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This only scratches the surface of all the shit I'm feeling right now. (hi dad, hi gramma, sorry about my mouth, I get it from you guys)

So I'm getting an arts degree. Like, not two hours ago I had my interview to be officially admitted to the theatre department for a b.a. I love art. I draw, and I act, and I sew, and I love to make things and use things to reflect the world around me and sometimes just be pretty. I love it. Music and visual art and performance art, I don't understand how people could ever live without them and say they think they don't matter. I just don't get it. They're important.

But at the same time, I love science. I love it. I just...biology and chemistry and physics, they make sense, they put things in order, and I think they're more beautiful just by virtue of being true than almost any art I've ever seen. I mean, art is pretty. It's nice to look at. Really good art moves me. But science...science always moves me. I mean, I get weepy to speeches from like Carl Sagan and Richard Feynman. I do. It's a little ridiculous.

And I feel a little torn, because art people and science people are totally opposite, both in viewpoint and physically (at least on this campus I mean really they're like fifteen minutes away walking) and never the twain shall meet. And I'm sitting here explaining evolution and shit to my theatre friends, and they are all looking at me like I'm crazy because the only other thing I get so passionate about is Pokemon grammar. I feel like the mixed kid from the fifties, part of both worlds but not really allowed in either.

Because damn, those sciencey kids look at you like you're stupid when you tell them you're studying theatre. They look betrayed, like "Oh, I thought you were one of us". I don't know.

MY POINT IS ALL MY THEATRE FRIENDS HAVE SPENT THE LAST WEEK BITCHING ABOUT THEIR SCIENCE REQUIREMENTS AND I WAS REALLY DISAPPOINTED I COULDN'T TAKE MINE THIS SEMESTER.
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Girls are making me happy right now. This is largely because of the spaztic way my wfey has been acting. Yesterday I was despondent because she is RETARDED AND SADISTIC and today I was giddily incoherent all evening because she seems to have no problem with me kissing her.

YES I AM LAME IT'S BEEN LIKE SEVEN MONTHS I'VE BEEN AFTER THIS GIRL GIVE ME A BREAK.

I am surprisingly ready for NaNo. It is weirding me out a little. I have a title, a plan, most of an outline, organization, and I have arrangements that mean I don't have to handwrite it this year. While this does mean I shall be posting it here (Chapter at a time under a cut and f-locked), it also means that I'm not totally unprepared for something important to me. V. strange.

There was something else I was going to say, but I have no idea what it is. OH WELL I GUESS I CAN JUST GIVE A SHORT SUMMARY OF MY NANO THIS YEAR. I warn you: it is fairly cracktastic.

Anyway. A jealous physicist accidentally causes a transdimensional hurricane trying to impress the pretty lady physicist he works with. This causes the youngish artist protagonist to be tossed haphazardly through some of the dimension/alternate universe thingies closest to his. In some of these, he and his brother are an item, or sometimes just making out once in a while. Needless to say, this weirds him out. So the book is about physics, choices, and incest. Oh, and making out with yourself. I mean, would you really not take the chance if you had it? Ford would, evidently. (He also seduces himself BUT I TOTALLY DID NOT MENTION THAT KAY)
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How are magnetism and volcanoes related, if at all?

How does an atmosphere gain pressure, or rather, density, because if the air was more dense, then the pressure would be greater.

And I of course have other questions, with partial answers, but it's hard to find articles relating things sometimes, especially unrelated to Earth. Has it ever occured to encyclopedia writers that sometimes, people are doing research that's not about Earth? Jesus.

Oh, and the reason for all the science stuff and research lately isn't just because I feel like it, it's because of writing, and I'm starting to try to figure something out. You know, real science fiction is a lot of work! Now I know why I never really tried to write science fiction before. Too much work. Yet ideas are funny things, and I can't ignore this one.

So, it's not just because I'm a spaz that I keep posting weird questions like this, hoping for some serendipitious knowledge from one or more of my lj friends. It's in the interest of...er, art? Yeah, let's go with art. Or I guess we could go with science, but not as much. Of course, not that this is really very art-related, but still.
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Does anyone happen to have a rough estimate of how many G2 starts are possible? Even a low number would be nice but no one seems willing to be even guessing.

Scientists speculate about every other thing on the face of existence, but not about this? I find this completely unbelievable. How am I supposed to come up with even a loose argument without some sort of estimate? Let alone any sort of theory. Jesus Christ.

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