Stroke on the Water

See what I did there? You've no idea how long that poor pun took me. To get an idea, take a look at the date of my last post.

For the first time in over a month, today, I rowed on water, instead of one of the machines. It felt great to be back on the water, though I think my skill has depreciated somewhat.

I finally received my SAT results this week:

• Critical Reading: 650
• Math: 800
• Writing: 650

Hopefully that should be enough to get into either MIT, Harvard, Princeton or Stanford, but I'll bet 2090 is below their average intake's overall score. Still, I'm counting on my foreignness making up for that.

Night all!

Production and Reproduction

So, there was a point today when I thought to myself "this is the least productive day ever." Actually, upon further reflection, I feel I've produced enough to call today a win. I enjoy doing anything I can on any given day to tick it off as a win; today's winning qualities are as follows:

• I finished sewing my custom shirt
• I cut up some trousers
• I ventured to Sainsbury's with little brother Owen
• I bought copious amounts of food, including some drink and snacks for Friday night's poker
• I logged onto the XKCD IRC channel and had a thorough discussion on mammalian breeding patterns with a complete stranger, as well as sparking some conversation about SATs and contributing to Tetris-related nostalgia

Of course today was a win! On the subject of SATs, by this time tomorrow I will have my score. 2400? I doubt it, but, oh my, how excellent would that be? They'd better be good: they'll be sent to MIT, Harvard, Princeton and Stanford.

As you'll be no doubt pleased to know, the reason humans don't have a mating season is because they have supreme intelligence which allows them to imagine the future. Thank you, #xkcd.

SATs and my aunty's.

The title rhymes if you pronounce everything right.

I had to go to Tyne Metropolitan College's Coach Road campus at silly o'clock in the morning today, all in the name of the world's longest exams. According to College Board's regulations, I am not allowed to discuss the test or my responses to anything in the immediate future. Actually, they didn't specify a time-limit for not discussing the tests, which is odd, as I'm sure I'm supposed to tell Universities about them, otherwise, well, what's the point?

After that, I popped round to my aunt's house just around the corner. A few corners, in fact, and passed a Greggs on the way. I have been to at least 16 different Greggs so far this year, and possibly more, as I didn't start counting until July.

Anyway, my dietary habits aside, I'd like to put a good word in for Fifa '11. It's brilliant. If my PS3 didn't YLOD regularly, I'd buy it, play on it, and not get annoyed with Sony quite so much.
Damned daemonic corporation. At least they don't control reportedly 110% of the world's computers, or overcharge in order to add the faint ghost of genuine value to their products. Microsoft and Apple respectively, ladies and gentlemen. Oh, there it is again! I said I'd use it.

Well, that concludes another bitesize portion of my day's musings. I, of course, only write about superficial matter, such as exams, Greggs and PlayStations. They are all mere distractions from truly important matters, such as... I don't actually know, but I had you going for a while, didn't I?

Goodnight everybody. Enjoy your comatose amnesia-inducing hallucinations!