# Larry the Ladybug, and Mathematical Mindsets

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Let’s see; what should I write about today? It’s a question without a good answer, because my day was pretty boring today, and last night wasn’t the most exciting either. Basically last night consisted of homework and playing a game of euchre with myself to try and find strategies (since I was just taught the game about a week ago at Kristin’s house), and today consisted of school – a nice, boring day. So, I suppose I’ll keep this short, but I’ll go onto some more interesting topics. Well, perhaps not.

Over the past few weeks, I’ve had a new pet in my room. His name is Larry, and he’s a ladybug. Almost every morning without fail, I’ll see him on my window, probably staring outward in hopes of a better life someday. After all, as far as I can tell, this is the same ladybug that’s been in my room for at least two or three weeks. I don’t have the heart to kill him, because I’m just impressed that he’s survived this long. I suppose he’s eating the crumbs off my floor, deposited there when I messily eat cookies in my room or something. And since I keep my door closed all day, there’s really not much chance of him escaping, unless he goes under the crack in the door. Since I haven’t seen any ladybugs in any other part of the house, however, I have to assume that he’s content living as my pet in my room. Actually, for a couple days, there were two ladybugs, so perhaps he has a lady-friend. But for at least two weeks, I’ve only seen one – so maybe the other one escaped. Perhaps he just wasn’t her type. But anyways, since I have nothing more interesting to talk about, I’m reduced to recounting the tale of a ladybug. Sad, isn’t it? I’m just going to see how long he lasts. It’s some sort of cruel experiment, I suppose. But whatever. It’s just a bug, right? Right. Besides, there’s probably plenty of crumbs in my carpet to last him for quite a while, so I feed him well.

I’ve actually been in a pretty mathematical mood for the past week or so. I mean, I’ve worked on my correspondence Physics course almost every day for about a week and a half. That has to be a record or something. I mean, it’s physics! But when I’m not doing that, I’m playing card games, which have to do with strategy and all that jazz. That’s pretty mathematical as well. I can’t say that I’ve started finding the square root all the species of insects residing in North America yet, but that may come. First I have to determine the optimum size for a pop can. Actually, to be honest, I did that last year in Calculus (because I was supposed to, not just for fun), and came up with almost the exact dimensions of a 350-mL can, with just a slight deviation because of the little rounded top and bottom parts that make them stackable. I was pretty impressed. Somebody over at Coca-cola was obviously doing their homework. Over the past little while, math has really been impressing me as to its practical aspects. It’s kind of scaring me, actually. I never knew that math could be enjoyable – just because I’ve always been good at math, that doesn’t mean I like it. But hey, I’m sure this strange mood will pass in time. Otherwise, I might just have to join a think tank and come up with some huge equation that explains the entire universe. That’s what they do in those things, right?

Anyways, I think that’s really all I have to say. I think I’m going to have to play my guitar tonight to get myself out of this math mindset. Hopefully the artistic aspect will break me out of my mathematical mesmerism. Actually, I hope it’ll break me out of this academic alliteration, too. Oh no. I fear it’s irreversible. And apparently addictive, too. Okay, I cheated – I used a thesaurus to help me think of that last one. Sorry. But anyways, I’m going to go lie down before I hurt myself.