Duality

Today may have been a good day. It rests on the decision of MIT's admissions office. I had an interview today with an MIT Alumnus as part of the admissions process. I thought it went well enough. I may not find out how well it went until next April. Currently, today is both good and bad, just as Schrödinger’s Cat is both dead and alive.

I also did a little shopping, including my latest purchase to make Strictly Come Dancing and X Factor bearable: new headphones. The old ones broke – darned things. Now, all is right with my world as I'm listening to the Batman Begins/Dark Knight soundtracks. Big love to The Caped Crusader and his associated music.

Whilst I'm reminiscing on The Dark Knight, I feel like mentioning the approaching dark nights. English is such a pretty language, especially when trying to make a link from Batman to winter.

I adore winters. I've lived through 17 of them, including that one I was born halfway through. Their perpetual ability to upset the futile masses is somewhat amusing. Here approaches the dawn of winter, the dusk of the year. I'll tail off before my melodrama cannibalizes itself in a bout of irony, and remind everyone that it's still only fall: it is not yet cold.

Goodnight.

The Social Network

I saw The Social Network at the cinema today. It was a fantastic film, and probably still is. Go and see it sometime. Don't pirate it. Pirate music, that's fine. Don't pirate films. The crux of the matter is that, for music artists, the majority of their income – if they're any kind of decent – comes primarily from concerts. The film industry has no such live performances for generating revenue, hence, in not paying to watch a film, one jeopardizes the entire film industry. Don't pirate films.

Back to my original point, which was, oh yeah, The Social Network is brilliant. It has inspired me to increase my geek abilities. For instance, I'd rarely used the wget command on my fantastic, invincible, Ubuntu-running laptop. Currently, I'm testing it out, trying to download scores of photos from MIT's website. I did try wget on Facebook, but, their brilliant tech guys have blocked non-authorized bots, as have wikipedia. On my first attempt at wget, I downloaded around 400MB of data from Newcastle University's website. I'd guess it'd still be going, approaching one gigabyte, had I not killed it.

Anyway, enough chat. I have Unix commands to learn. Laters interpeeps!

Robin and Saskia's awesome fun times!

We – Saskia and I – had such fun today. I went around hers after school, and we played Singstar for around two hours. After eighteen songs, Saskia had taken the lead, with 10 wins to my 8; from whence I first won four in a row and defended a two-point lead until I finally convinced her to stop after 30 songs. I won 16-14! Last time we played, I won 9-7, so, basically, I'm the best, although, I'd much rather listen to her singing than listen to mine.

That's all for today, night froods!

Saturday with Niall!

... and Jelly Babies!

Yep, we went to Sainsbury's for a decent bit of binge, then headed back to his place for a bit f Pelham 123. Awesome film. We also listened to a bit of music, some soundtrack and the odd novelty tune on ye olde Grooveshark.

I'm gonna head off now, but not before I tell you all about the relief I feel for having thrown that awful broken bed-frame out of my room. I am extremely relieved! Hooray for Allen keys!

Night froods! x

To be a rock and not to roll.

And so, with three weeks to go until the deadline for UCAS applications to Cambridge, my personal statement is still leaving something to be desired. That something just so happens to be a personal statement.

I made a start on it, but, seriously, do they want modesty and showmanship, personality and humility? I can do all kinds of things with words^†, but writing a personal statement truly is a challenge.

Anyway, tonight was Alex's first gig! It was awesome - the band played some right good tunes. Not left good, but right good. Led Zeppelin, ZZ Top, ACDC, Fleetwood Mac, loads more, and even 2 4 6 8 Motorway.

Tomorrow, that formidable regatta in Durham. I'd best get some kip before the 0700 rise. Oh, and I've committed myself to writing a newspaper article about it. Stay tuned!

^†Read my earlier post featuring An extract from Rijako