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MIT rejected me, but I really don't care. The whole 'studious nerd' thing isn't really who I am anymore. I want to go some place where I can easily date art-school chicks. Where I can argue over whether Public Image Limited were better than The Sex Pistols. Where I can meet exceptionally clever people who don't have meter-long rods up their backsides. Where I can sleep, fer chrissake. So here's hoping for Berkeley, eh?