These posts were imported from my LiveJournal. I may or may not go through them and categorize them later.
Well, my parents left yesterday, and then a while later I slept for the longest I've ever slept except when sick. It wasn't constant sleep, or anything like that, but I was in bed and sleeping on and off from 4:30 until 8:30. That's 16 hours. I don't understand how I managed it, but I did, and I feel wonderfully un-sleep deprived now. I'll talk more about stuff later on.
Today, I took out the thugs in two consecutive fights. Cal caught me first, and got in a good solid blow, but in the end I won. He left licking his wounds, hardly able to stand because of the efficiency with which I dispatched him. Phil was a bit of a tougher fight, and I might end up with a few bruises, but he never got in quite as strong a blow as Cal did. He walked away from the fight, but not by much. I was the clear winner. Now for celebration…
Look at that. Again so soon! There may come another Dark Age in the Journal of Smurf's Mind, but it doesn't begin today! Anyway, what's been going on with the crazy fool I call me… Hmm. That's odd. Not many other people call me "me." Why am I giving myself a nickname that nobody ever uses? In fact, I'm not so sure it's even original! Didn't Abraham Lincoln call himself me, or something? Oh well, I might eventually give up that habit, but it might just be too ingrained. It's so natural!
It's amazing that people actually remember that I'm around! My last entry actually got comments! Isn't that odd, when I hadn't been around for many months? I guess I must be somewhat liked. Or perhaps it's just the "know your enemy" mentality that makes everyone wary of me. I don't know. I'll be optimistic, and assume that people are afraid of me.
Tonight ought to be frightening. These two guys named Cal and Phil are out to get me… I think they're going to hit me with something I won't like tomorrow, and there's really nothing I can do about it. I mean, I have to go to classes, and they're in league with the teacher. They'll just wait for me where I have to go, and then all hope is lost. I might be able to learn enough about them in the next few hours to keep them from beating me to a bloody pulp, but I doubt I can escape completely unscathed. At the very least I won't be all that happy when I get out of Calculus and Philosophy classes, but I think I might have a chance of winning. Wish me luck. I have a bit of experience with these sorts of thugs, but if I'm not careful, I could make a mistake and they'd eat me for breakfast.
Goodnight all.
Well, I just spent a long time in which I didn't write anything in here. And by that, I mean a LONG time! I was last talking about college entrance stuff, and now I'm attending college. At Gonzaga University (grins). It is quite a ways away from most of the people I knew in Oregon, but at least I've got Aaron. Anyway, that's about all for today. Maybe I'll write a little more frequently now; it would be hard not to. Adios.
Well, today we played frisbee! It was very fun. We played at Beaverton High School right after we got out from school. Although we lost, we put up quite a good fight. They were almost all bigger than nearly all of our players, but our teamwork was excellent. We should be working on being more careful when throwing, so that our short quick chains of throws work better. It would be nice if people could be faster, but the people on our team are fairly small, so it is much more difficult. We'll work on everything. A very good thing that came of playing against them was that we now have something to aspire to. We will get good enough to beat them someday. Good job, everyone. Let's see how good we can become!
You know, I think this is rather cool. Just a random thought, as you may be able to tell. Anyway, I didn't not recieve any rejection letters from colleges. I only recieved acceptance letters. Since I applied to five schools, and could only attend one of them, I get to write rejection letters! No colleges got to do that to me, but I get to! It's wonderful. I feel like I've beaten the system.
Wow. I have been in the college selecting race against time for a long time now. I applied to five schools, one public (OSU), and four private (WPI, Gonzaga, Santa Clara, and Lehigh). Although I was accepted at all of them, I didn't get enough financial aid to make the decision completely mine. That, and a number of other factors, ellimitated All but Gonzaga and OSU. The problem was, while my mind was set on going to Gonzaga, my parents didn't have a very high opinion with it. In the last few weeks, whenever we'd discuss it, I'd get a distinct impression that it wasn't very likely. Then came tonight.
My parents asked me to come and discuss the stuff tonight, so I went out ready for an hour-long discussion where nothing new came up, and they would tell me that I would need to go to OSU. I learned that they had taken a lot of time evaluating all of the important factors that they could think of, so as to compare the schools well. And their decision after this evaluation was what I didn't expect. I can go! Ha ha ha ha! This is why I am happy.