I had my MIT interview today. I've been really nervous and inept in practice sessions with parents and Dr. Chandler, but the real thing was actually pretty fun. We ended up talking about just random interesting things for like two hours. I showed her a sentence in my conlang, yay.
Jean skirts for the win.
Our car got stolen. This is our really old crappy beat-up hardly-operational twenty-year-old Camry, so it was a bit of a shock. Dad even used to joke about how he'd leave it unlocked because it would never get stolen even by a retard (no, we didn't actually do that). Apparently the dry cleaners it was parked next to had been broken into. Hmm. Anyway, no one's really upset, and we're not likely to be unless we discover we left something valuable in the car. Dad's viewing it as an excuse to get a new car, which is good because the stupid Camry stalled all the time - it was flaky to the point that I wasn't allowed to drive it for safety reasons. Heh, it would be kind of cool if the thief got stuck and crashed or something.
It was seriously ridiculously cold today. I guess I'm not allowed to mock
flamingo_killer about being too Californian anymore, but my fingers are really stiff and it's hard to type. Meh.
More coherent entry to come (possibly) later or tomorrow.