On being a nerd...

So I find myself smack dab in the middle of finals week, sitting at my computer trying to find creative ways to procrastinate. It is because of this that this completely random post is coming straight to you from the jumbled mess commonly referred to as my brain.

For years I have been labeled a 'nerd.' Now, I don't have a problem with it, because essentially that is what I am. Most nerds are normal looking people that just happen to have, at least at one point in life, made excelling at school their number one priority. Note that I say at one point in life, this is because it is no longer my major goal in this world. Frankly after a few years away from the comfort blanket that is the Valley, I've found that achieving happiness is what matters most to me. Granted, I may achieve it by getting my dream job (pediatrician, as you already know) or by becoming fully skilled on the guitar, but at this point my road to happiness remains to be seen. Oh wow, I totally got pretend-philosophical on you guys...sorry, let me get back to my point.

Being a nerd has become almost common in society and has even found a little niche in entertainment (see The Big Bang Theory and Heroes). Now those people have found a way of applying their status as a nerd to their everyday lives. So my question is...How has being a nerd seeped into your life?

Most Monday nights, you can find me in front of my TV watching the Big Bang Theory, which is a show centered around, you guessed it, nerds. Now there was a Halloween episode that aired, where Sheldon was dressed as the Doppler Effect. Once that was made clear, the first thing that I found pop into my mind was:
The apparent change in the frequency of a wave that is caused by the difference in velocities of the object emitting the wave and the observer.
Now tell me that there isn't anything wrong with that. All I wanted to dow as kick back and enjoy some TV, but instead I made myself feel nerdy.

I need to start getting out more because this is getting ridiculous. When I'm wondering if I can store wine in the freezer and I answer myself with a:
No, it doesn't have a high enough alcohol content to keep the water from freezing and expanding
instead of just simple:
No, because it will explode
I know I need to start taking preventative measures.



PS: Good luck to everyone studying for finals/midterms/tests/whatever. Hope you have awesome Spring Breaks, and if you go anywhere...bring me back a magnet! :)

That's just how my brain works...

So super short, completely random post that I wanted to get out there. The only reason it's here and not on twitter/facebook is because it takes too many characters to write out.
Anyway...let me set the scene: After dinner, chilling on the couch with the Aunt and cousins, watching the end of the movie that we started before we ate. Please keep in mind that I am paraphrasing.

(We were watching Up In the Air)
Movie: George Clooney's character finally man's up and is on his way to see his leading lady.
-Epic Travel Sequence Ensues-
Me: Wouldn't it be funny if she had a family?
Gian: You mean like a husband.
Me: Yeah exactly. Kids, husband, house.
Caren: Why would you think that?
-George Clooney, looking super happy and gorgeous as usual, walks up a snow covered street to her house-
Me: Well look, she's living in a townhouse. If she were single it would be an apartment. What would a single person need with a house?
-Door Opens-
Woman opens door, appalled at who she finds.
Behind her, kids (that's right plural) are running up the stairs.
Cue husband who asks the cliche "Honey who's at the door?"
She shoots George a look, then closes the door while speaking with her husband.
Cut to George Clooney's devastated look.

Did I call it or what?