mean, you can handle doing grocery shopping without Bolzano-Weierstrass, but you would never succeed without Heine-Borel.

Real Analysis professor trying to put things in perspective (via mathprofessorquotes)