I love all of you guys...

It's one in the morning, and the thought of sleep hasn't even entered my head yet. I'm sitting here at the computer, staring off into space, typing, occasionally crying, constantly contemplating, fondly reminiscing, and, well... just watching my mind racing.

I can't stop thinking about how incredible this past week has been. Dessert Theater 2005 was one of the most memorable experiences of my life. You guys are all amazing. While every scene in the show was amazing in its own way, there's one that I just can't shake from my mind. I'm gonna have "Make You Think" lines stuck in my head for weeks. All of my co-stars in that scene... you rock my world.

Thanks to tonight's cast party, my yearbook is now loaded with memories... some hilarious, some thought-provoking, some moving... many, a mixture of the three. Paul, James, Maxx, Merkel, Josh, Caitie, Strider, Frankie, Mark, Branden, Jordan, Little Sister Longo, Anna, Sara... thank you all. I open up this book and find an incredible showcase of four amazing years with Theater CHS. Every last one of you makes me proud to have been a part of this production.

Now, no offense to any of you guys, but it wasn't until I got to the back page that the tears really started flowing... when I read what my two directors had to say. First of all, Jesse... wow, what can I say? We've been classmates for ten years... you're one of my oldest friends, and one of my closest. I'll never forget you buddy. And Tim... I'm incredibly grateful for what you wrote tonight, because what I just read was something I never thought I'd actually have promised to me in writing. I'm holding you to your word... we will definitely be reunited in Boston someday. And I can't wait for that day.

I love both of you guys.

Hell, I love all of you guys. What a night. What a weekend. What a life!

And, Timmy: I leave you with this...

Here we are as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more
Someday soon we all will be together
If the fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough...

I was way too embarrassed to sing along with you in person, but from the comfort of my own home, let me tell you that that feeling is most definitely mutual. More golden days are awaiting us.

And by the way... who came up with that name... Europe?

The quote sheet -- a symbol of all that is good in the world

For those of you who have been living under a rock for the past six months, I've been collecting hilarious quotes from various classmates and teachers on a beautiful little masterpiece known as The Quote Sheet. If you haven't read it yet, you must. It's in the "My Other Works" list on the side of this page... but if you're too lazy to look for that, just click here. If you're not already convinced that you should devote the next fifteen minutes of your life to reading and laughing at these hysterically funny sayings, here are some testimonials that will undoubtedly change your mind.

EvanWithAnS: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
durandal seven: my life is complete

Sb ArF hAtT: yessss
Sb ArF hAtT: i love the crotch one

durandal seven: we all play key roles
durandal seven: its like a sitcom

starkiespree: taylor and i have both determined
starkiespree: that all quotes suck if one of us isnt in theme

joeggle: thats sweet
joeggle: i love it

gotpilk7: ok, I want to go on the record and make a statement here. Although I am against the quote sheet, it it hi-fucking-larious.

durandal seven: #57 was too hard to explain
durandal seven: he pulled the papers out of taylors back pocket
EvanWithAnS: ooh
durandal seven: which was a key fact
durandal seven: to the deeper meaning

starkiespree: i demand u change them
starkiespree: u are ruining the quality
starkiespree: DIMINISHING QUALITY
starkiespree: YOU SHITHEAD

argonaut227: hahah go #23

Sb ArF hAtT: hahahaha
Sb ArF hAtT: oh fuck
Sb ArF hAtT: im crying
Sb ArF hAtT: hahahaha
EvanWithAnS: what?
Sb ArF hAtT: im laughing so hard

There is nothing in life more exciting than sending that link to twenty people at once and watching the hilarious responses flood in. Oh man... life is good.

On AP exams, and the suckitude therein

All three AP exams I've taken this week have sucked. Majorly. Calculus, computer science, English... all three of them can go to hell. I despise them passionately.

But rather than accept responsibility for not being any good at those three subjects, I've prepared a chronicle of all the other people I feel like blaming. Ahem.

-Brook Taylor. He invented Taylor series, which I hate. That free-response question was painful. Thus, I blame Brook Taylor.

-Leonhard Euler. He was the one who invented polar coordinates, right? Yeah, I think so. I mean, if he wasn't, I still hate him, but since I think he was, I hate him even more. Did that make sense? Didn't think so.

-Thomas Minor. I was sitting next to him during compsci, and he's the Antichrist. His curse can make anyone within a five-foot radius forget how to write recursive methods that actually work... plus he kept making really annoying jokes.

-Tufts. Not a person, more like a big giant group of people, but whatever. They only want one compsci credit, and I think I may have actually gotten a 4 since I did well on everything but a couple of agonizing free-responses. So the one exam I did decently on (I think) is all for nought.

-CENSORED. Because she wrote CENSORED. Yeah... umm, I'm not really supposed to talk about the multiple choice questions, am I? Well anyway, she wrote a certain book in the 1850s, and the book has really horribly-written sentences that drag on for seventeen (no, that's not a typo, I said seventeen) lines.

-Mr. Deane. He's a good guy, but it makes me really mad that he shorted us three minutes on the English multiple choice. I really needed to make up for time lost to deciphering the crappy writing of CENSORED in the third passage. Losing three precious minutes did not help anything.

-Katharine Brush. She wrote that really dumb "story" in the New Yorker that somehow made its way onto the AP exam. It is impossible to write an essay about the literary devices used by an author who doesn't use literary devices. There were no metaphors, there was no imagery, and I suppose there were diction and tone, but everything has diction and tone, and this woman had really boring diction and tone.

-George Orwell. Why couldn't all three essays be about him? That would be awesome.

-The College Board. Again, it's more of a group of people than one actual person, but who cares. The English multiple choice questions were annoying... there was never only one correct answer... it was just a really bad test. I'm angry at it.

Right now the only things I can think of that don't suck about this week are the awesome food at Guadalajara, and the look on Ben's face when he looked at the last essay question and nearly jumped out of his seat mouthing the words "YES CATCH-22." Oh, plus a couple of hilarious AIM conversations with a couple of fellow exam-takers. Oh right, and the Red Sox winning three straight. And there might be poker tomorrow night. Okay, I admit it. My life doesn't actually suck. I'm just a drama queen.