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I've got a Stanford App due in about five hours, with one and a half essays to write. I've slept six hours a day all week, and I'm getting a goddamn C in English. 'Tis the season, eh ( Read more... ) -
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So apparently if I go to decisions.mit.edu or something, I'll find out if I got in or not. I can't muster the will to do so. What follows will either make my week or send me into a sordid funk. Eh ( Read more... ) -
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I can't go to the Aquabats show tomorrow, on account of the tickets being sold out and all ( Read more... ) -
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I feel like my life is turning into a movie ( Read more... ) -
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Academic Decathlon scrimmage on Saturday. I think it's unhealthy when I'm looking forward to this.
What follows may be even unhealthier. I'm beginning to think that Blair is a bad influence on me.
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I can't live like this. It's like I'm going through a twisted repeat of my 8th grade year, and I'm powerless to do anything as my time is being taken up by academic decathlon, studying, college apps, etcetera. I'd like to think that I've grown wiser, but I'm not entirely certain I have. Where does it end ( Read more... ) -
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I have a brilliant idea for a film, one that takes a beloved character and puts him in a tense, but realistic scenario. I call my idea "Senator Robocop", in which the heroic cyborg, his name-recognition and tough-on-crime stance well established, attempts to enter Congress. Dramatic speeches, political drama, and Air Force One shootouts ensue ( Read more... ) -
Today I learned
I suck at making bootleg T-shirts.
However, I am now the only person at Pali who can proudly display their snotty, music-geek love of Asian Dub Foundation.
'Cause we've got a right, to know the situation, being the children of globalization. Er, I think I've burned too many brain cells just now. -
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I haven't eaten meat in four days (excepting yesterday). I have a facebook now. Blair left me a message yesterday that consisted entirely of incoherent gibberish and laughter. What's happened to me ( Read more... ) -
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One day I will be your man
One day I will be the best
That you can do
Time will catch up to me
Slower than it will catch up to youPere Ubu were amazing, even though Ben and Blair couldn't show. Although, I can feel my nerves unravelling as the sleep deprivation, socio-academic anxiety, and addiction to noisy music all come together. I hope I can ( Read more... )