never gonna let you down

Sleep is nice. Without it, my brain becomes a horrible boggy swamp through which only the most persistent of thoughts may crawl, gasping, to the muddy roiling shores of my consciousness. So naturally I try to get at least 6 hours of sleep a day. More is better. Wednesdays are my savior, because I get double first free then extra help and saunter into school at 9:30 or so instead of 7:50 like usual.

Today, thanks to the extraordinarily pleasant non-anally-violating goodness of a diffeq test that is worth approximately 30% of my semester grade, I decided to get plenty of extra sleep and came in at about 9:25 am, slightly ahead of time so that I could review section 3.6 once more before the big crunch. The hallways were deserted. Must be an alternate schedule. And then I remembered: THE MIT LOGS ARE PERFORMING THIS WEEK. I dropped my backpack, ran to the gym, and sat in the very back so as not to attract unwanted attention from cranky decaffeinated teachers eager to hand out detentions. Hm, bad idea. I could barely see the tops of their heads milling around in front of the stage. They were still introducing themselves ("W, mechanical engineering." "X, computer engineering." "Y, nuclear engineering!" [faint cheers from the audience] "Z, ROCKET SCIENCE!" [the crowd goes wild]) and I was sort of awkwardly sitting there way way in the very back corner of the gym, craning my neck over the taller Asians' heads while trying to pick out the face of Sham's stalkee as I'd promised.

And then they sang and it was beautiful. I'm not going to attempt to confine the pure auditory bliss to the feeble constructs of the English language. Except that we got rickrolled unexpectedly, and for once, it was pretty good.

When they moved on from eargasms to Q&A, Harker went straight to the point. The Logs didn't answer the question about their high school GPAs. Most of them did, however, raise their hands when some girl in the front asked if they were single. (Go for it, MIT12.) Then we all descended upon the stage in a fangirling blizzard of excitement and purchased their CDs. I exchanged like three lines of conversation with a probably half-asian Log, by which point I was still reeling from their intense aura of awesomeness but had also realized that no, I could not possibly do them all, not even for the sake of the MIT12 chat. Thus I leave this arduous task to you, fellow 12ers.

See you at CPW.

Okay, if a Log actually reads this, a lot of it is sarcasm, I'm not that creepy.

Cinq

Hi. I'd just like to say that Pnin (crazy Nabokov novel I have to read for AP Lit) and/or paninis are forever ruined for me.

Anyways, it's 1:26 am EST and I have to get up in 5 hours for the first day of school. BOO

I also agree with Najah! MIT12 chat is so crazy and fun (see above panini reference) and you really are a great bunch of people :) I can't wait for CPW!

I'm not really sure if the stuff I talk about in here has to be MIT-related? Oh well. Earlier we had a discussion about CPW versus prom, and what Sham said is true, it kind of is like old friends versus new friends. Which is a difficult concept for me to grasp, because even though I complain about Ohio being boring a lot, I have really had some amazing times with my friends and I'm rather sad that we're all going off to different places next year. A lot of people here actually go to the same college as their friends (University of Toledo, Ohio State University), but I'm practically the only person from my town that even applied to MIT (another really good friend of mine from the other school in my town is applying RD, I hope he gets in! ... Ironically their school is called Northview and ours is called Southview, funny right?? lol) But anyways, meeting all these new people in the MIT12 chat really makes me look forward to the future and college, which is supposedly the most exciting time of our lives.

I forgot where I was going with this. Oh right, I just think that we should always treasure the times we've shared with our friends, but create new memories for the future! ... that came out really cheesy-sounding. Oh well.

Ahaha. It is now 1:40 am EST. Really time for me to be going to sleep. Bye all!

(Btw, for those of you not cool enough to take French, "cinq" is French for 5. Hehe.)