gooseberryhigh | ↬ February 6, 2014

Somehow, it's only now that I've reached the human experimentation portion of my senior project that I've realized my senior project involves human experimentation.

[WARDED TO SENIOR RIBBONFINS]
No, this isn't official business. Well, it is, if we want to discuss giving each other homework help. [...] Actually, let me make a list of which subjects we'd be willing to organize for.

But only after I say what I wanted to say! Which is to say, I warded you all because I wanted to ward my friends, but then I realized I had far too many friends at this school. At that point, most people would give up and simply write this as a public post, but upon considering that for precisely six seconds, I started getting heart palpitations at the thought of making my love life subject to public discussion. Yes! You read that right. Ravinder Dhaliwal is proverbially "eating crow" over those years of saying he's not interested in dating, and will never date until well after graduation. I'm not going to ask how many of you made bets over when I would cave, because I'd like to optimistically think the answer is "none."

~~Why do I make so many terrible jokes when I'm uncomforta~~ Right. So. I have a boyfriend. His name is Diego. He's an Azurcrest. And beyond this highly embarrassing announcement is an important question: do I get him flowers? If so, what kind and how many? Because roses seem rather serious, don't they?

~~Tabitha, I hope~~

[WARDED TO DIEGO MORALES]
Hi.

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Oh dear. That sounds terrible. You're lucky you dropped it, otherwise I'd be forcing you to study Astronomy with me, and I suspect that might quickly make you reconsider how much you enjoy my company.

Oh, it's just my senior project... which you can see now. And which will probably make you wonder if I was trying to do clinical trials on my boyfriend. I realize the circumstantial evidence is rather damning right now, but I swear to you that I was not.

Or maybe your charm and personality could turn me around on the topic of Astronomy. I might have found a new appreciation for all that math. (Spoiler: No I wouldn't have.)

Yeah, it sounds really cool. I'd let you test it on me if you needed someone. I already trust you not to kill me, which I think means our relationship is going great so far.

Now you almost make me want to see if I could interest you. There's a real beauty to math, if you take the time to think about it. The purity and austerity of the patterns of the universe. Bertrand Russell said something about it once I rather liked, but I can't remember it offhand.

That's more faith than I have in this potion. I'll have to ask Mr. Elmasry for some ideas, as I would like to avoid potentially murdering one of my classmates, and especially avoid murdering you. [...] For one thing, people have been reminding me that [...] I'll want a Valentine next week.

Tell it to me if you find it. [...] But I'm still not going to change my mind about math. I'm a lost cause. I'll just enjoy it vicariously through you, since you make it sound deceptively nice.

Lucky you've already got one lined up, right? Or should I audition? What are you looking for in a Valentine?

Music uses math, doesn't it? It's sort of the same idea. The way rhythm and meter and tempo and pitch works together can be mathematically measured, and beauty arises from the arrangement and structure of those elements. [...] I'm sorry. I'm getting carried away again, aren't I?

Hmmm. I haven't thought about it until now. Someone nice, who makes me laugh. And a good kisser. But ah, there's probably tons of people like that here. Maybe I should hold auditions.

No, no, you can't get too carried away about music. Which... yes, is math-y, but that's not the way I approach it when I'm actually writing or playing. I like to feel things out, and hear what's working and what's not with my own ears. The math part of it's totally lost on me. Maybe composing would be more efficient if I got better at all the technical bits, but it just never sticks.

You'd have people lined up around your cabin if you did that. I don't know if I'd stand a chance with that much competition.

No, no, you need to change anything. You're an incredible musician already. This is more to... explain the concept, I suppose. That the way you intuitively know how a song is working or how it's not... there's a mathematical method to it, even if you're not aware of it. A nautilus doesn't know geometry, but it can form perfect spirals in its shell. I don't understand music like you do at all, but my brain wants to grasp your intuitive mastery of something with so many moving parts, so many subtle aspects to tune and balance and structure... There's beauty in the complexity of it. When I hear something as beautiful as your music, it makes me want to [...]

Right. Anyway. It's fun to think about. But your way is probably better.

Diego Morales, seeing as you're the most promising candidate for the job, I'll audition you first. Impress me, and I'll never want to look anywhere else.

You can keep going. You always say these beautiful things, and whenever you cut yourself off like that I kind of feel robbed?

Okay, I need to really nail this. The job requirements so far are:

Nice.
Makes you laugh.
Good kisser.

Anything you'd like to add before I start preparing for my interview?

~~I always feel like it's irritating when I talk too much~~ [...] I'll tell you again later, when I can gather my thoughts again. It's not that I don't think you want to hear, I'm just... embarrassed.

An exceedingly charming crooked smile. And [...] that pair of leather suspenders you really like? I am choosing not to elaborate on that point, but... suffice to say, it wouldn't hurt your chances.

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