So. Effing. Busy. It's awesome ( Read more... )

Well, it's April. Time to start coasting. Tech, like, doesn't exist this season. Only two or three days a week so far, and when we do work it's outside so it doesn't really count. If I had any sense I'd be spending a fortune at Starbucks every afternoon, but so far no go ( Read more... )

Snow? The hell?

I have too many frees, and not enough to do during them. Never thought I'd be mad to have more free time.

The SAT was absolutely ridiculous. Possibly the dumbest test I've ever taken. It was like running a really irritating marathon. The stupid teacher only gave us one break, too. Afterwards I was a zombie. Miranda and I staggered back to my house and ate cheese pasta, then staggered into Boston and staggered around Downtown Crossing looking for ( Read more... )

Oh my God, Vassar has a cross country course with a water jump, and acres of pasture space. It is nice.

Well, I finally tried the tomato soup at that place in the Garage. I have to say, I'm kind of disappointed. It had...noodles in it. Weird floaty shit like that. Ended up feeding most of the soup-contaminated bread bowl to some fat pigeons ( Read more... )

Harvard is weird for the following three reasons:
1. Libary is partially underground; possibly run by the CIA.
2. Hogwarts.
3. Strategically placed Roman temples.
Oh, and everyone there looks really sad.

I have decided I'm not applying to Harvard.

Oh my God, what a beautiful day. Slept until noon. It's the first time I've been able to do that since December. There is absolutely nothing better than getting twelve hours of sleep ( Read more... )

OH THANK GOD.
I...guess I can do stuff now.

What is this last week of school doing here? It's, like, designed to torture us. Every other private school has liberated its students already, and here we are, slowly being crushed by lack of sleep and endless revisions. It's like we're suddenly on Jupiter or something, and Profile is the gravity that's squashing us to death. I can feel myself ( Read more... )