<p>^ Hmm. They couldn’t do their assignment at home???</p>
<p>Evidently not.</p>
<p>I will say though, they had headphones in…As opposed to letting me hear what a small asian girl and two huge black dudes in a dp scene sounds like.</p>
<p>dude – the emotional scarring i suffered from after having seen the grandpa will stay with me forever. though he wasn’t going hardcore with the dp – lmao. c-hope, the student you saw must have been pretty engrossed in the research.</p>
<p>friday. weekend. si, si.</p>
<p>Yeah…and they got SUPER defensive about it.</p>
<p>When I say “told them off”, I mean I said “uh…are you seriously doing that?”</p>
<p>And they went off on this big rant about gender and racial roles in society and how perceptions of race changes our media and that contributes to perceptions of race and blah blah blah…</p>
<p>I’m really glad the weekend is coming up, because I will get to study Subspaces of Rn and their Dimensions! WOO!</p>
<p>…
sigh.</p>
<p>Ha, thats pretty funny. Even IF, its education related, she shouldnt be watching porn in public.</p>
<p>Guys, when/if I get into college, I plan on sleeping in so many days a week. School has just become terrible. Senioritis is kicking in full gear and I have two tests tomorrow and sooooooooooooooooooo do not want to study. AHHHH!</p>
<p>Ok, sorry for the rant. But I am so not into the mood.</p>
<p>I’m giving up. I’m ready to fail tomorrow. Wow; it feels so liberating to say that.</p>
<p>^ Aww, you’re far too brilliant to fail!!! </p>
<p>Senioritis has hit for me, but only in Calc and Physics.</p>
<p>Good news is, one of my friends got accepted to a school ED II, so she withdrew her apps from Yale and Harvard. One less applicant, yay.</p>
<p>“i used to rule the world, seas would rise when i gave the word.”</p>
<p>nice song – just won a grammy. anyway, i feel your hurt shrek. every muscle in my brain is begging for me to end this misery called school once and for all. but then i realize that college will be like this for the next four years. then grad school. then post-grad-grad school. then the office. then marriage (it’s an educational experience remixed with romance).</p>
<p>but buttery nuts is right. we can’t give up. not just yet. and thank god for that one less applicant – 28,999.</p>
<p>ah! some glass just hit my head – it dropped from the ceiling after my chances skyrocketed through the roof.</p>
<p>Wahoo; one less applicant!!! Who knows; one of us might be on the very edge of an acceptance/rejection.</p>
<p>dude the grammy’s epic performances last night.</p>
<p>That was last night?..Oh whoops…</p>
<p>I hear ya, Shrek…I seem to bounce between long stretches of almost never sleeping, and long stretches of being able to pass out anywhere. They probably contribute to each other.</p>
<p>epic performance, my man. especially this collaboration with jay-z and coldplay – c. martin is such a g. goddamn.</p>
<p>Weirdest mashup ever: Jaydiohead.</p>
<p>I honestly don’t know what vida la vida is about, but it’s a good song.</p>
<p>I remember being super interested in what songs were motivated by…But it gets too complicated, now I just go for what sounds nice.</p>
<p>Coldplay won a Grammy! And Bruce played! That’s all I care about. Clearly, I’m not hip when it comes to modern music; I was all “Chris Brown who?” And then I listened to the new Tv On The Radio and the Jose Gonzalez/The Books release. :</p>
<p>OMG Chris Brown hit Rihanna! Ok, sorry I love gossip like that, but still! That’s crazy, especially being on the night of the Grammy’s (which, I will admit, were simply amazing (and I loved “Lost,” too prof.)). <<You like that double parentheses? Lol.</p>
<p>HARVAARRDDDDDDDD!!!</p>
<p>Not Harvard related: I’m gonna have to break this out on my upcoming LinAlg prelim…[YTMND</a> - EPIC ALGEBRA TEST MANEUVER](<a href=“http://giraffepwnsalgebra.ytmnd.com/]YTMND”>http://giraffepwnsalgebra.ytmnd.com/)</p>
<p>Wish me luck, fellas…(and gals)</p>
<p>harvard freestyle #5</p>
<p>it’s the takeover. the night after the grammy’s. my room’s burning up like the streets of miami. for some reason, the tension of college admissions is putting me on the edge of an unstable condition. i see widows in my nightmares, closed windows and i cry tears, only poisoned dry beers are available at the bar. in the background, taylor swift’s teardrops on my guitar plays while i breathe in deep. the beetle’s guitar now gently weeps.</p>
<p>and while i try to reach the admissions office on the phone, the outcome of my application remains unknown. no longer in the zone, i dispose of my cologne because now it smells kind of like rejection, feels like an infection when i spray it on my skin – something with which i’d rather not be akin. i try to keep my chin up, but it’s starting to get hard; walking in harvard yard has become a marred dream deferred by the mean dean for who it’s routine to be serene when he’s rejecting the hopes of 28,000 teens. including emma’s unknown cousin, brother of jay-z, obama’s lost brethren, and – and me. damn.</p>
<p>sigh.</p>
<p>peace + love.</p>
<p>-tp of cc</p>