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Since I didn't update yesterday, I'll write about the then before I write about the now.

Yesterday was the GoPo AP exam, and it wasn't bad at all. I think I got a good shot at a 5, and I do hope I at least got a 4.

Done with Advanced Placement United States Government and Politics. It seems unthinkable that I've put the last few papers neatly inside my three-inch-thick folder for that class, and taken the Big Test, and laughed to myself about the spelling of the word "committee" for the last time in what will probably be a long while, and yet it's still not the end of school. I don't think it will be possible for me to take the rest of the term seriously. Is this what's meant by "lame duck"?

... Well, I guess I haven't left all of that class behind me. Actually, it's been one of my most enjoyable classes this year. Mrs. Newmark was, at least in my opinion, a very good teacher. Politics is wacked-up enough to be quite interesting to learn about. I think I've left with a rather good taste in my mouth; or is that just the marble cake Mrs. Newmark brought in today?

So after the AP exam, it became evident to me that my friends had neglected to inform me that we were all going to Crabtree. Phone calls were hastily made, and after much haggling, I was given permission to go. So we went, and pottered at the mall, as well as at Toys 'R' Us and Barnes & Noble. I got my butt handed to me by Hannah in a game of Super Smash Bros. Melee, but I made the disclaimer beforehand that I have never, ever been any good at that game or any of its predecessors (which is true), so I didn't really feel bad about that. Sometime I'm going to set up a LAN and coerce Hannah into a little deathmatch in DM-Compressed. Teach her a thing or two about boost-dodging, I will.

How to Impress a n00b:
1. Get a n00b to chase you. Escape, but make sure they stay on your trail. (note: this only works on n00bs that understand the dual concepts of running and mouselook)
2. Find a nice big wall and stand about twenty feet away from it. Get out a flak cannon or something similarly wicked.
3. Run at the wall. This is best accomplished by holding down the W key.
4. When you are about seven feet away from the wall, double jump onto it (keeping W held down).
5. Release W and tap S twice quickly. You must do this while in the air and touching the wall.
6. As you somersault backwards over the head of the pursuing n00b, give it a nice burst of flak to the midsection.
7. About the time the gibs stop bouncing, the words "wtf f3nyx si teh chetar" will appear at the bottom of your screen, or something else more suited to one's moniker.

But anyway. The pottering was fun, and Diana is substantially sexier than Trevor.

What I meant by that last phrase was that I refuse to become involved in immature discussions of personal appearance. I just thought I'd make that clear. And Hannah was brought into the reverse-escalator-walking fold. Stop trying to pour water on me! EB now stocks only a token number of PC games. Machines that massage your calf muscles are repulsive. I'm finding another bench if we can't talk about something else. It's much faster to just jump the wall than to go around. Xan's powered armor was green, you jackass, not orange. Definitely a real plant. Would Leah call me a chauvinist if I activated an automatic door?

And it takes more than fourteen hours to drive to Alaska. Trust me on this one.

         posted on Thursday, May 15, 2003
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