Looong time, no write, woops.

I've been playing a lot of soccer, we just won the league (go us) and we're set to kick some ass in the NJ State tournament, werd. Final record 12-3.

On other notes, there's that typing-NYC-in-wingdings thing, which is pretty messed up, but I found an article about it from 1992, when it first appeared in the NY Post. Windings is an old font people, don't forget that. Anyway, here is that article....search for "jew" a little bit down the page.

Moreover, I've been playing the college game. It's down to Deep Springs, MIT, UC-Berkeley, Yale, U-Mich, Swarthmore. All except U-Mich are reaches-and-a-half, but hey, Sweden is a mighty lucritave alternative to America, so I'm only applying to schools that I feel have the potential to offer me something beyond what Sweden can offer.

I'm looking for perhaps another liberal arts school to apply to, something like Wesleyan. Haven't made that call yet.

my current todo list:
Do Bio Essay, Pass Advanced Biology.
Solve the Unified Theory of Gravitation and Electromagnetism.

I can't decide which to do first. For the second one, at least Einstien got somewhere. I don't think Einstien could have passed Advanced Biology. werd to that. Time to get derivatin'.

from MIT:

true.

To whom it may concern:

By the time you read this, I will be on a plane bound for...wait, wrong message.

By the time I write again, I will have undertaken my last attempt to stick it where the sun don't shine on the collegeboard. Man do I hate them. Hell hell hell.

Until then, farewell, and good night.
[gag] God bless America [barf]

aight, last night was a hellamadphat. hella hella

I head over to eriks where I hang with the likes of Dave, Evan, Eli, Erik, Jordan, Matt, Amy, Jen, Jackie, Jay, and his Meg. Satkowitz even stopped by. So yea, we're chillin in eriks living room philosophosizin' when Meg has to go to the free REBEL (Reaching Everyone By Exposing Lies) dance down by Sportsworld because she needs a ride home from Beth or someone. So yea, Jay was going to drive her, and me, dave, and evan decided this would be a good time to set up a stop watch and compete for girls, just for kicks, amongst all the insecure propoganda eating ladies. So Jay, Meg, Jen, Me, Dave and Evan head down.

After some complications we arrived there around 10, half an hour before it closed, and we see a bunch of people that had gone in and out of the dance, so they weren't aloud back in because of REBEL's gulity by default assumption that if you're outside you're smoking a cigarette...REBEL is one of those propoganda groups focused around "Tell Big Tacacco: NOT FOR SALE". So yea, we get inside (it's free, you just have to write your name on a sheet of paper, I copied Jay's phone number, but I think he wrote down the wrong number too. O well.)

So yea, we're inside and this is about when the fun gets started. I go to order a scotch on the rocks in the (free!) bar. Devin got pretty pissed. Aparently everyone had tried that. Then I snag a marker, and when everyone there has "NOT FOR SALE" written on their hand, I write "FOR FREE". Unfortunately the chick scene there SUCKED. The whole dance SUCKED. Big time. Dave and Evan left, but Jay was my ride, so yea, I was stranded. I roll a napkin into a cigarette-like object and start asking around for a light. I snag a balloon and tie it around my arm. I was taking goldfish out of the bowl and setting them free. I took those "business reply by mail" things that they had lying around to join REBEL and asked for a mailbox. They got pretty pissed when they saw that I was trying to mail a dozen blank "join-up" cards. I wanted to waste their moneys on the stamps. heh heh heh.

So yea, we finally leave, but not before I snag a REBEL t-shirt that has their NOT FOR SALE slogan on the back, which I will be modifying. Jen and Meg get rides, so it's just me and Jay. Jay, being the tool that we all know him to be, suggests we go to a diner. We end up at Starbucks in Ridgewood, and well, I had fun. So mind you, I still have the balloon around my arm (I was sending it in and out of the window the whole ride there), and we walk in. Jay orders some chai junk, and while he's paying the cashier asks if I get lost a lot. Then they were talking about me, but I was zoned out concieving my master plan. I was going to order a milk.

So it's my turn, and I order the only milk a see on the price board, a kids milk, where it says for "ages 12 and under only". Her response was "are you SERIOUS?" I was like, yea, I just want milk, is that so hard to believe? I'm a simple man, with simple needs. She shakes her head and makes me a milk. In the meantime grandma behind me is giving me a speech about how I'm a good kid and whatnot and she wishes she could enjoy a milk like she used too. Stupid caffiene.

She gives me my milk and I go add some milk to it. HA. EVERYONE WAS STARING AT ME (rememeber, I have a balloon around my arm..and well I look pretty doofy to begin with my hair..doofy..sexy, what's the difference?) So yea, me and Jay take a seat, and it wasn't 5 minutes until they had to close up. We hide in the corner, and then resume our places on the couch-like chair thinger thones. Im sipping my milk and this girl who was in the conversation with Jay (I have no idea what they said) had about me see's us and says we can stay if we clean up out stuff. Then the other lady, the one at the register, see's us and says we should get going. I tell her the other girl said we could stay, and that we were getting overtime to clean up out stuff. She didn't like that, and went off into a speech about how she never gets overtime. I said something about the fascist multinationals and we made our exit.

We still had 45 minutes left in our parking meter, so I proposed we just sit there. That didn't last a minute. We start driving to my house, when on the way we see that Charlie Brown is still open. My immediate thought was dinner mints. We pull in and park the car. I park the balloon around a sign. We go inside, Jay opens the door on some person who works there, she says she's sorry and scurries off, we find the dinner mint jug and grab a handfull each and dash. I snag the balloon back and we're on out merry way, dinner mint and milk in hand.

We look around for a place to hang, everywhere from outside the tacky strip mall in Washington Township to the parking lot of the Jehovah's Witness. We end up sitting on my front steps for like a half hour talking about REBEL, Afganistan, and fascism in general. I lent Jay "A People's History of the United States". Poor soul.

A good night.

OK, so I'm going in to my internship at Columbia's Engineering/Material Science Research Lab tomorrow, for the first time since my interview a month ago, and well, he told me to read up on semiconductor physics before I came back, and now I gotta learn it all tonight, but MAN did I LUCK out. Check it.

Britney Spears Guide to Semiconductor Physics. Somebody somewhere loves me very, very much.

Speaking of love, word on the street is that I am the hottest senior in the eyes of quite the gathering of fresh(wo)man....ahahaha...I'm the man. That could get really fun(ny).