Sterling Memorial Library Ceiling

I now have AIM. This apparantly gives me the quintessential American IM-ing experience.

I don't understand it at all. Why does everyone here have AIM? MSN is easier to use and its smiley-face collection is unparalled (you can add to your collection, also, by downloading them). Also, its interface doesn't look like a throw-back to early '80s HTML.

My dissatisfaction with it may also have something to do with the fact that I have one person on my Buddy list. I'll get my brother to sign up, maybe; he's always good for that.
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I've been feeling like I'm not doing enough around campus. I had time, this last weekend, to do nothing but read for three hours. Something is wrong. Other people keep talking smoothly about how many leadership positions they're taking on; one particularly annoying person exclaimed with feigned angst to me yesterday, "I just have to stop something. I'm doing too much! But I'm having so much fun!".

So, feeling inadequate, I signed up to co-ordinate a project with UNICEF, became their webmaster, and signed on for two articles (one of them a feature) for the Yale Daily News. Why can't I just enjoy being relaxed?
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Yale finally updated its website! On the main page there's always one big picture on the right side. The picture is randomly drawn from a bank of stored images kept on the website. It usually alternates between like 3 tired pictures. But they added more to the bank! Now there's a beautiful image of Saybrook, a shot of an Ivy-League-Lawn and a really stunning picture of Woolsely (which photographs well anyways).

I'm like the only one impressed with this.
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Gilmore Girls is on tonight. Images of Yale have been few and far between. Not that I watch it or anything.

Last episode, or maybe the episode before last, they had a short scene where Rory Gilmore stood thoughtfully in some orientation room, as the freshman class milled around her. I didn't see an extra who looked like me.

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I don't understand the carollineurs (or however you spell it) here. When I got the Yale tour, the guide remarked (with an indulgent smile) that the people who operate the bells in Harkness liked to play pop music like Britney Spears. But all I ever hear, around 5:00 PM everyday, is mind-bogglingly sober tunes.

They make you feel so oddly contemplative. And I've seen the music induce the Elijah-Wood-they've-stolen-my-ring look in other people. Just play something happy!

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I don't get quantum computing.