Uninspired Prose
Spiffy Day!

Well! Today I did two of my favorite things. And I did them a LOT! I discovered new technological tools I knew little about, and I also tooled. ALL. DAY.

:D

It was wonderfully refreshing for the soul! [ And my AP Psych experiment really needed it]. So. The results of my toolerage? Well! Glad you asked! Located right here: http://www.mediafire.com/file/ykyqzmuhjiz/Psych Experiment.zip.

Thereby bringing us to tool #1! www.mediafire.com appears to be a no-strings-attached file sharing site like NO OTHER I’ve seen: wonderful! It’s easy to use, and quick!

:D

Tool #2 is more of an ANT script for Nebeans. Basically, it allows you to compile your .java files into one fancy little JAR, then it goes ahead and compiles your compile-time libraries INTO THAT SAME JAR file, and THEN it zips the whole thing, giving you a nice neat little [internally] zipped JAR file that can be distributed as a single unit. Say good bye to those days where lib folders haunted your dreams!

Here’s the script!

<target name=”package-for-store” depends=”jar”>

<!— Change the value of this property to be the name of your JAR,
minus the .jar extension. It should not have spaces.
<property name=”store.jar.name” value=”MyJarName”/>
—>
<property name=”store.jar.name” value=”INSERT_JARNAME_HEREt”/>


<!— don’t edit below this line —>

<property name=”store.dir” value=”store”/>
<property name=”store.jar” value=”${store.dir}/${store.jar.name}.jar”/>

<echo message=”Packaging ${application.title} into a single JAR at ${store.jar}”/>

<delete dir=”${store.dir}”/>
<mkdir dir=”${store.dir}”/>

<jar destfile=”${store.dir}/temp_final.jar” filesetmanifest=”skip”>
<zipgroupfileset dir=”dist” includes=”*.jar”/>
<zipgroupfileset dir=”dist/lib” includes=”*.jar”/>

<manifest>
<attribute name=”Main-Class” value=”${main.class}”/>
</manifest>
</jar>

<zip destfile=”${store.jar}”>
<zipfileset src=”${store.dir}/temp_final.jar”
excludes=”META-INF/*.SF, META-INF/*.DSA, META-INF/*.RSA”/>
</zip>

<delete file=”${store.dir}/temp_final.jar”/>

</target>

The only thing that you need to do is take the line ” from above, and replace         <property name=”store.jar.name” value=”INSERT_JARNAME_HEREt”/> with your JAR name. Then, take that whole code, and insert above the final line of the auto-generated Netbeans ANT build script, located in build.xml [you can navigate straight there inside the IDE from the file view [as opposed to the project view]]. Once you’ve appended that, it’s quite easy to compile. Just navigate to your build script in the file view, right click, then select Run Target—>Other Targets—>compile-for-store, and tadaaaa! It will be compiled and zipped, better than new.

;-)

Sadness

Deferred from MIT. I’m fighting depression right now: it’s hard to be optimistic. Having a dream popped is very much like receiving a good hard kick in the balls. Having done both, I can really enjoy the analogy. I’ll try and post again when I’ve mastered myself, and exhausted my wallowing. Hopefully, it’ll be a meager few days!

-_-

Sad, right?

hi new followers (:

seraphicangel:

i don’t want to make a new post every time someone follows me because it’s inefficient and you guys should just know that i appreciate you guys times infinity. and if you don’t, you do now! so this is just going to be a link on the side for all my new followers. whenever i’m not too lazy to put it on the side…

so anyway, i’m always amazed when someone follows me and it’s really exciting for me, so just know that every time i see a new follower, i still get excited. :D people that like/reblog me are super cool too, but not as cool as you, followers (; hahaha just kidding. anyway, that’s it! keep being wicked chill like i know you guys are.

always,
andrea.

“You are ALL individuals!

We are ALL individuals!

….

I’m not!”

XD

In which Elias is sick, and so funny

I was sick. Enough said! [Said sickness made day shoddy, even if company was a party]. Thus, I’ve passed the buck to an amazing friend. Kudos Fred! [The below is quoted. From Fred].

Final Exam

Instructions:
Read each equestion carefully. Answer all questions carefully.

Time limit: one hour

Begin immediately

Questions:

Sociology: Estimate the sociological problems which might accompany the end of the world. Construct an experiment to test your theory.

Engineering: The disassembled parts of a high-powered rifle have been placed on your desk. You will also find an instruction manual, printed in Swahili. In ten minutes, a hungry tiger will be admitted to the room. Take whatever action you consider appropriate. Be prepared to justify your decision.

Public Speaking: 2,500 riot-crazed aboriginies are storming the classroom. Calm them. You may use any ancient language except Latin or Greek.

Biology: Create life. Estimate the differences in subsequent human culture if this form of life had developed 500 million years earlier, with special attention to its probable effect on the English parliamentary system. Prove your thesis.

Music: Write a piano concerto. Orchestrate and perform it with a flute and drum. You will find a piano under your seat.

Literature: Compose an epic poem based on the events of your own life in which you see and footnote allusions from T.S. Eliot, Keats, Chaucer, Dante, Norse mythology and the Marx brothers. Critique your poem with a full discussion of its metrics.

Art: Explain Mona Lisa’s smile. If possible, relate to three or more similar examples. Be detailed and specific.

Logic: Using accepted methodology prove all four of the following That the universe is infinite; that truth is beauty; that there is not a little person who turns off the light in the refrigerator when you close the door, and that you are the person taking this exam. Now disprove all of the above. Be specific; show all work.

Psychology: Based on your knowledge of their works, evaluate the emotional stability, degree of adjustment and repressed frustrations of each of the following: Alexander of Aphrodisias, Rameses II, Gregory of Nicia, Hammurabi. Support your evaluation with quotations from each man’s work, making appropriate references. It is not necessary to translate.

Political Science: There is a red phone on the desk behind you. Start World War III. Report at length on its sociopolitical effects, if any.

History: Describe the history of the papacy from its origins to the present day, concentrating especially, but not exclusively on its political, economic, religious and philosophical impact on Europe, Asia, America and Africa. Be brief, concise and specific.

Medicine: You have been provided with a razor blade, a piece of gauze and a bottle of Scotch. Remove your appendix. Do not suture until your work has been inspected. You have fifteen minutes.

Economics: Develop a realistic plan for refinancing the national debt. Trace the possible effects of your plan in the following areas: Cubism, the Donatist controversy, the wave theory of light. Outline a method for preventing these effects. Criticize this method from all possible points of view.

Debate: Take a position for or against truth. Prove the validity of your stand.

Personal Finances: Do my taxes. Use only a TI-92 addition/subtraction calculator, an old starbucks gift card, and a receipt for a solar powered anal douche. Receipt not provided.

Physics: Explain the nature of matter. Include in your answer an evaluation of the impact of the development of mathematics on science.

Chemistry: Transform lead into gold. You will find a tripod and three logs under your seat. Show all work including Feynman diagrams and quantum functions for all steps. You have fifteen minutes.

Philosophy: Sketch the development of human thought and estimate its significance. Compare with the development of any other kind of thought, but especially that of lemurs. Then frame your sketch and sell it to a gallery of your choosing.

Self-Discipline: Enter a self induced state of chronic depression. Leave within a timeframe of three minutes. Comment on the effect of Murphy’s Law on your thought interpolation and extrapolation, in detail.

Cooking – Concealed within your desk is a titanium wrapped packet of instant noodles. Using your various bodily organs, expose its contents and prepare the meal to perfection. You will find a bike powered heating element hanging from the roof. You have 10 minutes.

Astronomy - A massive meteorite is heading towards Earth and will destroy the planet in twenty-seven minutes. Using only a paperclip, a rubber band, a firecracker, twelve tons of raisins, and a rusty nail, change the Moon’s orbit in such a way that it will block the meteorite from hitting Earth. Leaving the Earth’s atmosphere is prohibited.

General knowledge: describe in detail. Be objective and specific.

Extra Credit:
Define the universe. Provide two examples.



All right, Jeff. Bring it on.

(I couldn’t figure out what section “Take a position for or against truth. Prove the validity of your stand.” was supposed to go with; therefore I have skipped it.)

Here is a minute-by-minute plan for the most action-packed hour of your life, designed to help you get a good score on this insane examination. Note: A typing speed of 400 wpm, word processor (i.e. computer) access during the examination, and familiarity with many Romance and non-Romance languages are assumed. Plurality of self recommended, but not required.

Before the exam: Get a good night’s sleep. Ingest large amounts of caffeine.

Minutes 1 to 3: Examine part of gun with model name and necessary identification information. Using telephone, call operator. Ask to speak to gun manufacturer. Ask for help assembling gun. Assemble gun. Load. Shoot leader of crazed aborigine tribe. Glare menacingly, muttering random syllables under your breath, until they back off. Reload gun.

Minute 3: Prove that you exist and are taking this exam. Use Descartes as a guide.

Minute 4: Prove that you do not exist and are therefore not taking this exam. Cite nihilists.

Minutes 5 to 6: Call President of United States. Tell him that the Russians are nuking Boston. Call any Russian official. Tell him or her that America has held another Russian official hostage in Boston. Theorize on what will happen in the next fifty-four minutes. (Experiment to test sociological theory has now been implemented.)

Minutes 7 to 8: Explain the nature of matter. Rely heavily on the uncertainty principles of quantum mechanics. Use extreme improbability to assert that the nature of matter is quite uncertain and unpredictable.

Minute 9: Use results above to demonstrate that it is possible that there is a little person in the fridge who extinguishes the light every time the door is closed. Using extreme improbability and elementary limits, assert that the chance of this man’s existence is essentially zero.

Minute 10: Shoot tiger. Justify your decision using your proof of non-existence.

Minutes 11 to 12: Lose all interest in politics and England. Find classmate of opposite gender who has also lost all interest in politics and England. Create life.

Minute 13: Remove heating element from ceiling. Light logs. Place lump of lead in middle of logs. Refer to proof of extreme improbability to show that sufficiently energized lead atoms can undergo neutron decay multiple times. Calculate this extreme improbability using quantum mechanical laws. (The temperature of the fire reduces this extreme improbability to slightly less extreme improbability.) Hope that logs will remain lit for next ten to fifteen minutes.

Minutes 14-16: Enter and leave state of depression. While in state of depression, write brilliant epic with one gaping flaw. Use this gaping flaw as evidence for Murphy’s Law.

Minutes 17-18: Call NASA. Ask to speak to a high-level official who enjoys raisins. Bribe him/her in order to make it NASA’s problem to figure out how to change the orbit of the moon in the next ten minutes.

Minute 19: Take titanium box. Place on floor directly in front of you. Using razor blade, make an incision on upper left of abdomen. While doing so, think about delicious instant noodles to stimulate hydrochloric acid production in stomach.

Minute 20: Gently rub stomach to induce vomiting. Vomit directly on titanium box.

Minutes 21-23: Make incision on lower right of abdomen. Remove appendix.

Minute 24: Pour Scotch into partially dissolved titanium box. Place on fire; wait until rolling boil. (N.B.: “to perfection” does not mean “delicious”.) Try not to inhale fumes.

Minute 25: Attempt to staunch bleeding from abdominal wounds. Succeed temporarily.

Minute 26: Program tax functions onto TI-92. (The TI-92 is NOT an addition-subtraction calculator – it is a graphing calculator with amazing programming capabilities and a 68k processor.)

Minute 27: Do taxes. Assume planet is not destroyed yet.

Minute 28-32: Contemplate the Mona Lisa’s smile, arguing that it makes her beautiful, while at the same time asserting that beauty is truth; argue that da Vinci wanted to express the truth and so make the Mona Lisa beautiful. Then disprove your argument in the logic exam, and posit that da Vinci in fact wanted to make the Mona Lisa ugly. Finally, express support for the argument that the Mona Lisa was da Vinci in a dress, and that he was smiling at the humor of it. (These are your three “examples”.)

Minutes 33-37: Call the Pope. Question him about the papacy. Bribe him with raisins if necessary. Finish the history question.

Minutes 38-40: Define the universe as the large-scale space in which all objects we can observe exist. Postulate that two examples of universes are the space we live in and the space we don’t live in. Use wormholes as a fundamental physical basis for your argument.

Minutes 41-42: Assert that the universe should be infinite since galaxies are moving apart and that we can observe them moving apart; therefore, the universe must be expanding to infinity. Find the contradiction in this argument that we cannot detect all objects, and so there must be objects outside our universe, and so the universe is not infinite.

Minutes 43-47: Since the US is now in a state of war with Russia, write a paper explaining that refinancing the national debt can be achieved through an invasion, occupation, and thorough looting of Russia and exploitation of its resources. Discuss moral implications of war and invasion. The effects of the wave theory of light are negligible. Argue that Russian cubist artists are inferior to those from other areas of the world. Stipulate that the Donatist controversy has no relationship whatsoever to an invasion of Russia.

Minutes 48-49: Make a tiny dot on a piece of paper, signifying that human thought has no significance whatsoever in the grand scheme of things. Call abstract art gallery; sell your masterpiece.

Minutes 50-54: Argue that all famous or great men are emotionally stable but have repressed frustrations and emotions that lead to their choice of path. Extend this to the four paragons provided; quote where necessary. Comment on the vagueness of the term “degree of adjustment”.

Minutes 55-59: Take all instances of the letters A-G from your psychology exam; write these in the treble clef using an assortment of half, quarter, dotted quarter, eighth, and sixteenth notes. Include some Chopin-esque runs. Repeat using history paper and bass clef, incorporating a Picardy third accompaniment. Piano portion has now been completed; repeat procedure with portions of any other exam to orchestrate.

Minute 60: Cite your entire examination as a detailed description of general knowledge, and portions of it as specific descriptions. Take a 17-second break before the end of your exam; faint from blood loss.

Confession of a tired blagomatic

Well. It would appear that 3 days have elapsed. Since my last blog post. *hangs head in shame*

All I can say is that I’ve been terribly busy, running all over creation with projects, presentation, and general business. Not so busy though that I’ve forgotten my loomigng date: I believe I should find out from MIT about the 15th [yes, of this month]!

I find it funny when I reflect back on it, because I’ve been waiting to find out if I’m in for more than 3 months now. It’s a LONG time when it really matters, and I’m looking forward to being done.

I’m going to need to keep this post absurdly short, because my eyes are making a break for the pillows [and a rather more SHUT state]. Thus, I’ll try and blog tomorrow after my SAT test [English Literature [aka Poetry which I enjoy]] and after the Holiday Bazaar that my schools hosts: I’ll be choraling in the early morning, and then hanging out with one of my friends for the remainder of my time there. It promises to be VERY fun, and I’m looking forward to it rather a lot.

Now, however, my eyes have slid halfway shut, lending me a certain air of senility. The pillows call, and I obey.

;)

Cool, right? [<—note the ending question mark? Yes. It’s a question mark. :P—>]?

Procrastination, Shared! [My work here is done]

Well, I’ll start with the statement that I’m currently looping this AMAZING video. And it IS amazing. Anyway, as you can see, I find myself easily distracted.

This is probably due to a combination of physical and mental exhaustion. I’m a green belt in Kempo Karate [which means I’ve on the order of 7 belts, with 5 left to black]. And Monday is my day of torture: I was at the dojo today from 4:00 - 8:00, leading to a HUGE block of exercise [grappling with black belts is NOT to be underestimated for value!]. Unfortunately, I have no new photos [hangs head in shame]. I promise to try much much much harder next time [read: tomorrow].

However, I am strongbadhard procrastinating my AP Psych literature review. Why? Well, partly because I hope that a certain someone might come online for the chattings, and partly because I’m enjoying my music, and partly because I’m tired, and partly because I DUN WANNA. >:(

As you can see, this was a passing update on my life [read: very brief, due to nature of procrastination]. However, I will share that my day was very good. Why? Well, because I got a bad[good] grade in physics. I’m actually VERY angry by my 53/55. I can’t believe I lost points on a test. [Darn it, my 100 was just diminished. *anger*] However, my lunch was awesome! Made so by the company, which sought me out. Sometimes, I love being me, with my amazing awkward abilities to find more awkwardness, and attract it to myself. ^_^

With that slightly happier note, I bid adieu to preserve some sleep for examinations tomorrow!

:D


~Eli

[I have also decided to end every post with a question mark to enable questions. Cool, right?] Starting….with the next one. :P

In which optimism is replaced by practicality [or why the glass is twice as big as it needs to be]

Well, after all the build-up of the title, this post may come as something of a let down, given that … I’ve decided that optimism shall simply replaced by verbosity. Forget pragmatism! [And also my spat of wordiness. I promise, I’m working on it!]

So…it’s been a very sinusoidal few days: I’ve been up and down and up and down [with mostly down, but some very good up]. The downs seem to come at just the wrong times, and so I’ve been delaying this post. [I finally gave up, because I figure my news will get stale if I don’t].

Where to begin…

Well, I suppose the logical starting point is with the most important events of the past few days. And thus…here I go!

To begin with, I made a monumental error in judgement, and asked a girl out online [with whom I had spent less than 5 minutes in physical proximity with]. In retrospect, that was silly, right? Well, no, not really. I’m generally of the opinion that cerebral attraction is just as real! [Needless to say, she {politely} informed me that she wasn’t interested.] Anyways, insert crushed face, allow for temporal distortion, and enter a wonderful friend who put a band-aid on when I felt bad.

So now I feel good! Well, I would have if I hand’t had TONS of work over the break. I know, right? It’s a BREAK! But no…work must go on! I captured this rather epic image of my tooling this weekend:

This is myself [the picture taking] and 3 of my group members preparing for a 1.5 hour presentation this Wednesday. Note the plethora of wires, computers, and …. well, computers! Internet was distributed to all, and an AMAZING amount of work was accomplished. I love focused people. Especially when said focused people allow us to embed Monte Python into an AP US History presentation. Awesome, right?

Of course, after all that work, a break was required!

So off we went [after pizza!] to see New Moon:

The company was SPECTACULAR: one of my best friends was back from college, and that was pretty sweet. Plus, the lovely lady leaning away from the camera [sniped!] opted to come with us, and she made the night much more enjoyable. Especially because the movie was nicht so gut. [Yes, German will occasionally make its way into my blog. Why? Because my last name is German, and all my friends take German. >:( ] They all lost their shirts! Anyway, I had fun, but now…

I needs must go and finish my Harvard application. I’ll post again soon!

~Eli

A rose by any other name

Yes, it’s poetic. Indeed, it may [or may not] reflect the fact that poetry might be incoming…but no promises. Although, it probably has more to do with my currently tired [read: exhausted beyond all reasonable measure] state. I find that I have no trouble maintaining a sleep cycle, provided it is CONSTANT. And the past week has owned my sleep cycle where it hurts. So I can’t really concentrate, and I’m slightly more susceptible to the perturbations of mind that plague me.

I like to think that I have an iron will. I suspect it stems from modern society’s view upon masculinity, and the male mold of erudite learnedness rising above any physical, moral, or ethical temptations. Or maybe that’s just the feeling I get from my father. At times, I feel like I’m trying to live up to him, and failing dismally. What have I done with myself? What have I made of myself? Whose life is better for my having coconsciously touched them?

I feel like a broken record, to be honest. My issues are old, and stale: I cannot seem to deal with them, even though I’ve recognized that they exist, and that they are crippling my potential. How sad is that? I can see it, I can feel it; chains around my limbs, lethargy stemming from my heart.

I want for someone to let me love them, but there isn’t anyone interested that I can see. I can understand why, sometimes, but it helps me not at all. I want for someone to let me want to make them happy: I want there to be a girl in my life for whom I’m willing to sacrifice, because I want to see her happy. Why? I don’t know: I just know that it’s something important to me, and it’s something I can’t make happen. And so where does that leave me? It seems to leave me faced with a torpid existence: I pursue that erudite aura, and I watch the people around me pair up, and just hang out with friends. Who is the wiser? Who is the winner?

I can’t seems to be the most oft repeated phrase in this post, and I apologize. Perhaps I’ll eventually conquer my problems, but for the time being, depression strikes hard.

Heat sears me through

Me to you

A touch, no more

Yet not even that


Hands tight clasped

Hearts a’twine

Eyes so deep

Lost in time


Hear your heart

Skip a beat

So content:

I fall asleep

But wake to find

The joke’s on me

Misery – is all I see


Just a dream

Bleak seems to be my new middle name. Right after tired, right?

YGASW [You Guys Are So Weird]

I apologize for the delay since my last post: I’ve been rather busy. Alright, that’s not totally accurate: I’ve been playing real hard for the past few days. Specifically, I’ve been hanging out at MIT, and enjoying the clime + meeting up with some friends. [Although not quite all of them! >:( ]

Why was I at MIT you ask? Well, the answer is quite simple: ESP SPLASH! And by that, I mean MIT’s Educational Studies Program: Splash! which is a collection of classes on both Saturday and Sunday on the weekend before Thanksgiving.

Now, my own experience was somewhat of a hodgepodge, and I shall now share it with you.

I’ve decided I want this blog to be heavy on the imagery [read: pictures], because I find them a lovely shock of color. Thus, I set out for MIT on Saturday with my camera, armed to go out, and find picturesque moments [I was also going to take pictures of a couple of my friends I NEVER see in person]. However, I stepped out of the car Saturday morning, and my day began to go down-hill. And by that, I mean I started level, and SLID all the way down from a good day, to a … somewhat bad one.

I mean, it started good! At Dunkin! :D

Then….it began to fail. How, you ask? Well. I step out of the car…and hear ‘clink.’ I look around. Then I look down. Lo and behold! A button. Oh wait…S***! I’ve now lost my pants button, and I have no belt on. Begin my day.

So I recollect my button, and head for the registration mind, in a somewhat shaken state [lacking a button really get’s to you, you know?]. As I stand in line, I decide to take a picture…and discover that my camera is out of battery. -_-

However! One of my friends [read: Fred] actually had a camera, so I DO have SOME pictures from Saturday. And the line? WELL!

Eventually, we made it through. Good so far! So we head to a lounge I know of, where we can hang out as we wait. Once we got there, I opened my laptop, prepared to connect to the internet…

WHAM. Followed shortly thereafter by the blue screen of death. FOUL! MY DAY ALREADY IS GOING POORLY!

Eventually, I managed to overcome my dread, and head off to a class. Unfortunately, it was rather beneath me, given as I was already familiar with all that was discussed. So I head out, rather excited to be meeting one of my online [good] friends for the first time in person, and I realize that given the time, they probably should have called? So I ring them up…and find out. Whups! Sibling class canceled, they won’t be in until LATER. Sorry!

And now, I have a block of unscheduled time [which I cancelled a class for], and nothing to do with myself.   I did eventually manage to find an MIT friend doing Splash [as a teacher], and I hung out with her for a while, but I was pretty sad.

And then, sooner or later, when she did arrive [the aforementioned friend], despite crossing paths 3 times [although I admit, one of them was totally contrived on my part, the other 2 WERE accidental]…we didn’t end up saying anything more than ‘Hi.’ Bummer?

FAST FORWARD: it is now the end of the day. Last class, and the one I was looking forward to most. It’s called Patrol. And it’s an active class. Meaning, there’s an extra waiver. Which was left on a certain someone’s desk. So I was not allowed to participate, leaving me with a 3 hour block. To mope, or something. [I went and found some more MIT friends. Thank god for MIT friends.]

It was eventually alleviated by a trip to CVS, where candy and root beer assuaged my woes [somewhat].

Right. More on Sunday/the fooding to come later!

Talk to y’all later.

Confusion

I find myself the unoriginal owner of a great deal of confusion. And by this, I mean that my problems are quite old [so old that even SHAKESPEARE wrote about them. Yes, that’s old]. However, I figure I’ll start with the mundane, and work my way to the root of my current perplexity, in the hopes of keeping you somewhat abreast. And in that frame of reference, I’ve been taking more pictures! However, the vista has been very bleak lately…Sad, indeed.

Usually, I love the rain. The gray sky, the smell, it all makes me feel very alive, and very vibrant, as opposed to my usual dreary outlook. At some level, my life is just one picture, repeated over and over and over. And that picture is best provided by the following:

Tool, tool, tool, tool! [And by tool, I really refer to TOOLS [http://slugwiki.mit.edu/index.php/Tool]. I work most of my time, and it defines me. However, I find myself the unwitting owner of a rather saddened heart. Saddened by what you ask? Should not your pure wit be enough consolation? The answer is no, it really isn’t. I’m not so arrogant as to think my company most fascinating, indeed, I find the company of numerous others around me even more so.

Unfortunately, I’ve yet to have any luck in convincing those of the femenine persuasion that my personality might have merit as a boyfriend. Go figure? The situation is not helped by my recent realization that I’m slowly but surely sliding down a cliff, and falling for someone. Sad right, when the metaphor that comes to mind is one of a CLIFF. And death? Quite depressing.

My confusion stems from my recent lack of success: I’ve been quite unable to express myself, and find someone who shares my feelings. But maybe this time…? Not that I really believe I’ve lucked out. Instead, I’ll ask, and be rejected again. It seems to be a failing, and one that I’ll need to fix…one way or another. You see, I find the most fascinating girls, fall for them, and then let them knock me flat on my face. Took me years to get over the last one!

And what do I do?

Go and do it again.

I guess some people never learn, right?

spellbinding:

the result of ice rain in Southern China. it’s fascinatingly beautiful (:

always; andrea.

I SEE WHAT YOU DONE THAR!

:P

I can spy your handiwork anyday: I note that you’ve made it under the hood, and have started playing with the CSS. Kudos! I recommend you switch to Firefox, and make use of a wonderful little tool called Firebug, if you aren’t already. It allows for dynamic modification of HTML. Realtime.

We’ve decided to work together, it and I.

;)

The Day After

Well. Of course, immediately after posting my previous post, I discover exactly how to embed multiple pictures into one text post. sigh. Live and fail learn?

Anyways. So, my concert went quite well, however it took a significant chunk out of my sleep [and also my two best friends, who came to watch]. As such, I didn’t go to bed until after 1, and I had to get up before 5 to finish my homework. I believe the following snapshot of captures my own urge, even though I was at the time [supposed to be] studying.

As you can see, sleeping is an underrated sport, and ought to receive more national attention, being so truly invaluable.

The day continued in this fashion [read: trending towards the fail], as I struggled through my classes longing for the embrace of my bed [and a certain other someone, who would not require personification for embracing, but would probably be surprised {or not}], where I was sure my pillow was very lonely. By 10:00, the outset of failure had well and truly set in.

I believe it began with my Physics class. To understand my physics class, one must first understand the true fail that is my school in the field of mathematics and science. I have come into conflict with my school on two occasions in the fields of math, and computer science. Both sides I have come out the loser. However the school has come out the moron.

In the first such encounter, I wanted to take an AP Comp Sci class my sophomore year, having already completed 3 semesters of college level programming classes. The school informed me I ‘lacked the disposition’ for such an AP class, being a sophomore. I was instead placed in a so-called ‘Honors’ class for the year. It was an atrocious waste of my time, and I resented it every second I was present. Even more so because I only got an A in the class. That is correct: I actually lost points. >:(

I took the AP test regardless of my school’s decision, and received a 5. Strike one?

The second occasion occurred this year. I taught myself Trigonometry and Precalculus over the summer, but was informed by the school that I could not even test out of the class inside the system. So…I dropped Trig, and enrolled in AP Calculus BC from the JHU CTY [Johns Hopkins University Center for Talented Youth]. Moral of the story? My school sucks ****, which is a good reason to LEAVE IT [as I intend to do - MIT next year ought to be significantly better].

However, there are days when I feel that my calc class is punching me in the face while kneeing me in the you-know-whats. Such as today, when I walked logged into my class, and was faced with a problem so different from previously solved problems as to bear about as much resemblance as…say, a mouse to a SHARK. It took me about half an hour to solve, and I’m still sitting here wondering why EXACTLY the indefinite integral of x times e^x is (x-1)e^x. T_T

On the other hand, I love the pace, and will undoubtedly grasp the rational eventually [I’ve scheduled a little love session betwixt me and my calculus textbook: time to review integration by simple substitution!].

And now, I needs must go and work on my homework, because I shan’t be here this weekend [I’ll be at MIT, taking part in a lovely little program called Splash!]. Thus…WORK WORK WORK!

Ta ta for now!

Despite the minor temporal displacement between this post and my previous one [yesterday], I find myself with so much to say, and comparatively little space or time with which to say it. So I&#8217;ve decided to begin using pictures as part of my blog. In fact, it&#8217;s all part of my secret plan to branch out into multimedia. Hold on to your seat! There might be videos soon!

Of course, this is an example of me blatantly disregarding my unphotogenic appearance, but hey. We can dream, right?

So&#8230;what odd chain of events might have led me to dress up, you ask? A good question indeed, given that I&#8217;ve an abhorrence for the silly tradition. However, there are two prevailing reasons. First, the majority of girls I&#8217;ve met have this weird thing where they seem to like guys who dress up - beats me why! [That&#8217;s not actually true. I do have the resources offered me by psychology. Specifically, the postulates of the field of evolutionary psychology, which proposes that females are more interested in males who possess status and power. The reason? These males are more likely to be able to support future offspring, and provide a safer environment for the mother. The result? Silly trends, such as dressing up.] Second, I&#8217;m a member of the Honors Choir at my school. This is an audition-only choir, and I&#8217;m really quite happy to be in it [amongst other things, I love to sing, especially with other people who are good at it. At MIT, I plan on trying out for the MIT Chorallaries - and a certain someone had better try out as well, when they get in! *ahem Andrea ahem*] Thus, I dress in the standard issue tux [which is really quite uncomfortable, when compared with my own suit - another reason to hate dress-up].

This picture captures the effect, mere seconds before I drove to the concert [with my sister, who {as you may have guessed} is also a singer [albeit in the non-audition choir]]. It was relatively brief, and we performed relatively well. Hopefully, someone recorded it, in which case it may be posted to YouTube [and I may be able to post a link here. :D]

However, the whole &#8216;concert experience&#8217; brings us to our next picture&#8230;.forthcoming shortly. (I dislike this interface, because I can&#8217;t embed media dynamically into text posts. If anyone knows how&#8230;.let me know!)

Despite the minor temporal displacement between this post and my previous one [yesterday], I find myself with so much to say, and comparatively little space or time with which to say it. So I’ve decided to begin using pictures as part of my blog. In fact, it’s all part of my secret plan to branch out into multimedia. Hold on to your seat! There might be videos soon!

Of course, this is an example of me blatantly disregarding my unphotogenic appearance, but hey. We can dream, right?

So…what odd chain of events might have led me to dress up, you ask? A good question indeed, given that I’ve an abhorrence for the silly tradition. However, there are two prevailing reasons. First, the majority of girls I’ve met have this weird thing where they seem to like guys who dress up - beats me why! [That’s not actually true. I do have the resources offered me by psychology. Specifically, the postulates of the field of evolutionary psychology, which proposes that females are more interested in males who possess status and power. The reason? These males are more likely to be able to support future offspring, and provide a safer environment for the mother. The result? Silly trends, such as dressing up.] Second, I’m a member of the Honors Choir at my school. This is an audition-only choir, and I’m really quite happy to be in it [amongst other things, I love to sing, especially with other people who are good at it. At MIT, I plan on trying out for the MIT Chorallaries - and a certain someone had better try out as well, when they get in! *ahem Andrea ahem*] Thus, I dress in the standard issue tux [which is really quite uncomfortable, when compared with my own suit - another reason to hate dress-up].

This picture captures the effect, mere seconds before I drove to the concert [with my sister, who {as you may have guessed} is also a singer [albeit in the non-audition choir]]. It was relatively brief, and we performed relatively well. Hopefully, someone recorded it, in which case it may be posted to YouTube [and I may be able to post a link here. :D]

However, the whole ‘concert experience’ brings us to our next picture….forthcoming shortly. (I dislike this interface, because I can’t embed media dynamically into text posts. If anyone knows how….let me know!)

In which rambling is explored

As I walked between classes today, it occurred to me, like a flash of light thrown off by some metaphysical [and most certainly proverbial] refractory that similes are like literary tools, whereas metaphors are literary tools. As you may have guessed, this rather startling conclusion jolted me from my somewhat zombie-like pose. And my craving for brains was somewhat reduced…strangely enough.

As I was rambling on the thought of thoughts, I also realized that this random influx of thought from the ether to my brain is a regular occurrence. I don’t know about the rest of the people who sit in my classes, but my attention rarely remains on the teacher. I’m just good at pretending. I mean seriously? There are so many different possible musings that could occur in the mind of a teenage male [I know what you’re thinking. You should stop. Or I might have to defenestrate you]. For example, here’s a brief snapshot of a 10 minute period from my AP Psych class today:

  1. Neural nets…I read about those last night. They’re neuron clusters invoking specific pathways between parallel neurons, right? *listens to teacher*
  2. So…melatonin? I wonder if that means that shining a bright light in my eyes in the morning will wake me up when I get up before 5…having gone to bed after 1. Wait…that won’t work, no UV radiation…
  3. Hey wait, there are actually some pretty girls in this class! *Looks around the room…* Hum. Actually, there are really only a few [read:3] that I’d be interested in…and none of them are as pretty as my already fascinating friends [read:at least two of you will read this. Yes, I’m talking about you. :P]
  4. Hey wait…I wonder if….*Absurd sexual fantasy descends*
  5. [Approximately 15 seconds after previous entry] Hey. Wait. WHAT THE ****? It’s not even 9:00 AM. THIS IS DUMB. I HATE BEING MALE SOMETIMES. Stupid testosterone…*trails off into incoherent mental mumbles*
  6. Stares out window blankly…It’s a pretty view I’ve seen only too much.
  7. Checks clock, and realizes that only 5 minutes have passed. It’s going to be a LONG day.

Of course, the issue is only compounded by testing situations. I’ve found my rambling to be directly proportional to the importance of unbroken concentration: the more my concentration is required, the harder it is. Why? Wish I knew. So of course, I almost fell asleep in my last APUSH test. And my teacher [given that I sit in the front row] asked me….”Elias? Are you sleeping?!?”

Have you ever been asked that in front of your class, while it’s dead silent, and everyone is taking a test? Well. Obviously the only answer is: “Not any MORE! >:(“

;)

And on that note, I needs must leave to go and prepare for a concert later tonight. I promise though [even thought I know that few if any will read this] that I WILL return! With more prozaic nonsense, for your literary entertainment. I write, you read, we laugh. Or something.

Ta ta!

Hello World!

Welcome, me.

I’ll jump right in, because that’s what I do. And also, I don’t really have that terribly much time [read: I should be doing homework, but am not. And by not, I mean I’m creating a blog instead]. I’ll assume that you’ve [yes, that’s right. The dreaded second person. Hold on to your pants!] read the about me post (which, ironically enough, doesn’t exist yet. But hey…kudos for temporally confused cross references, right?).

However, I’ll still give some intro info, and if it overlaps, the sky will fall, volcanoes will explode, and the land of ‘Life Goes On’ will have one more convert.

My name is Elias - I shan’t give my last name in the off chance that my parents ever find my blog. I don’t really mind, but they’re the persnickety security sort of folks [and who knows! you might be a pedophile. :P] Not to worry. I don’t think you’re a pedophile. On the other hand, if you keep looking at me in that tone of voice, I’ll have to get rambunctious with you [oh, the joy of an assertive writing style. It just makes you feel all tingly, doesn’t it? Well. It makes ME feel tingly. Then again, that could be sugar.]

As you may have noticed, I have a joy for parentheticals, but I prefer to mix it up, making use of square brackets (and even some squigly ones too! {I know. This is too much for the first post. But hey! Gotta start strong!})

Now for some information that couldn’t have been garnered simply by the process of breathing. I live in suburbia, and am currently a junior in high school. However, the previous sentence contains some misinformation. While I am a junior, I’ve grown disillusioned and more than disillusioned with my school system [note that I am writing a BLOG entry rather than doing homework], and have come to the conclusion that senior year is entirely overrated. I’d rather be at college.

That said, I’ve picked my schools [MIT, Harvard, Carnegie-Mellon, RPI, BU], and have applied. So it might be said that I’m a junior [actually. It’s said all the time], but in reality I view myself as a quasi….junior. No really, no senior about it. I’m just not going there. I’ll be a senior in college, and that’s enough for me. [Insert old people joke here….hahahaha. It was very funny. I laughed.]

Where was I? [Please note that this was rhetorical. I am capable of scrolling up the page] Oh yes - myself. So, MIT has this cool blog site for the Admissions department, and I’ve been reading [read:stalking] them for the past few months. And guess what? I LOVE IT. It’s an amazing thing to have insight into the lives of people who are like you [and not so like you, in some cases], and I’d love to have that be me one day.

So….in the interest of full disclosure [because….well], I actually have an ulterior motive. And by ulterior, I mean that I’m scheming already to BE one of those bloggers next year [this is, of course, dependent on my getting in. Which I will. Have I mentioned that I suffer from hubris and optimism simultaneously? {The glass isn’t half empty. Fool - the glass is twice as big as it needs to be!}]

You may have noticed by now that I have a tendency to close my parenthesis. Regardless of how many there are. Yes, you caught me. I’m a programmer through and through, and the thought [yes, this is contrived (I know. It’s bad] of having an unclosed parenthesis like in the previous statement bothers me. You have no idea how much.

Now, I needs must cease my time wasting, and begin my tooling. Oh yes. Another thing. I will use MIT terminology [or is it phrasology….*rubs chin*] with frequency. Reason? BECAUSE. I CAN.

And by that, I mean I can until I get rejected. [Which I won’t.]

Ta ta for now!