The Domain of Steven Pinnacle of Paperless Perfection


Note I left in the BU Dining Services comment box

Dear Mr. Fruit Basket,

I know you have a great reputation as a matchmaker, but all the fruit you've given me has been mediocre. I've gotten bored with the fat red apples you keep showing me. They may be sweet and nice, but I need some zest in my life.

That's when you brought that Cripps Pink apple to my door. His slim, toned body and crisp, tangy demeanor are what I've been looking for all my life. Set us up on another date.

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Oh, the Guilt

I wish that in the stupor after waking up, and during the onset of painful homework, I would finally learn and move on.


Clubs, aka university-funded ways to shirk work

I am a persuasive French wino that can stun people with insults and convince policemen that he and his party were in fact not responsible for the mutilated bodies tossed out of a window into an alley. All with the flick of a d20.

The BU Role-Playing Society is one of the three clubs I've joined. Right now the only campaign I'm dedicated to is a post-WWII spy adventure set in Vietnam. There are lots of other games in many different non-D&D settings, but my schedule often conflicts and I honestly don't have the time anymore. That said, it's a fun and often hilarious way to spend a weekly evening.

Wizards is a community service group that teaches science experiments to kids from kindergarten all the way to early high school. A friend in my computer science class invited me over to a meeting one day, and I figured that it was a weekly two hour committment that might be reminiscent to the fun time I had volunteering with 1st graders at P.S. 89 right next to Stuyvesant. I noted this on my app, and lo and behold, I got one of the spots in the group that works with kindergarteners and 1st graders 😀 . We're driven by van to the Young Achievers school, what seems to be one of many Boston pilot public schools for new learning strategies. The distinction wasn't exactly evident though, as it reminded me a lot of P.S. 89 despite it being a regular public school. Not that it mattered, because the school was charming and the kids were cute and wonderful. The kindergarteners have their current curriculum based around butterflies, so our activity focused on symmetry using butterflies as examples. Few children remembered the word when the day was done, but all of them had fun seeing their folded paper cutouts become butterflies. The colored versions were all pinned up on the window afterwards.

The BU Massively-Multiplayer Online Gaming Society is a club that a couple friends and I founded after seeing interest on the BU Livejournal group. We rotate through new MMOs every two weeks or so, playing games like Gunbound, Rakion, Albatross18, and Ragnarok Online. We're all encouraged to play games on our own and stick with ones that we like, but we often meet up with other MMOGS members so that there's a sense of familiarity when in unfamiliar territory. After each game's rotation is finished, we each write a review and give it a grade, both of which are posted on our soon-to-be-created forum. We're hoping to have generated enough of a track record to warrant attention from non-MMOGS members, perhaps non-BU members, and hopefully game developers looking for effective beta testers. The pinnacle of success for the MMOGS would be either getting access to a highly anticipated game in closed beta testing or getting enough funding to provide paid accounts to some of the newer, hotter games on the market. As it stands, we're just a bunch of college gamers. But next semester, we'll be gamers with university funding for snacks.

I am vice-president of the MMOGS. The president, secretary, and treasurer are all juniors, which means that in all likelihood I'm going to be inheriting the club after two years. Oh man it's like Excalibur all over again. Luckily the club's survival doesn't depend on my (lack of) gaming skill, but rather my enthusiasm, which I have plenty of. For now I'll just chip in where I can and learn a few things along the way. And have fun with ultra-high angle shots on a mammoth while I'm at it.


Smoky gists, meanings, essences, themes…

The desk lamp that casts shadows across the room can still wash away my worries and make my room feel like home. I love being in a school with such animate people in abundance, but it's still nice to be alone with your thoughts. As I look at my desk and see the free pens stolen from Splash and Collegefest, the post-its hanging off the side of my monitor, homemade Japanese flashcards lying next to new ones waiting to be filled, and my keyboard hanging off the table while being supported by an open drawer so that I can have room to put my books, I'm amazed at the extent to which I've settled down. In fact, the only thing that shocks me more is the realization that I'm not homesick, but happy and content.

Now if only this cough would go away and I could finally get the hang of Japanese and calculus, everything would be peachy keen.

I'd love some cheap Chinatown food, too.


Eggs and bakey

People who make dorm fire alarms should consider branching out into the alarm clock industry. That shit would not stop.

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BU Schedule – Semester 1, Freshman Year

I plan to major in Computer Science with a possible minor in Psychology. I have dropped Spanish and will be studying Japanese.

I elected to follow the Divisional Studies track rather than the Core Curriculum track. With DS, all of BU's introductory courses (Psych 101, Bio 101, etc) are put into one of four categories: Math and Compsci, Natural Sciences, Social Sciences, and Humanities. I must take two classes in every field that is not where my major resides. Even if I decide to switch majors, thus requiring me to take two classes in Math and Compsci, I will have covered my Divisional Studies requirements for it anyway by the end of my first term.

I'll reserve my opinion on how good my schedule is until a few weeks after school starts, when the fatigue starts setting in. We aren't allowed to take more than four courses the first term (and never more than six) so I'll use this term to determine next term's courseload.

MA127 – This is the calculus class for those who have already taken calculus in high school. It condenses two terms of material into a single term. I already took calculus in Stuyvesant, so I shouldn't have to struggle too much with learning, just remembering. Getting a 720 on the Math SAT II exempted me from BU's math requirement, and as a compsci major I don't need to take any math courses to fill the DS requirements, but many of the mandatory compsci classes require calc, so I might as well take it while it's still fresh and get it over with.

CS112 (C++) – I'm skipping CS111 (which was easy to do, considering my AP score and my programming experience) and heading onto CS112, with a focus on C++ since I'm much weaker in it than Java. I've already set up my laptop with Ubuntu and installed emacs and gcc (and the JDE since I do prefer Java), so I should be able to program without constantly being confused by a GUI compiler like Eclipse. Old habits die hard; I instinctively type gcc -Wall after Ctrl-X-C. I'll have to pick up a good book to help me out; I was able to do so well in AP Compsci because the Java textbook was very good, and helped me understand concepts and syntax that I didn't pick up while sleeping. Any recommendations?

WR100 – I did not qualify for WR150 (so I don't get to skip a class!) but English classes have never been a problem for me aside from procrastinating on papers, so I'm not worried. There were many different types of writing classes, from scifi to children's books to Asian literature, but since I did want to experiment with the field of pscyhology, I took the class that was focused on readings in psychology and psychoanalysis. I plan to have the same class synergy when I fill another DS requirement by taking an Anthropology course focusing on the study and evolution of human behavior.

LJ101 – I've gotten past the notion of becoming fluent enough to read manga and understand anime. After all, I've spent god knows how many years studying Spanish, and I can just barely read the signs in the subway (much less understand soap operas!). Hopefully a little of my otaku enthusiasm will still be present, so that I have motivation for learning a complex language while coping with a new environment.


Delving into a girly valley of valley girls

You know that Boston University students are a little weird when you find one describing to two small Asian boys how unprotected sex feels infinitely better than that with a condom.

Things actually went pretty well considering that I'm probably going to never see most of the people again. It's something that I found hard to accept in Stuyvesant until I realized that I knew plenty of people by face but not name or action, and I had never seen our valedictorian before. I had to go through realizations like this for every school change. They have all been marked by a noticeable increase in population: 7 kids a grade to 50 to 800 to 3000. And let's not forget the college population of all the neighboring campuses, boosting that 3000 quite a bit.

Perhaps other people realized this as well, because everyone was extremely social. Not just "say hi to your roommate" social, but "say hi to the person sitting next to you" social, and even "say hi to the person sitting two seats away from you after a minute of silence" social. Except for alone time here and there once a planned activity was over, we were kept in groups according to what school we were in (Arts & Sciences, Engineering, Fine Arts, Management, etc.) so there was at least some regularity in who we were seeing every day. In addition to those cool people, I actually saw and hung out with people that I knew. There was a multi-activity excursion for people who arrived a day early (like myself), and I found myself sitting only a few seats and a row away from Courtney! as well as more seats away from Shelly and Dimitri (sp?). Very hawt coincidences.

The actual orientation was from Thursday to Friday, but since I wasn't keen on waking up at 3 in order to get there on time Thursday, I opted to move in a day early. Out of 600-700 kids at orientation, around 200 usually arrive early. We were roomed up with the person next to us in line, and I got put on the second floor of Rich Hall, which wasn't all that great to be honest. No AC, a curtain and a pole for a closet, bugs in the shower, etc. In its defense, all the rooms already had MicroFridges for us to keep stuff in, and unlike every other room I heard about, ours was actually cool at night. It was even a little cold on Thursday morning because it rained.

The first day was rather nonchalant except for meeting those three familiar faces. The second day had plenty of things lined up, most of which weren't exactly interesting. There were a whole lot of talks from the faculty and the student advisors, which had a habit of putting me to sleep as the day went on. I eventually pulled through, and was rewarded at the end of the day with a "free" shirt (we had to pay for Orientation, after all), kareoke, a comedy show, music bingo, and Dance Dance Revolution and Guitar Hero. Unfortunately the wireless DDR pads were very unresponsive, and Shelly and I were craptacular at Guitar Hero, but it was still a nice way to end the day.

The primary goals of orientation are to have us take our writing assessment and to have us register for our fall classes. The writing assessment was 50 minutes long, and damn it was a boring 50 minutes. We either got a page from Toqueville's Democracy in America or Machiavelli's The Prince. I unfortunately got Toqueville. I didn't know shit about politics, much less the history of it, but I do know how to attack a person's writing style and integrity. I think I did a pretty damn good job, but I only got a 3 out of 4 or 5. Not quite enough for me to skip a writing class.

Every BU student at orientation clocked in a lot of supervised hours planning and registering for their classes. First we had two 3-hour sessions with our student advisor, where they went over the required courses, how we might want to go about them, and how the registration process worked. Once we had planned a schedule, we were taken to our temporary faculty advisor to have our course list evaluated and improved. Mine was a nice Asian compsci professor who was brimming with excitement about his subject (which is a good thing!). He probably thought more highly of me than I deserve, considering I just barely got through System Level/Graphics and slept through AP Compsci (but still got a 5 on the AB version!), but he did recommend a good teacher, which I took note of when we were shuffled onto the next stage of the process.

Even though we had planned our schedules with our student advisors, we now had another chance to do so, this time with our faculty advisor's suggestions in mind. There were no real changes in mind, just in the type of programming language (using C++ instead of Java), so it wasn't as stressful for me as it was for the people whose faculty advisor completely reworked their schedule.

Once we got these new schedules approved, we were then directed to the final stage, where they sat us down in front of a computer with an access code to unlock registration for us. It wasn't a random lottery like it was in Stuyvesant; we simply punched in what class and section, and then that was that, we were a part of the class. We were required to put down alternate classes in case one was full by the time we got to the computer, but thankfully I just managed to squeeze into the compsci class.

After that...we were pretty much done. The best speeches had already been made, and the only reason I didn't fall asleep (I hope) during the closing ceremonies was because there was an awesome piece of chocolate on every seat! I wasn't really in the mood, but I stole some for Shelly. After that, we went our separate ways and I linked up with my family. We set up a Bank of America banking/checking account, and I finally got a credit card! It's a joint account, so the bill gets sent to my parents. Which, you know, is good, so that I don't have to worry as much about spending (yea, like I can really spend that much when I can't help but research every alternative). But it also means I'll have to stick to free porn.

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“My Spanish teacher told me that if I went to Mexico, I only needed to know two words: cerveza and baño.”

-Random subway rider detailing the importance of beer and bathrooms

Boston University Orientation from Wednesday to Friday. Forbidden to bring my laptop (and I should try to explore, anyway...) so I'm going to be listening to my recently rediscovered iPod Nano (its case made my parents unknowingly displace it, but also made it easier to find), occasionally asking my brother if I can play Brain Age on his Nintendo DS while we're on the 4-5 hour bus ride, plan my schedule, and maybe knock another chapter off of The Unix Programming Environment.

Fourth of July fireworks were pretty cool. I'll be back on Friday with more.


A Canticle for Cain

Written in the space of several hours the night before its graciously extended due date for Mr. Bonsignore's Science Fiction & Fantasy Writing final paper. Emo? Perhaps. But it was an emo that let me pass the course..

Five inches? That's a bit risky, thought Inanna. There are only two guards from what she can see by peeking through the doorway, and by the look of the blood caked onto the blades hanging by their dirty red robes, they're not very experienced. Strange, considering the book is in this room. Might be a trap. Best start with four inches.

Cain taps her on the shoulder, giving her a pleading look. No, shoots back Inanna, he can't do it. She gives him a stern, knowing look, reminding him of the last time he tried. Cain slinks back dejected, but Inanna places a comforting hand on his arm, then turns back to the other room.

The skinnier guard moves away from the pedestal he was watching and walks toward the shabbily dressed female prisoner bound to the wall next to a pedestal holding a book. The guard sneers at her before drawing his blade and tormenting her by lightly tracing it against her skin. The more heavyset guard smirks and approaches her with the same glint in his eyes.

Inanna's eyes flare up with hatred. Screw four. These guys deserve six inches.

Inanna unsheathes the crucifix dagger from her belt and uncorks a vial of holy water. As she dips the blade in and takes it out, the drops of holy water that roll off of the dagger land on the floor and vaporize, leaving scorch marks. Inanna rolls up her sleeve to reveal an arm with numerous scars on it, but does not pause before taking a deep breath and cutting a six inch gash down her arm. Inanna brings the dagger back up and starts drawing a symbol in the air. The blood flows freely from the wound toward the dagger, defying gravity by being suspended in the air. It trails the dagger like ink to a calligrapher's brush, this particular instrument six inches thick. As she finishes the large, intricate pattern, Inanna twirls the dagger to release its hold on her blood, then quickly severs the blood design's connection to her wound. The wound immediately seals up and leaves another scar, as well as leaving Inanna dropping to one knee and panting.

"In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti," Inanna mutters, before a blinding light fills the room.


The two guards are immersed in the prisoner when they notice a bright flash off to the side, near the doorway. As they turn around with swords in hand, they see Inanna and Cain walk into the room. The lustful smiles quickly turn into expressions of confusion and panic as a behemoth follows them through the doorway. The angelic humanoid figure stands over seven feet tall, his aqua skin covered in bundles of white robes with gold stitching. He shoots a confident and commanding gaze at the pair of guards from his unearthly grey eyes as he raises his arms a bit, palms upward. The air around him crackles with energy, streams of pure white light starting to swirl around in the palms of his hands.

The two guards regain their wits, and the skinny one makes a quick, short stab at the prisoner's artery before drawing a pattern in the air like Inanna did. Unlike hers, his strokes are fast, thin, and jagged, with few curves. The bulkier guard rends the prisoner's stomach, then makes large sweeping strokes in the air with the blood trailing behind the sword. Within seconds, the two finish off their patterns and exclaim, "In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti!"

The symbols transform into pitch black portals with the blood patterns hanging in front of them, a temporary gate to usher in the two demons that leap out of them. The scrawny guard's demon resembles a cheetah with oversized teeth and burnt patches of fur. The other gate produces a dark red minotaur that exhales small jets of flame from its nostrils.

The two demons charge the angel, but he has already spent enough time collecting divine essence. The energy has materialized into spheres, and when he clenches his fists to absorb them, power flows through his arms and enlarges his muscles. The cheetah easily speeds ahead of the lumbering minotaur and leaps at the angel's throat, but he catches it in midair and uses its momentum to slam it against the wall headfirst, causing it to crumble into dust.

The angel then braces himself and stops the minotaur's charge by grabbing onto its horns. Slowly forcing the angel down, the beast draws in its breath, intending to roast the angel in close quarters. The angel mutters a word and a large translucent disc appears in front of the minotaur's mouth as it exhales. Flames erupt from its mouth, but they are redirected back towards the minotaur because of the divine shield. It does not hurt the minotaur, but the flames make it lose sight of the grappled angel. He takes advantage of this by ducking and letting go of one its horns, using his free hand to thrust through its chest.

As the minotaur falls apart, the ashes of it and the cheetah are sucked back into their portals. The symbols that called them forth become etched onto the guards' foreheads, and the guards keel over from an invisible agony. The angel walks toward the kneeling figures and lays his hands on their heads as if to absolve them. Power courses out of his arms, forcing their souls out of their bodies with one last agonizing twitch.

Gotta work fast before others arrive, Inanna thinks as she dashes past the angel toward the pedestal. She gives a single pitying glance toward the prisoner, but her eyes are set on the book lying on the altar. An awfully nondescript cover for such an evil artifact, thinks Inanna. She reaches toward the book and meets a little resistance as a red barrier forms around it, like the one the angel summoned.

"Corinthian, if you would?" The angel moves beside her and violently rips away the shield from the book with a single yank. Cain takes his place and quickly flips through the pages. He stops after a few seconds – bingo – and tears out one particular page to stuff in his pocket.

"Ave Maria, gratia plena; Dominus tecum," Inanna murmurs with her hands over the book, and the lettering fades to leave a completely blank book. She closes the book and anoints her dagger again. Instead of cutting herself, she thrusts it through the angel, who begins to lose shape. The angel's essence is used as the drawing medium, this pattern being a thin but long design with graceful curves. Inanna finishes off the design with the usual "In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti." Another bright flash marks the disappearance of the angel and the summoning of a gigantic pure white owl. Inanna and Cain mount the beast and she kicks it into action, flying out of the room into a passageway at a blazing speed. Inanna wishes she could fight every single cultist and free every prisoner that she passes by. Cain clutches the beast for dear life.


It's kind of beautiful, seeing the City of the Christ from the outside. Buildings as high as any owl could fly, with thousands of people milling back and forth in peace. All secure in the comforting image of their Christ. Or rather, the Antichrist. Inanna feels a pang of remorse thinking of all the people below acting as good citizens in order to be whisked away at the Third Coming. Inanna knows the truth. She has seen the warm interiors of the Church, and the fiery hellholes underneath them. She knows what the fanatical converts are given to do, starting with tormenting the "wicked" and moving on to using otherworldly beings in order to further their cause. Justified as long as they can be part of the next Rapture. Whatever it takes.

Inanna knows the truth, and Inanna knows better.


The owl touches down at a much more desolate place, a flimsy wooden shanty at the edge of town. Despite its appearance, a flood of relief washes over Inanna was she dismounts and lets the owl fly away into the sky so that she and Cain can enter the shack.

Home sweet home, or as sweet as a set of smelly, connected sewers can be. Inanna nods to many infirm and sick residents as she walks by the holes in the wall that serve as living spaces. The dimly lit tunnel leads to an even darker central gathering place, which remains gloomy despite candles and flashlights strewn everywhere. The Church would certainly pick up any attempt to tap into the power supply, and they barely had enough resources to survive, much less ease everyone's eye strain.

Cain then strides proudly in front of her, marching toward one particular table in the center.
"Abel, I did it! Err, we did it," glancing at Inanna. "With this sheet of paper, we can amplify our angels the same way they did to their demons when they destroyed Outpost #5."

Cain pulls the torn piece of paper from his pocket and presents it to Abel as Inanna catches up and meets them at the table.

Abel warmly smiles at Cain. "You did a fantastic job, Cain, and you too, Inanna. Got exactly what we were looking for with nary a scratch on either of you."

Cain seems humbled at the compliment, and asks in a much lower voice, "Do you think that I have been forgiven now? Will God accept my blood?"

A pained look flashes across Inanna's face, which does not pass by Abel unnoticed as he gently says, "I believe that God is proud of you, brother, but it is not for me to decide. Before the end of the day, let us convene with our priest. Perhaps he will shed some light on the matter."

The ambiguous statement gives Inanna the chills. No one knew why Cain's first summoning had produced a demon, but it was the first time one had ever entered the sanctum and the last time Cain was allowed to summon.

"I understand, brother. I will try to be…patient." Cain's voice hints at something more, but neither of the two notice.

"In the meantime, start work on deciphering the text. We ought to fully understand its implications before we try to utilize the same amount of power that leveled the outpost."

Cain nods, and scurries away with the paper to a slightly brighter room.

"And as for you," Abel says to Inanna, perhaps you ought to get some rest. Sending out a call strong enough for angels to hear takes a lot of self-sacrifice, and it does not come without a toll. All of-," Abel stutters as he looks toward Cain's room, "most of us have been through it and know the fatigue that it brings."

"I'm perfectly fine," Inanna protests, "perhaps I can help plan another mission? Save some of our captured?"

"I would not want you to be among their ranks should you faint after a summoning. This sanctum may seem populated, but our numbers are very few. We can't afford to lose any more."

Inanna nods, and immediately feels guilty for forgetting about the friends and family she has lost to the Church. She wanted to help, but did she not vow to her diseased brother that she would live on in his memory? The sight of a few crucifix dagger-wielding members leaving the sewers lifts her spirits a bit, and she hugs Abel before retreating back to her bunk at the damper part of the sewers. She doesn't sleep well, but she sleeps.


An earthquake jolts Inanna out of bed, and all she can see is dust and grit in the air. Coughing, she picks up her weapons and runs back into the main part of the sanctum. As she travels, she notices that for an earthquake, the rumbles have consistent pauses in between them. Strange behavior, she thinks, and realizes her error when she reaches the gathering place. The ground was shaking not because of tectonic movement, but because a twenty foot tall demon was pounding its massive feet into it as it lumbered toward the encampment.

It is in the shape of a chimera, but its moves are sluggish and pained despite the amount of force behind them. The eyes in its lion's head roll around in a lazy stupor, giant veins bulge from its goat body, and its serpent tail trails along lifelessly, only to lash out at a blinding speed at random intervals, demolishing sections of the wall.

Enormous…even Abel can only make a thirteen foot angel, and that put him in bed rest for weeks. At least he's doing what he can against that monstrosity, thinks Inanna as she sees Abel standing on a table directing his forces, forming lines of soldiers in practiced positions. Smaller demons stream out from behind the chimera, which the front line summoners slit their skin and start conjuring angels to meet. The air fills with flashes as more angels enter the fray, and the battle becomes fierce but immobile, neither side gaining or losing ground. Yet the colossus is on everyone's mind, seeding dread and panic in the ranks.

The chimera is about to reach the front lines when a cry of agony pierces the air – from Abel. He vehemently rips out his heart and stakes it to the ground, slumping as a flash brings forth a goliath almost as mighty as the chimera. He hovers right above the ground, toes pointed down, arms outstretched to form a cross with his body. As he opens his sleeping eyes and sees the melee, his gentle visage turns into a grimace, and his radiant skin flares into a dazzling orange and it launches itself at the chimera. The two tumble around the corridor into the main room, crushing angels and demons alike.

No more death, no more friends…lost…no more friends, cries Inanna as she watches the violent struggle. She almost slips into a withdrawn state but is broken out of it as she hears cackling behind her, Cain's voice permeating the air.

"Yes! Of course! Pure blood!"

Inanna pulls her eyes away from the frenzy in order to look behind her, seeing Cain running toward her holding a bundle of cloth in his arms.

"I know how they did it! I know how I can do it!"

Cain pulls out a crucifix dagger, and Inanna's mind is filled with confusion. What does he think he's doing? And then she sees the cloth slip away from the bundle.

"The purer the blood, the stronger the summon. That's why I couldn't do it, because I needed pure blood!"

He is screaming his lungs out as he runs toward the central room, but Inanna doesn't comprehend it. No, no, no, NO! That's your son you're holding!

Cain's eyes fill with rabid, zealous tears. "I'll show you, Abel! I'll show you all! I'll make you proud, brother!"

Cain onto the table that Abel is lying dead on, and slices open the baby's throat on top of him.

A portal opens in front of him, but it is neither a bright flash nor a black hole. Instead, it widens to reveal a red throne on top of a mountain of skulls, all in front of a scorched red landscape with geysers of fire and demons scuttling all around. The last thing that Cain's ecstatic eyes and Inanna's tear-filled eyes could see were clawed hands pulling a truly demonic horned head out of the portal. The last thing they heard was it rumble, "Pure blood for pure gain for pure evil."

The remaining angels abandoned Earth, for they had no power in a Hell.

Yep, zomg, Steven isn't totally ignorant! He actually knows about the Rapture and the Second Coming! I tried to fit in as many references and points of irony as I could, because it made it all the more fun to write. It's hard to be referential without being obscure, sadly.

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Close a door, open a door

Rejected: Columbia College, Johns Hopkins University.
Accepted: SUNY Binghamton, Boston University.
Waiting on (but is more or less in the bag): Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute.

I've said that I would be happy no matter where I got into, and that statement has held true. Unless RPI is willing to give me a full scholarship and a pet bunny, I will most likely attend Boston University. So I'll be seeing Kate among other *ahem* people.

I still consider RPI a very good school, but I'm just not sure whether I'd like its strong science/engineering focus. I still plan to major in computer science, and I do love computers, but I'm not always sure I have the skills to pursue it as a career. I'll definitely want to try other courses in college like psychology and maybe economics. RPI may be able to provide a better focus on computer science, but there's still some part of me that hesitates, and I'd rather keep my options open.

I really doubt I'll be talking much more about college now that this has been settled. The only things left to do are try to increase the drop in the bucket that is my financial aid package, and get a laptop. I'm looking for long battery life and feather-light, since I like dependability and I'm a weakling. The ThinkPad X60 seems great then, and at a decent price for an ultraportable if I only upgrade the RAM and battery off of the base package. It may look generic, but if anything, it'll just make it a less tempting target to steal.

But I'm still bringing my desktop computer. A growing boy needs his games.

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