<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:32:56.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedantic Platitudes</title><subtitle type='html'>Greetings! My name is Sam J and I am a student at Harvard University. Perhaps this blog will present a little look into the mundane yet unique events that make up my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1059</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-115001443719498277</id><published>2006-06-11T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T01:27:17.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I slept in and then had lunch. I watched some Will and Grace on TV, and then my sister and I went to SLO-town to go see Disney/Pixar’s latest release, Cars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to get a pet now that I’ll be home, since I’ve never had one growing up, but my parents keep saying no. My sister and I still went to the county’s animal services department, though, in the afternoon to pretend to pick out a dog. They all looked so sad!!! In sixth grade I volunteered at the animal shelter, but I had forgotten how lonely they all looked in their cages. I wanted to adopt them all so they’d smile again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw the cutest puppy that had just been brought in by the people right in front of us. It had worms and a distended belly. Poor puppy. Aww. I wanted to adopt him right there. My mother would kill me, though. We played with some other dogs, and then one super jumpy one (think Jessi’s dog Aphodite) started humping my leg, and I was so weirded out I had to leave.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We then went to see Cars downtown. It was a great movie. I didn’t think I’d like a movie about cars and racing, but Pixar’s done it again with great animation and a story that’s filled with heart. It was funny because the film’s themes sum up a lot of the things I learned this past semester in Positive Psychology… Life is about the journey, not the end result. It’s ok to lose your way sometimes because it will end up giving you more direction in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister then met up with her friends from high school, and we went to a Japanese restaurant for sushi. It was a cool restaurant, but overpriced. I like how for birthdays, they turn off the lights, turn on these flashing colored lights, and play a techno remix of some woman singing in an accent “Happy Birrsss-day to yooo… Happy Birrsss-day to yooo…!” Hilarity! It was like a birthday rave and it totally made my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to get ice cream at Bali’s frozen yogurt and Coldstone Creamery. At Coldstone I got a cake batter ice cream with black cherry mix in. Yum. My sister and I then drove back home, and I watched some TV, organized things, and watched some more television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we’re getting up early to go to Disneyland for a couple of days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote(s) of the Day: “The Diva Cup??? That just sounds like a recipe for TOXIC SHOCK SYNDROME!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know… you seem like the kind of person who would use the Diva Cup…” [Audible gasps] “What’s that supposed to mean?!?!” “I think, um, clean? The latest technology? Sleek? Smells nice?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stop pushing me into the old people!!!” “They’re not old; they’re Asian!!!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-115001443719498277?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/115001443719498277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/115001443719498277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-i-slept-in-and-then-had-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-115001432326126800</id><published>2006-06-10T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T01:25:23.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday was the longest day ever, filled with emotional highs and goodbyes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was Commencement Day, and we all had to get up at 6 a.m. to meet in the dining hall for a champagne breakfast. It was definitely too early to be drinking alcohol, but the breakfast was really nice. I enjoyed the croissant egg and cheese sandwich and all the fresh fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the breakfast my friend was sitting next to me, and she had a croissant sandwich that was cut in half. I asked her if she was going to eat it, and she said she wasn’t going to eat the other half. She started to hand me one half of the sandwich but then withdrew her hand, saying, “Oh, I think I took a bite from that half; here, I didn’t eat from this half.” And I said, “Wow, it’s like Russian roulette with oral herpes!” And my friend snapped at me, saying, “I don’t have oral herpes!” Sensing that she was offended, I said, “Oh, is it too early to be making oral herpes jokes?” And my other friend at the table turned around and said, “It’s never too early to be making oral herpes jokes!!!” Ah, my last hurrah in the Leverett Dining Hall. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close to 7, our house master began screaming at us to line up for the procession to Harvard Yard. His usage of the German word “Schnell! Schnell!” was, um, interesting. “I thought these iron-fisted verbal techniques fell out of popularity following the fall of the Third Reich in the 1940s, but I guess a revival of Nazi Germany is in order!!!” A Dixieland jazz band led our procession into the yard, and it was fun and festive while we made our way to the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were led into Memorial Church for a service with Reverend Gomes, but our house got there very early, and all the students from the other houses had not yet arrived, so we waited there in the church. At least we had really great seats. After they all came and settled into the church, Reverend Gomes delivered a speech called “The Multitude of the Wise,” based on the Bible quote “The multitude of the wise is the welfare of the world.” It was an inspirational speech about how with more educated people in society, the better off it is. He also talked about the doubt and regrets we graduates may feel about our four years at Harvard and reassured us that we were prepared to take on the challenges of the world. Then he said, “And anyways, they had to give these Harvard degrees to somebody… it might as well be all of you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed outside again and watched the procession of faculty members, led by Harvard University President Larry Summers. We then were seated in Tercentenary Theater in Harvard Yard, where we waited for the Commencement Exercises to begin. It was still a very wet day, although thank goodness it didn’t rain as hard as it did the day before during Class Day. There was light rain throughout the ceremony, but we were all prepared with umbrellas and ponchos worn underneath our gowns. The mortarboards also deflected much of the rain from our faces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All traditional protocol was followed, with Harvard hymns and rousing anthems performed by the Harvard University Band and Choir. There were also the traditional orations delivered in Latin and English by students. Then the university president and the deans of the various schools that make up Harvard University conferred degrees to the graduating classes of 2006. It was fun to see what the students of the various graduate schools held up in the air when their degrees were announced. For example, the graduating students of the Harvard School of Dentistry held up tubes of toothpaste when their degree was conferred, and the students of the Graduate School of Education held up children’s books at their announcement. My family had gotten up early to get good seats for the ceremony. Finally, the university conferred honorary Harvard degrees to various faculty members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Morning Exercises, we headed to our residential houses for smaller ceremonies to actually receive our diplomas. The ceremony was held indoors because of the rain. It got really emotional because we were finally getting our diplomas and it was the last time the senior class of Leverett House would be all together. Our names were announced one by one to pick up our diplomas in front of friends and family members, and then we said goodbye to our house masters, senior tutor, and residential tutors. A box lunch in the dining hall with our families followed. The diploma is really nice. I’ll have to find a nice frame for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I then headed to Sanders Theater for the Afternoon Exercises. Larry Summers gave a speech about the state of the university, talking about his accomplishments as president and his hopes of continued improvements even after he leaves the university. Our commencement speaker was broadcast journalist Jim Lehrer of the News Hour with Jim Lehrer on PBS. His speech proposed mandatory public service for all US citizens in order to create a shared experience for everyone in the country. And with that, I was all done with Harvard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I wandered about the Harvard campus one last time to take pictures, and then we went to the Coop to return my cap and gown and for my mother to get some more souvenirs. We then had Thai food for dinner at 9 Tastes and then I used the $25 gift certificate I received at Finale, where we got 5 mini desserts to split among our family. We got cheesecake, tiramisu, crème brulee, Boston cream pie, and chocolate cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, I was sad to be leaving the next day, so I was listening to sad goodbye songs like “I will remember you; will you remember me?” and “I hope you had the time of your life” and “Here’s to the night we felt alive… here’s to goodbye tomorrow’s gonna come too soon…” while looking at pictures of my friends on my computer from the past four years of college. SAD TEAR!!! I then decided I would start the rounds of saying goodbye, so I went to visit my friend Molly, who was also sad to have to be saying goodbye. We chatted for a bit and then proceeded to go to the 6th floor U, where we said goodbye to more people. A bunch of others visited, and we chatted one last time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went with Marion and Angela and Molly and Mike to the Charles where we proceeded to burn lists of unsatisfactory people and things from our time at Harvard, a sort of cathartic release of the negative feelings so we won’t carry them away with us. I then went to the Kong for one last snack at that venerable restaurant where I spent so many Friday and Saturday nights. Ah, I’m going to miss the surly waiters… and the grease. I said goodbye to my friends Marion, Fran, and Kayt, and Caroline and Melissa. I then went and said goodbye to more people on the 6th floor U and proceeded to Mather to say goodbye to Kayt again along with her roommates. We chatted some more, but everyone was exhausted from getting up so early for commencement, so we all went to sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I got up early and Kayt came over. I had to finish packing and send things over to the donation bin, and Kayt ever so kindly helped me. We went to have lunch at Pinocchio’s Pizza one last time, in memory of all our late-night trips to get food from there freshman year when we lived across the hall from each other. Who knew then at the beginning of freshman year when Kayt and I first met to awkwardly watch fuzzy programming on MTV2 with the rest of our roommates that we’d end up being best friends at Harvard? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then visited our friends Ben and Scott and said goodbye to them. Kayt then helped me get my stuff down to the sidewalk and waited with me for my taxi. We said goodbye one last time, and I rode off to the airport to fly back to California. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a sad evening/morning… I said goodbye to so many good friends. I kept thinking to myself that I’d see them again sometime, but it wasn’t very consoling because I wouldn’t see them all the time anymore. I’m going to miss all the good company… the good times. Sad tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the airport, I dropped off luggage with my family, since I was on a different flight. It was storming pretty heavily in Boston that last day, so my flight was delayed for a couple of hours. There were also delays in my stopovers in Philadelphia and Las Vegas. Las Vegas was nice, in the 15 minutes I spent there. The airport is right next to the Strip, and the city is lit up so nicely at night. The temperature was a nice 90 degrees in the middle of the night, too. I’m going to have to visit Las Vegas again sometime. I finally arrived back at home at about 2:30 a.m., tired and sad from all the last minute packing and saying goodbye to everyone. Alas. Time for sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus begins a new chapter in my life. The real world awaits with new adventures and possibilities. I can’t wait to see what happens next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sam J: You just graduated from Harvard, what are you going to do next?!?”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m going to Disneyland!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote(s) of the Day: “I’m disconcerted!” “Oh, poo poo.” [in unison] “PLATTER!!!” [still in unison] “We are the same person!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am in no way racist against Asians, as evidenced by my roommates. I’ve got a South Asian, a half-Asian, a regular Asian…” &lt;br /&gt;“What are regular Asians?” &lt;br /&gt;“Oh, you know… the ones that aren’t South Asian or half Asian…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sit down unless you want a degree in dentistry!!!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-115001432326126800?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/115001432326126800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/115001432326126800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/06/thursday-was-longest-day-ever-filled.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114974566338347355</id><published>2006-06-07T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T23:16:14.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, I can't believe I graduate from college tomorrow. So many thoughts are going through my head... I can't express them all. Maybe I'll try once I get back home on Saturday and have some time to settle down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past couple of days have been a whirlwind of activity. On Tuesday, after staying up late packing, I joined my friend Alex for a lunch buffet at a local Indian restaurant. It was rushed, but I had to run off for the first official Commencement Week activity: The Baccalaureate Services, one of the oldest traditions at Harvard. We all dressed up in our caps and gowns and walked around Harvard Yard in a grand procession before ending up in Memorial Church, where the Reverend Peter Gomes welcomed us in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, we soon-to-be graduates listened to inspirational readings from a wide variety of religious texts from many different faiths, read by several students from our class. The church choir also sang. The president of Harvard, former Secretary of the Treasury Larry Summers (his signature is on US paper currency from his years serving under the Clinton administration) addressed us and gave us encouraging words of advice. It was a hot day, and our caps and gowns made us feel even hotter. Afterwards, we went outside to the steps of Widener Library for a Class of 2006 panoramic photo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then rushed off to the airport to pick up my parents and my sister, who are visiting this week for graduation. I helped them take luggage to their hotel and check in, and then we went downtown to have dinner at Legal Sea Foods. My parents had lobster, and I enjoyed an order of the coconut shrimp appetizer, along with a cup of New England clam chowder and half of my sister's order of the Alaskan butterfish, marinated in soy and served with a seaweed salad, light wasabi sauce, and white rice. Yum. We then went to the Cheesecake Factory and got a slice of peanut butter cup cheesecake to share. I then showed them more of downtown Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back to campus, I ran into some friends who were organizing a low-key get-together to play board games, so I joined them. We played "Bowl full of Names" and started a game of Trivial Pursuit. I then stayed up a little later to pack some more for my move out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I met my parents and they helped me pack some of my possessions into the empty suitcases they brought over from the hotel. At noon, we headed over to Harvard Yard to have our lunch. However, it was pouring rain like crazy, and so the outdoor Class Day picnic had to be had indoors. It was a nice sandwich lunch, and we enjoyed it inside a Science Center lecture hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents decided to stay inside and watch the afternoon Class Day speakers inside on a live video feed, but my sister and I decided to be adventurous and go out in ponchos and umbrellas into the rain to watch the speakers live. Because it was so wet outside, we were able to get second-row seats, since most people didn't want to sit out and get wet. We still got soaked despite our raingear, and it was obnoxious because the people in front of us kept dumping a lot of rainwater onto us by tipping their umbrellas back. At the event, we listened to a number of student speakers (two serious speeches (one from a male student, one from a female student) and two humorous speeches (again, one male one female). The humorous speeches were hilarious and really touched on some of the more absurd aspects of the Harvard experience, and the serious speeches were quite inspirational. My friend Molly won the competition for the female serious speech, so she delivered the one she wrote. All our friends were really proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our featured Class Day speaker was Seth MacFarlane, the creator, producer, writer, and voice actor for the amazingly hilarious show Family Guy. His speech was amazing. He started his speech by delivering advice as himself and then said, "But, I know you all, like my mother, don't want to hear my voice... you want to hear the voices of the characters on the show..." He then started speaking in Peter Griffin's voice and gave advice as if Peter was giving a commencement speech. He then gave the floor to Stewie Griffin, who in his typical take-over-the-world attitude congratulated us with a ton of contempt, as usual. During this part he did what I consider one of Stewie's funniest routines: asking one rhetorical question after another, with his voice getting higher and higher pitched until he can't go any higher. Stewie is my favorite character. That British accent is great. And in the last part of the speech Seth did his Quagmire voice. Haha. It was amazing. It was so surreal to hear these voices outside the context of the cartoon, but his voice talents are so remarkable. I laughed a lot; I'm only sad that during his speech it rained so hard it was difficult to hear him even over the loud sound system where we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Class Day festivities, we returned to my room and dried off a bit, having gotten extremely wet at the event and walking back from it. At 5, we went to the House Master's Reception in my residential house, where parents and students could mingle and converse and enjoy snacks. The food was great; all these gourmet sandwiches (my favorite was crab salad and avocado in a croissant), desserts (fruit tarts, gooey chocolate cake, cheesecake, fresh fruit kebabs), and other amazing foods (grilled shrimp with key lime reduction sauce, pigs in a blanket, mini spanikopitas,   sushi, potato pancakes). I had them all. It was nice to meet all my friends' parents who were in town for graduation. My parents enjoyed meeting my friends, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the reception, we went to the mall, where I needed to redeem a gift certificate for a large amount which was given to me. I didn't expect another chance to go to this particular mall before I left Boston, so I had to get it done. I ended up using it to get a present for my father for the upcoming Father's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then came back to my room after my parents returned to their hotel and continued to pack some more. Now, I have to go to bed "early" because tomorrow I have to get up at 6 a.m. because it's Commencement Day, and I'm going to get my Harvard degree. Sooo excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote(s) of the Day: "Sam J is part of my pussy... I mean, posse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm like Mary Malady - worse than Debbie Downer - Would you like to hear about my parasitic infestation? Or my septic shoulder infection???"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114974566338347355?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114974566338347355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114974566338347355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/06/wow-i-cant-believe-i-graduate-from.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114974503632119838</id><published>2006-06-07T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T22:37:16.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm. My word of the day today was floccinaucinihilipilification, which means estimating something as worthless. Interesting... I'll have to start using this word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114974503632119838?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114974503632119838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114974503632119838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/06/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114958992524567454</id><published>2006-06-06T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T03:32:05.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha... I realize that in my posts, all it sounds like I've done in the last two weeks is eat, socialize with friends, eat, socialize with friends, eat, socialize with friends, and have fun. Oh, the hedonism. But it's the last time I'm going to see my friends here, so I want to make the most of it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114958992524567454?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114958992524567454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114958992524567454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/06/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114958818547338832</id><published>2006-06-06T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T03:29:31.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday was such a great day... After having stayed up until 10 a.m. that morning playing Settlers of Catan online (yes, I have a problem), I finally went to sleep and woke up at 5 p.m. to visit Kayt and Co. for the Mather House BBQ, which was great because there was free food, and not only that, but it was good free food. There were the usual barbecue items like hamburgers and hot dogs, but they had salads and pasta and this amazing strawberry shortcake sheet cake. It was so good. I then went upstairs to play a game of Settlers of Catan and was so close to winning for the first time ever, but the couple with whom I was playing the game got upset at each other and left in the middle of the game. Alas. I had fun hanging out with friends, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went to a study break hosted by my entryway tutors. Although the sushi ran out quickly, I was pretty full from the earlier barbecue, so I just had some sweets for dessert (a cannoli and chocolate-covered strawberry). I then went back to my room to get ready for the Senior Soiree, the last formal of our college experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommates and I were hosting a pre-party, so a bunch of people visited and we chatted and had a good start to the evening. Everyone was dressed ever-so nicely, and we took lots of pictures before heading out to the formal, which was in this giant tent constructed in the lawn in front of the Science Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun at the Senior Soiree. The music was dreadful, as expected, but for some reason I was not miserable at this formal as I was at some other formals... This one was with the whole school and not just our residential house, so it was fun to run into so many other people I knew. They also had great snacks, including an "industrial size" (haha) chocolate fountain that kept flowing through the night; the dipping snacks, however, which included fresh strawberries, pineapple chunks, graham crackers, pretzels, and marshmallows, ran out pretty quickly. They also had other snacks such as cheese, grapes, lemon bars, and brownies. Yum. I love chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We danced and chatted, and everyone looked amazing in their formal wear. I wish there were more events like this in "real life" because everyone looks so much better in a  formal dress or tuxedo. It was fun to promenade and see all the cute couples. A highlight of the evening was when I (accidentially, I swear) poured water on this much-hated &lt;strike&gt;coke dealer&lt;/strike&gt; girl in our senior class. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party ended way too early at 1 a.m., so we headed back to my room for an after party. We then went to the Kong for some Chinese food, but they weren't seating people anymore, so my friends got some food to go. We then headed to the Weeks footbridge and chatted and laughed loudly and happily into the morning. It was one of the best nights evarrr. We watched as some crazy drunk people jumped off the bridge into the dirty Charles River, talked about inappropriate things, and ate Twinkies, goldfish crackers, and Chinese noodles. Oh, what a beautiful evening. I had such a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I slept into the afternoon. I then went to run some errands and picked up my cap and gown for graduation on Thursday. Ah, I can't believe how little time there is left before I have to leave! At 6 p.m. I met up with my friends Alex and Alex to have dinner in Porter Exchange. We found this nice Japanese restaurant, and I had a teriyaki chicken dinner with California rolls, complete with green tea. Very delicious, but slightly overpriced. I then walked back to Leverett with guy Alex and I got some strawberry cheesecake ice cream from Baskin Robbins. So good. We chatted in his room and then girl Alex came back, and we talked some more and took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went to visit Kayt and her roommates and friends. We played a game of Settlers of Catan, and I won for the first time ever! Yay. All those hours of playing the game online against computers have finally paid off. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then walked to the Quad to visit some friends who were having a get-together on the last day before parents arrive. We watched a hilarious episode of Family Guy and then chatted and listened to music. I then went to Currier House across the way to meet up with the cast members of the 2003 Freshman Musical, which I was in. We had a screening of a video taken of one of the performances from three years ago and relived memories from participating in the show. Even though I only had, like, three lines in the entire show, I still enjoyed the experience and being part of such a hilarious show. The songs were excellent, too. I think the guys who wrote the songs for the show will go on to write amazing shows on Broadway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then stayed up through the night starting to clean my room. I haven't started packing yet, and it's going to be a pain getting everything in order to move out on Friday and go home. Ahhh, I don't know if I'll make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, commencement activities begin! We have an address from the Harvard reverend and the Class of 2006 photo this afternoon, and my family is arriving! My parents and my sister are going to be here through Friday for graduation. Oh, it should be good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote(s) of the Day: "I thought he was gay!" "No, he's just awkward."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sad vag... Happy vag!" "Period vag... Orgasm vag!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a feeling pussy tastes like ham." "No, ham is more savory..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114958818547338832?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114958818547338832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114958818547338832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/06/sunday-was-such-great-day.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114946641758303028</id><published>2006-06-04T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T17:13:37.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention that last night as Kayt and I were walking back from the restaurant we saw a possum run out in front of us. It was just like in the &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/tgsmenu.html"&gt;Teen Girl Squad&lt;/a&gt;... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;POSSUMS&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114946641758303028?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114946641758303028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114946641758303028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-forgot-to-mention-that-last-night-as.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114940702952476347</id><published>2006-06-04T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T02:38:10.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was sooo much fun. I got up early and went to breakfast at the Adams dining hall with friends. Then we boarded our charter bus and headed to Agawam, MA for Six Flags New England!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a ton of fun. We got there at 11 a.m. and stayed until 6 p.m., which was a few hours before the park's closing, but it wasn't dreadfully crowded, so we were able to go on a good number of rides. While there weren't very many tourists at the park, there were a lot of other student groups from varous high schools and middle schools in the region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on the Superman roller coaster three times. It's no wonder that it was voted one of the world's best roller coasters... with its 22-story first drop, its top speed of 77 miles per hour, and its multiple hills and high-speed turns. Because it goes over so many little hills at such a high speed, you get this amazing feeling of weightlessness that I love. The first drop is amazing, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a bunch of other fun rides I went on with my friends. Batman was a cool "floorless" roller coaster with multiple inversions, and the Mind Eraser was a fast, albeit short, suspended coaster that was cool because the cars come so close to the supports that it feels like your legs are going to crash into them. We also went on a new raft water ride that kept us spinning like crazy with a watery finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the rides were so intense, I didn't want to eat a big lunch, so I shared an order of fried dough with my friend Marion. We asked for a ton of powdered sugar and cinnamon sugar on top, so it was tasty, sweet, and amazing. Soooo good. My friend also ordered fried Oreos, and I tried one because I'll try any food once. It was actually really tasty, but I couldn't really taste the Oreo inside because the fried batter on the outside had such a strong taste, particularly with all the powdered sugar on top. Digression: The food offerings in the park were really expensive. A slice of pizza went for $7.99 (compared to $5.89 at Disneyland - you know it's bad when it's more expensive than Disney...), and I think a hamburger was more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was running into everyone from my senior class everywhere in the park. You'd be in line for a ride and right behind you would be someone you knew. It was fun to hang out with friends all day. Good times. I heart theme parks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned at about 8 to Harvard, and Marion and I went to Felipe's for dinner. I got a chicken quesadilla with sour cream, and that was filling. We then went to the Winthrop Junior Common Room to go get our prizes for being a Last Senior Standing. For the last month of senior year, my friend Marion and I went to each Last Senior Standing event Sunday through Thursday nights for 30 days held at local "establishments." They said they had $3,000 worth of prizes to give to the winners, and with 40 winners, each person should have received much more. However, we each got a Harvard stein that's on sale at the store for only $25. Boo. I was expecting a stupid prize from the start, but this one really sucks. Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went to my friend Krupa's birthday party, which was fun because we chatted, ate snacks, drank drinks, and danced to fun music! We stayed up talking until the sun came up, and then I went to sleep because I was so tired from waking up so early, walking around at Six Flags, and then partying all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I slept in and then went to visit my friend Kayt. We chatted, ate kettle corn from Six Flags, and planned where we were going to go for dinner. After much indecision, we opted to go for 9 Tastes, which serves Thai food. I hadn't had Thai food in a long time, so it was exciting. I tried the spicy noodles with chicken. They were spicy, indeed, but so delicious. All the vegetables stir fried in with the dish were good, too. I then visited my friend Marion, who was hosting a board games and video games party. We played some Mario Kart on her Game Cube, made fun of interesting websites online, drank tea, and played a dreadful game of Bowl Full of Nouns (dreadful because we were only allowed to write down names of people, and that to me made the game less fun, it seemed, because not everyone knew all the people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went to visit Kayt and her roommates and friends again to play the addictive board game Settlers of Catan. I still have never won the game, but I still enjoy playing it with the hope that I will eventually. We also chatted and laughed loudly and heartily. Like giants. (Kayt will accuse me of calling her fat with that comment, but I'm going to deny it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the Senior Soiree... the last college formal ever. I'm going to have so much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote(s) of the Day: "Telling people off is one of life's little pleasures..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While playing Super Mario Brothers:&lt;br /&gt;"I hate that fish... it always chases you like it's going to rape you."&lt;br /&gt;"I always think it's going to perform oral sex because of its huge inviting lips."&lt;br /&gt;"It looks like it's going to 'fellaterape' Mario!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114940702952476347?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114940702952476347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114940702952476347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/06/yesterday-was-sooo-much-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114914779222863060</id><published>2006-06-01T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T00:23:16.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Tuesday, I started the day by having lunch with a friend, who talked to me about Christianity. It was an interesting conversation, but it didn't really change my mind about religion. Afterwards, I spent some time with some other friends, watched videos from parties from previous years, and chatted. I then went to get a haircut to look nice for graduation next week. I then went to the MAC, where I ran for a mile and did some general exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I met up with some friends and had dinner. We then went to the Harvard Square theater to watch The Da Vinci Code. I hadn't read the book, so I enjoyed the movie simply as a summer blockbuster thriller. I liked the movie a lot because I am a fan of treasure hunt/mystery thriller films. It reminded me of National Treasure, but more serious. I liked all the scenes in Paris and the Louvre because I went there last summer when I was in Europe for the first time. It was cool because I kept noticing in the movie all the places I'd been... like the streets around the Louvre, the glass pyramids outside, the hall with all the Da Vinci paintings, the Mona Lisa, etc. I remember when I was at the Louvre that lots of tourists were carrying copies of The Da Vinci Code, trying to see all the artwork and locations that were mentioned in the book. Even the sketchy park where the drug dealers were in the movie... the friend with whom I stayed while I was in Paris actually lives a few blocks from that park, and even though the park is sketchy, the neighborhood where my friend lives is actually really nice and upscale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've shared these before, but here are some pictures I took last summer when I was at the Louvre of things that I think appeared in the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-383.facebook.com/ip005/v31/94/29/1917/n1917_30666383_2071.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-385.facebook.com/ip005/v31/94/29/1917/n1917_30666385_2917.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-386.facebook.com/ip005/v31/94/29/1917/n1917_30666386_5061.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-387.facebook.com/ip005/v31/94/29/1917/n1917_30666387_5557.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-645.facebook.com/ip002/v11/94/29/1917/n1917_30281645_7112.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching The Da Vinci Code was particularly interesting because of my conversation earlier in the day with my super-Christian friend, who tried to impart to me the importance of Jesus Christ as the "son of god." I told her that while I agree that he was a real historical figure and that he had some significant, meaningful, and world-changing teachings, I had trouble believing that he was anything more than just a man. The Da Vinci code touched on this theme of whether Jesus was divine or merely a man, and Tom Hanks' character says, "What matters is what you believe." How true. How strangely appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had lunch, then went to pick up tickets for myself and my family for graduation events next week. I then rushed to the psychology department and participated in three hour-long psychology studies to make $30 in cash. Yay, money. I had nothing better to do in the afternoon, and it was nice to make some money, considering how much I've been spending this week on food (since we don't get dinner in the dining hall anymore). I then went downtown, hung out, and then went to the school-sponsored senior class "Last Chance Dance," where singles take the chance to hook up with each other sketchily on the dance floor. Because I am pure and innocent, there were no such dirrrty hookups for me on the dance floor. However, earlier in the day I had run into a former date, and that was extremely awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DJ at the Last Chance Dance was actually really good. S/he played a great mix of pop/techno/hip hop, and I enjoyed dancing to the music. The lighting in the huge club ("The Roxy") was great, too, and there were great snacks. I had a great time partying. Afterwards, instead of taking a cab back to school, my friends and I decided it was too nice of an evening to waste, so we walked back to campus. It actually only took us one hour to get back, and at our brisk pace, it was probably a 5-mile walk. But it was such a beautiful, clear, warm night that the return trip was well-worth the exertion. Plus it was a good wind-down from the intensity of the dance. When we crossed the bridge over the Charles River on our way back, the view of the Boston skyline was so beautiful in the nighttime, with the water in the foreground. I wish I had my camera with me so I could have taken pictures. For some reason, this view underscored just how little time I have left here in the city. I'm going to miss Boston a lot, having spent so many years here. I can't believe that graduation is so soon and that I'll have to leave all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I slept in because I was so tired, and then I went to a "luau" at the Quad. Since the dining hall doesn't serve dinner anymore, it was nice to have this free dinner. And what a great dinner it was. There was sweet and sour chicken, coconut rice, pineapple glazed pork, salad with sesame soy dressing, seared mahi mahi, fresh pineapple chunks, and macadamia nut chocolate chip cookies. There were also ice cream sandwiches and Klondike Bars. Yum yum. Best dinner evarrr. I socialized with friends and listened to the god-awful karaoke singers, who sang along to some pretty fun tunes. But then it started raining heavily, so we walked to the theater for the senior talent show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talent show featured several students from our class performing a variety of acts, from cultural dances to personally-written pop songs to piano instrumental performances and sing-alongs. It was interesting because some of the people who performed at this senior talent show also performed at the freshman talent show four years ago. It was so full circle. There was also a slide show of images from throughout our four years here. Oh, once again I am reminded of how imminent my departure from this amazing institution is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, my friends and I went to Uno's pizzeria to get some food. I split the pizza skins appetizer, which was basically like a pizza, as well as the "Chocolate WOW," which was a very rich warm chocolate brownie with lots of chocolate sauce, vanilla ice cream, and whipped cream. I ate so much today. Afterwards, I went to visit my friends, with whom I played Settlers of Catan, an addictive board game. We also chatted a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be fun fun fun!!! There is a big senior class trip to Six Flags New England, and a lot of my friends are going. We will enjoy amazing roller coasters and hang out with each other! It will also be a strange full circle experience with my friend Kayt because I went to Six Flags with her freshman year, and that was one of our first activities as friends after we first met. We also have this theme park thing going on, since we spent so much time at Walt Disney World during spring break this year. Oh, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote(s) of the Day: "Asian is the new Jewish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care about what's going on in Afghanistan ... I care about my ORGASM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you like them small and perky?" "All you need is a mouthful! I need ice cream."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114914779222863060?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114914779222863060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114914779222863060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/06/on-tuesday-i-started-day-by-having.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114896949068761961</id><published>2006-05-29T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T17:57:44.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, my friend set up her annual "Advice Table" in bustling Harvard Square. It was a nice day, so it was a good time to do it. We put up a sign that said "Free Advice From Harvard Students" as an ironic statement about how everyone thinks that we know everything just because we go to Harvard, and we dispensed free advice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first started out two years ago, we charged 25 cents, but that was against the rules of the square, so we started doing it for free. Questions today ranged from the mudane ("What restaurant should I eat at tonight?") to the mind-bogglingly complex ("I'm in an arranged marriage and have a baby daughter, but I'm totally in love with another woman, who is in an arranged marriage with another man; what should I do?"). I had to leave for a bit in the middle, but apparently during that time, political activists confronted the advice table and tried to get our vote, and a middle-aged man threatened to take off his pants. Oh, the crazies of Harvard Square...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy with the marital problem gave us $30 for listening to his story and giving advice (he seemed rich and enjoyed throwing money around, according to the things he said, such as financing other couples' weddings and paying to relocate people he liked to live closer to him...), so afterwards we walked to Inman Square again and got Indian food at Punjabi Dhaba. This time I had the chicken tikka masala, which was excellent. We also went to Christina's ice cream again, where I got a scoop of mango ice cream and another scoop of carrot cake ice cream. We all got ice cream with the $30. Yay, free ice cream! When I get home I'm so going to buy myself an ice cream machine to make my own cool creations. I'm sure there are recipes online...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I spent some time online and then went to visit some friends. I chatted with my friend Kayt, and then headed back to my room to sort through all the clothes in my room and do laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote(s) of the Day: "I have to go do my laundry, and that's not a racial joke." "Well, I have to go pick cotton, and that's not a racial joke, either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I love fish so much. When I go to an aquarium, I get so hungry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is what [name redacted] gets when he's drunk." "An erection?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, friends and sex... That's what makes the world go 'round."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114896949068761961?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114896949068761961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114896949068761961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-my-friend-set-up-her-annual.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114886715411984779</id><published>2006-05-28T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T00:09:50.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Major update!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a lot has happened in the last few weeks... I hadn't been posting because after classes ended I had a 15-20 minute presentation, a 10 page paper, then a 5 page paper, then another 10 page paper. It was pretty intense, and even worse it's senior spring, so it's hard to get motivated to do anything academic. I still managed to have some fun, though... I ate some good food, went on some dates, and had a generally good time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leverett Spring Formal a few weeks ago was dreadful, despite being held at the posh Faculty Club. The food ran out early, and while the music was decent, I was upset at the quality of the drinks, the lack of snacks, and its early ending time. I was able to salvage the evening, however, by crashing the Mather formal and hanging out with my friends there. Their formal went an hour later and they still had a ton of food (including strawberries and a chocolate fondue) until the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had papers due right up until my first exam, and then another exam was two days later. My last exam was this past Wednesday, and while I studied hard and watched lecture videos online at a barely intelligible 2.5x speed, I don't think I did too well on my very last exam at Harvard. Alas. I filled in what I didn't know with other things I did know, and perhaps extra points will be awarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh, how good it feels to be all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I visited my friends, and we watched a terrible b horror film from the 50s with scary subliminal images (they weren't actually subliminal because we could see them, but the images were pretty scary). We also chatted and ate snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, my friends and I went to see X3. It was a good movie, better than the reviews had made it out to be, but it's true there were too many characters to develop any of them very well. It also had a surprising number of sad moments. I still really liked the movie and its social commentary. That night, I went to three different parties (since it was the last day of exams), and general craziness ensued... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-468.facebook.com/n21/231/39/2552/n2552_30643468_5516.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I went to lunch, chatted with friends, and also said goodbye to some non-senior friends. We graduating seniors get to stay until graduation, but everyone else has to move out. In the afternoon, I chatted with a friend and we walked around the courtyard. I noticed that in the donation bin someone had left cabbage seeds, and down the path someone had thrown away a clay pot. I made the executive decision that no homeless person would need cabbage seeds, so I planted them in one of the pots. If they germinate, I'll have to have one of the tutors here take care of the plant, since I certainly cannot fly it back to California. My potted plant from the end of last year barely made it to Philadelphia on the train, let alone a 6-hour plane ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, we friends met up and walked to Inman Square to enjoy Indian food at Punjabi Dhaba, which is supposed to serve the best Indian food in the area. It was really great. I had the chicken saagwala, which is chicken in a spinach sauce. It was great with rice. We had to go out for food because the dining hall, now that school is over, only serves breakfast and lunch. Too bad no dinner, but it does prompt us to get out and try some of these local (but very overpriced) restaurants. After our Indian food, we went to Christina's Ice Cream, famous for its exotic flavors. They had all sorts of regular flavors, as well as the more... interesting, including corn, avocado, white asparagus, and celery. I test-tasted the avocado, and it wasn't bad. For my order, though, I got a scoop of carrot cake ice cream and a scoop of green tea ice cream. All in a waffle cone. Yummm. The carrot cake ice cream was amazing. And the total cost was still the same as a small cup of Coldstone Creamery ice cream. Yay, (cheap) ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days have been exceptionally nice, weather-wise. Very humid in the morning and early afternoon, but just right in the later afternoon and evening. Today, after lunch, I went with my friends Kayt and Rachel to say goodbye to our mutual friend, who is a junior and is leaving. We played one last round of the board game Settlers of Catan (one of our favorite pasttimes). Then we watched the second half of Mulan, which we started a few days ago. So much drag... so much commentary on socialized gender roles. For dinner, my friends and I all got our own food and brought it to a picnic along the picturesque Charles River. It was so warm and pretty outside on the grass along the river, with ivy-covered brick buildings nearby. Ah, Harvard... I shall miss thee. Sort of. I'll definitely miss all my friends here, with whom I've been hanging out since we finally have free time and have nothing else to do besides socialize. We sat there by the river, chatting, enjoying the atmosphere, and reminiscing about good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I went to a friend's birthday party, and then managed some business. Tomorrow should be fun, as senior week and parties galore continue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote(s) of the Day: "He must have sent me a picture of when he was 150 pounds lighter... the guy was a fucking manatee!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just don't think the physical limitations of the lower intestine should be challenged in such a way..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do we need goldfish? Why don't you get something with more meat on it? We have a carp in the freezer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to be a Brahman!!! Are you one of those Untouchables??? Stay away!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Her wonderment over those simple concepts is like being amazed that water boils at 100 degrees Celsius." "No, it's more like, Wow, water boils!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My breasts are a war zone!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you calling me a sensitive slutty herpetic whale?!?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114886715411984779?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114886715411984779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114886715411984779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/05/major-update-so-lot-has-happened-in.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114769608171356817</id><published>2006-05-26T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T11:12:31.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh! "I Have To Deal With Something Racial Every Day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my pants rolled up a bit because it had been raining nonstop outside for the past week, and I didn't want my pants to get wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl notices my legs and tells me, "You're the first Asian guy I've ever seen with hair on his legs..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh! Apparently I'm some freak of nature...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that, or that girl's never seen an Asian guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114769608171356817?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114769608171356817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114769608171356817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/05/ahhh-i-have-to-deal-with-something.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114851607289764295</id><published>2006-05-24T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T17:14:32.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay!!! I'm all done!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just had my last final this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation is two weeks from tomorrow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114851607289764295?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114851607289764295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114851607289764295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/05/yay-im-all-done-i-just-had-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114822303565539785</id><published>2006-05-21T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T07:50:35.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exchange of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: meditate every morning&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes, i'll have to do that&lt;br /&gt;Alex: and remember to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh, i forgot to...&lt;br /&gt;Me: no wonder my face was turning blue&lt;br /&gt;Alex: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, Alex, you made it onto my blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114822303565539785?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114822303565539785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114822303565539785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/05/exchange-of-day-alex-meditate-every.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114820442698597761</id><published>2006-05-21T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T02:40:26.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay, two exams down, one more to go!!! Sooo close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the stores in the square already have "Congratulations!" and "Graduation!" banners up, and they are getting ready to set up commencement tents in the yard already. It all looks so festive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114820442698597761?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114820442698597761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114820442698597761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/05/yay-two-exams-down-one-more-to-go-sooo.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114790374255335521</id><published>2006-05-17T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T15:09:02.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay, I just finished my very last paper of college!!! Woo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, CRISIS! Exam, tomorrow morning!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114790374255335521?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114790374255335521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114790374255335521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/05/yay-i-just-finished-my-very-last-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114769637982066302</id><published>2006-05-15T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T05:33:35.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Late last night, my friends and I did the "Tragedy" dance in the dining hall, while random people watched confusedly, and it was one of the best moments ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114769637982066302?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114769637982066302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114769637982066302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/05/late-last-night-my-friends-and-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114752849300931278</id><published>2006-05-13T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T11:04:38.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness... I can't believe I never wrote about this part of our Disney World trip: Asia Bagus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shopping complex across the street from the youth hostel in which we stayed there was a restaurant called "Asia Bagus." When I saw it, I was like, "What the fuck's an Asia Bagus?!?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-429.facebook.com/n25/135/102/1786/n1786_30560429_4442.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently it's an Indonesian/sushi restaurant, but Asia Bagus sounds like some obscure body part... Like, Help me - my Asia Bagus is inflamed! Or, I need surgery on my Asia Bagus. Or, Your Asia Bagus is showing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, how is your Asia Bagus?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, it's has gotten better; the green tea and the daily spleen massages have been quite calming for my Asia Bagus condition."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Asia Bagus is aflame with longing... I hope yours is the same!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Asia Bagus is pronounced something different... like ahhzeeeya bahgooogh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like some Ahhzeeeya Bahgooogh with your caviar???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I'll stop now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114752849300931278?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114752849300931278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114752849300931278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-my-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114752574202343522</id><published>2006-05-13T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T06:09:02.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, there were cinnamon rolls this morning at breakfast, and tonight there's going to be make your own sushi night... Yay for delicious foods; they make me so happy. Today totally makes my entire life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114752574202343522?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114752574202343522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114752574202343522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/05/wow-there-were-cinnamon-rolls-this.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114723909182633645</id><published>2006-05-09T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T22:48:04.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh! My friend is such a tease! A recent conversation with her online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: I am about to have an affair!&lt;br /&gt;Me: gasp!&lt;br /&gt;Me: a love affair???&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Yes...with two...not one...&lt;br /&gt;Me: like, cheating on one person with two others???&lt;br /&gt;Friend: like...getting with two others at the same time...so really a threesome&lt;br /&gt;Me: wow.&lt;br /&gt;Me: that's intense... do tell me more&lt;br /&gt;Friend: there going to take me to a euphoria like I have never believed.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: help me loose weight by keeping me active and wanting more&lt;br /&gt;Me: wow... really?&lt;br /&gt;Me: for reals?&lt;br /&gt;Me: a threesome?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: yea.  &lt;br /&gt;Friend: Iam really excited.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: and were going to watch a romantic movie while were together&lt;br /&gt;Me: aww&lt;br /&gt;Friend: wanna know who it is? Iam sure you know em&lt;br /&gt;Me: ooh, sure.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is it _____?&lt;br /&gt;Me: lol.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: haha no its two men&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh&lt;br /&gt;Friend: slightly middle aged&lt;br /&gt;Me: hot Australian guy?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: No...there american&lt;br /&gt;Me: haha&lt;br /&gt;Me: so who are they?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Ben...and Jerry&lt;br /&gt;Me: AHHHH&lt;br /&gt;Friend: hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114723909182633645?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114723909182633645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114723909182633645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/05/ahhh-my-friend-is-such-tease-recent.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114723471579498641</id><published>2006-05-09T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T21:25:04.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>W00t! Seth MacFarlane, the creator of Family Guy and the voice of the hilarious Stewie (as well as other characters), is going to be our class day speaker! I love that show!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114723471579498641?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114723471579498641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114723471579498641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/05/w00t-seth-macfarlane-creator-of-family.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114715629917858425</id><published>2006-05-08T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T23:32:24.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I Have To Deal With Something Racial Every Day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: "I'm sorry you feel marginalized."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "It's OK... I'm used to it."&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: "It's because you're Asian."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114715629917858425?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114715629917858425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114715629917858425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-to-deal-with-something-racial.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114685707308213940</id><published>2006-05-05T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T13:44:01.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So my often-surly sister visited in the middle of this week because the touring production of the musical Wicked is currently in Boston, and she wanted to see it. However, it's been sold out forever, and we weren't able to get tickets, even trying out the pre-show cheap ticket giveaway lottery two days in a row. My sister is only a 13 dollar train ride away from New York City, anyways, so it's not so hard for her to go catch a matinee performance of the actual thing on Broadway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister visited on Tuesday, and we chatted a bit before I had to go out to a senior event. She was actually really pleasant this visit. It was nice to hang out. On Wednesday, I had to go to the hospital to try to get some prescription cough medication for my "condition," which I like to call "tuberculosis," (cough! cough! Look at me, I'm a terribly pale Nicole Kidman in Moulin Rouge... I'm dying of consumption!!! Help me! Cough cough! Blood on napkin!), offensive as that may be... ("How dare you?!? My grandmother died from tuberculosis!!!"). It's really not that bad... it's just a bad cold with lots of coughing. However, after waiting forever to finally see a nurse, she took some vital signs and then said with a serious look and ominous tone, "We have to get you to a doctor." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I waited an hour longer until a doctor was free to see me, and then she started doing all these tests on me to see if I had asthma or pneumonia, and I was thinking, I know I don't have asthma... I can breathe; I just cough a lot. The doctor then said, "OK, don't worry. You don't have pneumonia or asthma... it's just a cold with a cough. That's all." And I'm thinking, I know!!! I just want prescription cough medicine!!! There must have been some miscommunication between the nurse and the doctor, and she must have thought I was freaking out about having asthma or something serious. Alas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said, "Yeah, that's what I thought... nothing serious. So, can I have a prescription for cough medicine?" And she says, "Well, I don't think cough medicine does anything at all; I would recommend lots of hot water, honey, and vitamin C." Ahh! That's what I've been taking, but clearly it's not enough since I'm still coughing like crazy every night, preventing me from sleeping at night and waking up all my roommates! So I said, "Well, I've been doing that, but it hasn't been working... I'll keep on drinking hot water, but can I just have a prescription just in case it doesn't get better?" And the doctor grudgingly complied. Augh. Health care. Well, I am grateful for actually being able to receive health care. I appreciate that I can get treatment for my "condition." Yay for merit-finding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after spending the morning in the hospital, I wanted to take my sister out to lunch, since she was visiting, and we went to Legal Seafoods, well, because it seemed like the Boston thing to do. I ordered that day's special: the Romano soft-shell crab dish. I've heard about soft-shelled crab but have never tried it, and it was exciting to finally try it. I'll try any food at least once. The concept of eating an entire crab, shell and all because it had just shed its old shell and now has a soft shell, sounds unappealing, but it was actually pretty good. My sister, being ever-so unadventurous, had fish and chips, but I got the butterfish appetizer just to get her to try something new... The remarkably tender butterfish, marinated in a ginger soy sauce, was served with white rice, a seaweed salad, and this delightful sweet wasabi sauce. It was a great lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went on the Freedom Trail in Boston, which is a trail that takes you around all the historical sites in the downtown area. My sister was particularly excited about the Old North Church, home of Paul Revere's "one if by land, two if by sea" lanterns, because of high school history teacher Mr. Nerelli's tale of sneaking up into the church's steeple and holding up the lanterns. How he snuck up there to see the lanterns remains a mystery to me, as there were dour attendants watching everyone suspiciously on the main floor and glaring at anyone who walked anywhere near the back corner with the roped-off stairs leading up to the steeple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then made it back to downtown, and we waited outside the box office of the theater where Wicked was playing to try to get tickets, but nobody had any extras (we thought for sure there would be cancellations because it was such a terribly rainy day), so we went back to the campus, and after getting some snacks at Brain Break, we went to Finale, the dessert restaurant, and enjoyed desserts there because my sister wanted to try some. She got the signature Molten Chocolate dessert, which is a chocolate cake with a warm gooey center of melted chocolate, and I got the Caramel Apple Cheesecake, which was this wonderful cheesecake with an applesauce base and decorated with butterscotch sauce and a shaped pecan brittle. This was paired with a soft pineapple upside down cake and a caramel sauce. We then watched the hilarious movie Eurotrip, which reminded me of my fun/disturbing European adventure last summer. Oh, Europeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was such a nice day! Friday, too. The sun was out, and the temperature was above 70! Yesterday, I had lunch and then walked to work. I enjoyed walking through Harvard Yard, taking in the sun and warmth, looking at the pretty flowers on the newly green trees, and watching people playing around on the last day of classes. I had some extra Board Plus money from our dining plan, so I got a dark chocolate-covered vanilla ice cream bar and it tasted so good in the outdoors. I stopped by an a capella concert, and it was all so perfect and happiness-inducing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, yesterday was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote(s) of the Day: "I've always wanted to go to a rave..." "Um... don't they do a lot of drugs at raves?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My friend's a ho, so he asks me for my advice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She leaves you wanting more, but then all you get is sex."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bangkok is totally the Netherlands of the far East."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114685707308213940?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114685707308213940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114685707308213940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-my-often-surly-sister-visited-in.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114678876366586316</id><published>2006-05-04T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T17:39:40.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got out of the last class of my undergraduate experience! It was fun... we had a pizza and ice cream party, and it was a great, low-key first ending to this school year and college experience! Now, I just have three papers (totalling to more than 25 pages) all due next week and three finals, and then it's officially the end of the school year and time for graduation!!! How quickly time flies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114678876366586316?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114678876366586316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114678876366586316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-just-got-out-of-last-class-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114632493002056023</id><published>2006-05-01T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T13:35:16.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So on Thursday, after finishing a paper and becoming generally exhausted from the week's events, I continued my time travel adventure (having already gone through the 90s and the 80s) by going to a 70s roller skating party! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the potentially good time was marred by the worst idea EVARRR: A huge pregame with alcohol right before Roller Disco. Heavy drinking and roller skating are two terrible things to bring together! People were falling down left and right, and apparently one girl even broke her arm. When skating, I just had to avoid all the stupid people who drank too much and then skated dangerously into other people or fell down and created a floor hazard. I think I did a pretty good job... no falls, although there were a number of close calls when people nearly crashed into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the obnoxious 30-minute bus ride where crazy drunken college students were singing at the top of their lungs inside the metal school bus, creating a headache-inducing and deafening echo chamber, the skating itself was fun. I was hanging out with my friends Marion and Jordan, and it was nice to just skate around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of my childhood in my small hometown, where roller skating was one of the few social activities to do. We'd always have roller skating birthday parties there, and we took field trips there for elementary school parties. Oh, memories. That's one of the reasons why I decided to go to this roller skating trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, my friend Marion and I went to a fun party in the Quad, and we danced and engaged in general mischief. Saturday, there was the annual foam party, but alas I missed it because I was starting to feel sick and was very tired from not having slept very much the night before. It was my last chance to go to this annual event, and I missed it! Too bad. I remember being in high school and always joking about wanting to go to raves and foam parties. Oh, foam. On Sunday, I said goodbye to a friend who was going back home, having just graduated in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is the calm before the storm, as exams and major paper due dates are coming up. I should use this time to get a head start on these upcoming projects! But alas, right now, I'm at The Crimson, where happiness goes to die... Aughhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "What if they're sexually incompatible?!? You don't buy a car without taking it out for a test drive!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Masturbation is the opiate of the masses!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114632493002056023?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114632493002056023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114632493002056023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-on-thursday-after-finishing-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114642441521984600</id><published>2006-04-30T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T12:13:35.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today at brunch, my friend lovingly called her boyfriend a "twerp," and it totally made my day because I haven't heard that word in years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114642441521984600?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114642441521984600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114642441521984600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-at-brunch-my-friend-lovingly.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114588740366869892</id><published>2006-04-24T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T22:45:33.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, and the 80s dance was certainly a ton of fun! We all enjoyed partying the night away to hits, and they even played my favorite 80s song, "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" by Whitney Houston. We also sang along to the rock anthem "Livin' On A Prayer" and slow-danced to Cyndi Lauper's classic, "Time After Time." Oh, good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house master and de facto roving photographer managed to get some photos of me in my 80s costume... I was going for David Copperfield in the 80s, and if my hair were just a little bit poofier, I would have made a perfect doppelganger for the magician... particularly when I was standing next to the large fan at the dance and my shirt billowed oh-so majestically. It was quite a "Take My Breath Away" (another 80s hit, ha!) moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://schwinger.harvard.edu/~georgi/photos/80s06s/p4220191_3075.jpg" height=283 width=377&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Kayt and I getting ready for a night of dancing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://schwinger.harvard.edu/~georgi/photos/80s06s/p4220223_3071.jpg" height=283 width=377&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114588740366869892?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114588740366869892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114588740366869892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/04/yes-and-80s-dance-was-certainly-ton-of.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114575141331497895</id><published>2006-04-22T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T17:39:00.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night was fun... My friends got together for a pre-party, and we watched part of the movie Bring It On. I don't care what they say... Kirsten Dunst is hot! I then met up with some other friends and we all went to a super fun dance party. Yay! We then ended the night at the Kong for a delicious broccoli and chicken combo plate with pork fried rice and an egg roll with the Kong's excellent apple-flavored sweet-and-sour sauce, with a side of conversation. I then stayed up working on my website and doing general e-mail administration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering I stayed up until 9 a.m., I got up today in time for dinner sometime after 5. Yay for being nocturnal! Haha... this shall be remedied soon. After dinner, I helped set up for the 80s dance tonight by clearing out the dining hall. Tonight, I'm going to my friend's pre-party for the 80s dance and then heading over to the 80s dance, where we will celebrate that delightful decade with Tab soda, Pop-Rocks candy,  the hottest hits from the 80s, and the donning of 80s costumes. I am planning to wear this super-shiny silver shirt from the 80s I somehow acquired over the years. And to get myself in the mood, I've been listening to 80s music nonstop, from "Livin' on a Prayer" to "Take on Me" to "Like a Prayer" to "Video Killed the Radio Star." Woot. Tonight will be a fun night indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote(s) of the Day: "I'd rather consider my sister as a non-ovulating, non-menstruating entity..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bedside manner is important... How is your bedside manner?" "Fuckin' awesome!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oooh, fuck me sideways!" "OK! I'll do that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[In British accent] And so the conversation revolved around vaginas." &lt;br /&gt;"Look, they don't use the word vagina in England!!!" &lt;br /&gt;"[In British accent] Oh, what do they call them, then, love? What's the British word for vagina???" &lt;br /&gt;"They just don't talk about them over there!!!" &lt;br /&gt;"[In British accent] Wait, what about twat? Does twat mean vagina? OK... and so the conversation revolved around twats!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114575141331497895?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114575141331497895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114575141331497895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/04/last-night-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114570081871506935</id><published>2006-04-22T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T03:13:38.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quote of the Day:  "Sam K = Sam J 2.0? Omg, what have you done with Sam J?!?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114570081871506935?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114570081871506935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114570081871506935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/04/quote-of-day-sam-k-sam-j-2.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114557923238797472</id><published>2006-04-20T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T17:41:06.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry... I have a big backlog of quotes, so I'm going to dump them all here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote(s) of the Day: "Awww, it'll be OK... no harm, no foul... Oh my goodness... Did I just use a sports analogy?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait, has she had a boyfriend?" "No, but that doesn't mean she hasn't been eaten out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you call a cold pirate tree?" "Shiver me timbers? Arr brr?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you going to John Harvard's Bar Mitzvah?" "I didn't know John Harvard was Jewish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See? We're in Cambridge now!" "Um, weren't we in Cambridge the entire time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We saw pubic hair! That counts as nudity!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that a dried fig?" "Yeah." "It fig-ures."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They said that the trees smelled like a massive gang-bang, and that made me think of you..." "What??? Does my face just scream SEXUAL VIOLENCE?!?!?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114557923238797472?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114557923238797472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114557923238797472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114550484558977928</id><published>2006-04-19T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T20:47:25.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha... this is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y20/TT6ThunderGirl/DisneysDesperateHousewives.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114550484558977928?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114550484558977928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114550484558977928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/04/haha_114550484558977928.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114549632086556932</id><published>2006-04-19T18:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T18:25:20.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha... I sure got an earful when I complained about the film The Princess Bride... to my friend, whose favorite film of all time is The Princess Bride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I dunno... [The Princess Bride] just never enchanted me that much... I got really annoyed at that weird giant character... You know, the one that keeps repeating that dreadful line about I am Inigo Montoya, you killed my father...?"&lt;br /&gt;Friend: ".... r ... u ... serious ... ?"&lt;br /&gt;Friend: "thats TWO DIFFERENT CHARACTERS!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "Everyone I've met up here off of MySpace wants me... I think MySpace should be renamed 'Sex Addict Hookup Space'; we're just all sex addicts who need to get some."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114549632086556932?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114549632086556932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114549632086556932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/04/haha_114549632086556932.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114549630985082834</id><published>2006-04-19T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T18:25:09.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha... My friend and I suddenly stumbled upon this "o rly?" kick (background info &lt;a taret="_blank" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/O_rly"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;), and she found the perfect one for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.orlyowl.com/combo.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114549630985082834?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114549630985082834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114549630985082834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/04/haha_19.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114535814758529661</id><published>2006-04-18T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T04:02:27.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Facebook killed Mickey Mouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really upset because the Facebook has been cracking down on fake profiles and deleting their accounts, and since I am the account-holder for Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse at Harvard on the Facebook, I am very upset. Mickey Mouse had nearly 3,000 friends on the Facebook and brought great joy to many! How could they do this?!?! I already think quite little of Mark Zuckerberg and his questionable business practices, but enforcing the ban on imaginary character profiles on the Facebook is a new low!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114535814758529661?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114535814758529661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114535814758529661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/04/facebook-killed-mickey-mouse-im-really.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114535797632216139</id><published>2006-04-18T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T03:59:36.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha... I sure got an earful when I complained about the film The Princess Bride... to my friend, whose favorite film of all time is The Princess Bride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I dunno... [The Princess Bride] just never enchanted me that much... I got really annoyed at that weird giant character... You know, the one that keeps repeating that dreadful line about I am Inigo Montoya, you killed my father...?"&lt;br /&gt;Friend: ".... r ... u ... serious ... ?"&lt;br /&gt;Friend: "thats TWO DIFFERENT CHARACTERS!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "Everyone I've met up here off of MySpace wants me... I think MySpace should be renamed 'Sex Addict Hookup Space'; we're just all sex addicts who need to get some."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114535797632216139?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114535797632216139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114535797632216139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/04/haha_18.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114524633718621238</id><published>2006-04-16T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T20:58:57.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I Have To Deal With Something Racial Every Day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, my hometown doesn't have very many Jews... or Asians... or Blacks..."&lt;br /&gt;"That sounds nice! What part of California are you from?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114524633718621238?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114524633718621238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114524633718621238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-to-deal-with-something-racial.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114523420481324263</id><published>2006-04-16T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T20:57:29.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last weekend and this weekend were fun. I helped out with house managing the production of Gilbert and Sullivan's The Yeoman of the Guard. It's a good show, and hack night last night was full of funny in-jokes and random anachronisms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, I went downtown to see the new touring production of Spamalot, the hit Broadway musical based on the cult favorite Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I made sure to watch the movie again the night before to prep myself. I remember being in middle school and high school when all my friends were obsessed with Monty Python jokes, and I had never seen the movie then, so I didn't know what the hell they were talking about when they asked, "What floats in water?" "Apples! Small rocks! A church!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spamalot was funny, but very similar to the Monty Python movie, just with more songs and glittery costumes and sets. Lots of lines were lifted verbatim from the film, but I guess it wouldn't work otherwise for its cult fan base. They included my favorite scene from the movie ("We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune." ... "Who does he think he is?" "I am your king!" "Well, I didn't vote for you." "You don't vote for kings." ... "Listen... strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power comes from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony!" "Shut up!" "See??? This is the violence inherent in the system! Help, help! I'm being repressed!"). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of references to the smallest details from the movie... There were also a bunch of new songs and scenes that poked fun at other Broadway musicals. Overall, it was a good time. Oh, they also imported the song "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life," although it loses the ironic context of the original song. There was also an audience sing-along at the end. Good times. Everyone who's a fan of Monty Python... go see this show when it stops by your city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the week, I started working on my website again. It was good to finish a big project I had started on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time on Friday night at a tea party my roommates had, and later I went to Charlie's Kitchen to meet up with friends. I spoke in a British accent, and it was a lot of fun. Haha... but my British friend kept correcting me, "British people don't say that!!!" Oh, and of course no weekend is complete without a trip to the Kong for greasy Chinese food, so there was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week was a bit tough because I got sick and then suddenly (and bizarrely) became Sleeping Beauty because I could not wake up for anything... I just kept on sleeping and sleeping. Maybe it's from the exhausting week before when I had to write two big papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation is quickly approaching, and there is much to be done before... two huge projects/papers and three finals. I'm not looking forward to them. But it'll be a big party when those are done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote(s) of the Day: "I always thought God must be something like Mr. Rogers..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you done with fisting?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish it were socially acceptable to punch people who pissed you off."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114523420481324263?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114523420481324263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114523420481324263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/04/last-weekend-and-this-weekend-were-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114508487944929714</id><published>2006-04-15T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T00:07:59.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha... I totally became British this evening. Bloody good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114508487944929714?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114508487944929714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114508487944929714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/04/haha_15.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114500165214041519</id><published>2006-04-14T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T01:00:52.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh! At Walt Disney World they were selling these pins of this new line of super-cute representations of Mickey Mouse and friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dizpins.com/archives/images/2005septemberpics/wdw_starter_cutie_092905.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't seen this new line before. It's very Hello Kitty-esque, and I have never seen anything cuter in my entire life. I love Mickey Mouse already, but I think cute Mickey is more adorable than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to get for my parents, so I ended up buying a set of cute Mickey and Minnie beanbag couch pillows that are sort of in this style. Haha... my wallet's going to suffer when they have even more cute Mickey products... I'm thinking hats? shirts?  mugs? pens? pencils? notepads? mousepads? dishware? magnets? picture frames? Oh, the possibilities are endless...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114500165214041519?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114500165214041519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114500165214041519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/04/ahhh-at-walt-disney-world-they-were.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114498880554005622</id><published>2006-04-13T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T21:28:56.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A hahaha... I'm sorry I keep telling stories from WDW, but Missy's recent post reminded me: One of the questions in Who Wants to be a Millionaire - Play It! was about fashion (What fashion house is Stella McCartney associated with? Answer: Chloe), but the person in the hotseat didn't know, and her only lifeline left was "Ask a Stranger," so she used it, and the person came on the line. The host asked the stranger, "Hi there! We have a question here about fashion. Are you familiar with fashion?" And the person on the phone replies, "Does Wal-Mart count?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. This reminds me of this news clipping I once saw (I think on Jay Leno's "Headlines" segment) which was an article about a new dollar store that had opened in the city. A woman was quoted in the story saying, "I like Dollar-Mart because you don't have to dress up to go there like you do when you go to Wal-Mart." Dressing up to go to Wal-Mart? Oh, my bad... I forgot Wal-Mart is //such// a classy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote(s) of the Day:  "At least prostitution isn't addictive! World of Warcraft is!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I'm going to get some chocolate... I'm on my period, you know, so it only makes sense that I'm craving it." "TMI! TMI!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man, 17th century popes were sooo hardcore."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114498880554005622?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114498880554005622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114498880554005622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/04/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114482560442171578</id><published>2006-04-12T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T00:16:57.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I also forgot to mention that at Disney-MGM Studios we participated in Who Wants To Be A Millionaire - Play It!, basically a live version of the TV show in an exact replica of the show's set where audience members can play along and get a chance to win prizes. I never made it to the hotseat at the front (although I did come in fourth or fifth in that first question to determine who gets into the hotseat). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had played it in 2002 at Disney's California Adventure on our end-of-high-school trip to the Disneyland Resort with friends when the attraction was still operating there, so I was pretty knowledgeable about the format of the game, and on our last viewing of this show last week, I ended up knowing the answers to most of the questions and guessed correctly on the ones I didn't know. They periodically show who has the top score in the audience playing along with the person in the hotseat, and when one person lost the game after missing a question, they showed the scores and I was the top scorer in the audience! If there was enough time and they were going to pick another person for the hotseat, I would have been selected! Alas. I think it really helped that I knew the answer to this obscure $125,000 question about who was Harvard's Hasty Pudding Man of the Year for 2003 (Robert Downey, Jr., who isn't exactly that big of a celebrity compared to the other choices given). But that was such a random question... I certainly wouldn't have known the answer if it weren't here at my school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114482560442171578?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114482560442171578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114482560442171578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-also-forgot-to-mention-that-at.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114480168496651455</id><published>2006-04-11T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T17:33:58.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh! I forgot to mention that during our trip we made lots of references to being a "Debbie Downer," a hilarious SNL skit where a dour character named Debbie Downer who says a lot of depressing things and ruins a fun character breakfast at Walt Disney World. If you haven't seen it, &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/blog/video/snl_downer.mov"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114480168496651455?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114480168496651455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114480168496651455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-i-forgot-to-mention-that-during-our.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114420328780204220</id><published>2006-04-09T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T14:42:14.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay, last week's spring break vacation to Walt Disney World was a blast and definitely the best week EVARRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often ask me why I like Disney so much, and I talk about how I like the escapism, the journey into another world, the expression of the possibility of dreams fulfilled. These things definitely made my vacation to Walt Disney World so magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also a lot of fun to spend time with my friend Kayt, with whom I've been friends since freshman year here. We lived across the hall from each other freshman year, and we've been talking about going to Walt Disney World since then. I'm glad we finally followed through and made the trip! We went to all four Walt Disney World theme parks, as well as the Islands of Adventure theme park at Universal Studios. Eight days, five theme parks, two friends: good times all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obligatory photo in front of Cinderella Castle!!!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-665.facebook.com/n13/94/29/1917/n1917_30452665_3284.jpg" height="302" width="226"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of our trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Having dinner in Cinderella Castle. I've always wanted to dine at Cinderella's Royal Table, but it is one of the most exclusive restaurants at the resort. Reservations are booked six months in advance, and you’re lucky if you get to eat there. Kayt was persistent, and we happened to get to the desk moments after somebody had cancelled. Yay for us! Kayt loves all things princesses, so it was a dream come true for her. I enjoyed the experience immensely, as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a magical dinner. We met Cinderella and got pictures with her in the foyer, and she welcomed us - "prince" and "princess" - to her castle. We then went upstairs where there was a three-course dinner. I had the bacon-lettuce-tomato salad, which was nice but not as great as Kayt's vegetable spring roll with ginger soy sauce and bok choy salad, of which I tried a bite. The freshly-baked and still-warm pretzel bread rolls were amazing, particularly when paired with their pomegranate dijon mustard honey butter. I had so much of the butter because it was the best I've ever tasted. For the main course, I had the pan-seared salmon paired with asparagus and cheddar mashed potatoes. The mashed potatoes were a bit too salty, but the salmon was excellent - crisp on the outside and tender on the inside. Dessert was an amazing blueberry buckle (kind of like a more dense blueberry muffin) with a cream cheese crumbled topping, sweet lemon ice cream (perfect with the blueberries), and fresh juicy berries. During the dinner, the Fairy Godmother would come out with Suzy and Perla (Cinderella's mice companions) and do a little show about how to make dreams come true. Sooo magical! It was expensive but totally worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we walked out of the castle following the dinner, the fireworks were about to start, so they had roped off the entire area around the castle, and we were the only ones in the castle forecourt stage area, looking out into the crowd of thousands of people lined up on Main Street waiting for the fireworks and watching us emerge from the castle. We felt so special. The night ended perfectly with Wishes fireworks and then all-night partying at Pleasure Island! The most magical night ever. I mean, EVARRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Visiting Islands of Adventure for the first time. I've wanted to go to this relatively new theme park since it opened in 1999 but never went in my previous visits to Orlando because it's a bit hard to get to from where I've stayed. I already knew that the theming there is incredible, and I was still very impressed. Some parts even rival Disney in their theming. I loved the Amazing Adventures of Spider-Man, an intense hybrid ride-through attraction that combines 3-D film, themed sets, fire, fog, water, laser, and other special effects. It's almost worth the price of aadmission alone. Kayt loves all things superheroes, so she had a blast there, too. There was also The Hulk roller coaster, which is one of the most intense in the Orlando area. The Dueling Dragons suspended roller coaster was quite fun, too, because it's actually two different tracks designed so the cars will come just a few feet from each other at certain points, so it feels like you're going to fly right into the other riders. The wait would normally be at least an hour for each, but I went 10 minutes before park closing and went on both of them before it closed. The theming of the castle queue was amazing, too. So immersive. I also enjoyed the Jurassic Park ride, which I've experienced before at Universal Studios Hollywood. The single rider lines at the park allowed us to go on many of the rides with a short wait. Yay. Oh, and the Poseidon's Fury walkthrough/show was really amazing, too. Lots of surprises and special effects... I really enjoyed it because I felt like I was exploring a lost city underground... like Indiana Jones or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Seeing the new attractions at Walt Disney World imported for the "Happiest Celebration on Earth." Disney was smart in recognizing the marketing opportunities for Disneyland's 50th anniversary, so they expanded the celebration to include all its theme parks worldwide. Walt Disney World used this as a chance to bring in new shows and attractions to each of its four theme parks. At the Magic Kingdom we saw the show "Cinderellabration" - a stage show that shows Cinderella's coronation ceremony as she becomes princess. The show was an abridged version of the original from Tokyo Disneyland. There, it's a nighttime spectacular with magical lighting effects, and a lot is lost when you cut half the characters and dancers and then present it in the daytime. The fireworks finale is still excellent, though. At Epcot, we went on Soarin', a copy of the attraction at Disney's California Adventure. I was surprised they copied the film exactly, without even changing the finale, which still shows a flyover of Disneyland.  At Disney-MGM Studios, we saw the new Lights! Motors! Action! Extreme Stunt Spectacular (yes, every show here at Walt Disney World is a "spectacular"), imported from Walt Disney Studios Paris. I've never been a huge fan of car chases in movies, but seeing it done all live right in front of you was one of the most amazing things I've ever seen. These sports cars were moving back and forth so gracefully without colliding. The drivers executed the most daring car chases right in front of our very eyes. There were fast cars, motorcycles, jet skis, and big explosions! And at Disney's Animal Kingdom, the new and highly themed roller coaster Expedition Everest: Legend of the Forbidden Mountain had just opened... The ride officially opened this weekend, but I got to go on a preview run. I enjoyed this attraction for more than one reason, ahem... But it was a ton of fun. It was fast, and there was, of course, the largest, most complex Audio-Animatronics figure ever built for a Disney theme park attraction. The theming to a Himalayan village was very detailed. Sooo much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hanging out and being "adults" at Pleasure Island. When Kayt was 11 her dad somehow snuck her into Pleasure Island, an 18/21+ bars and nightclubs complex at Walt Disney World. She fell in love with the Adventurer's Club, a bar themed to a safari explorer's private club, and insisted we hang out there on our visit. I had a lot of fun watching the high-energy shows, and the improv actors there were hilarious. We also danced at a couple of the clubs at Pleasure Island. Strangest moment? Dancing to a techno remix of the instrumental background soundtrack theme of Brokeback Mountain... um... whose idea was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Meeting all the classic Disney characters at Epcot without having to wait for long. We saw Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse, Pluto, Donald Duck, Chip and Dale, and Goofy, and we took lots of pictures with them. Chip and Dale were particularly fun, as they competed over who could court Kayt because she was dressed like a princess. It totally made our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the great pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-987.facebook.com/n13/94/29/1917/n1917_30455987_2406.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-991.facebook.com/n13/94/29/1917/n1917_30455991_7364.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-988.facebook.com/n13/94/29/1917/n1917_30455988_2664.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-994.facebook.com/n13/94/29/1917/n1917_30455994_9496.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-995.facebook.com/n13/94/29/1917/n1917_30455995_9779.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayt got to meet Prince Charming, who turned out to be... um... not so charming: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-999.facebook.com/n13/94/29/1917/n1917_30455999_9936.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she did look great as a princess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Having a character dinner: We went to Goofy's Liberate Your Appetite character dinner at the Liberty Tree Tavern restaurant in the Magic Kingdom, and it was so much fun meeting the characters! Sad tear that Mickey himself wasn't there, but Minnie Mouse, Goofy, Chip and Dale, and Pluto were there, and they were so great to interact with. We actually had met Mickey earlier that day in Epcot, so it was still great. The buffet was amazing. Served family style: bbq beef, roasted turkey, glazed ham, with mashed potatoes, green beans, stuffing, and the creamiest mac and cheese. The mixed greens salad with strawberry vinaigrette was a great starter, and warm apple cobbler topped with vanilla ice cream (and my Asian upbringing regarding never wasting food) ensured I was stuffed beyond belief by the end of the meal. We definitely couldn't go on any roller coasters right after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eating a Mickey Premium ice cream bar. In all my visits to Disney theme parks, I don't think I've ever had a Mickey Premium Bar. I shelled out the $2.50 to get one, and it was so wonderfully creamy and chocolatey. It was a great snack on that hot day. Here's a mini photo essay of my gustatory journey with the Mickey Premium Bar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-676.facebook.com/n13/94/29/1917/n1917_30452676_7840.jpg" width="302" height="226"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! It's cold and fresh and new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-677.facebook.com/n13/94/29/1917/n1917_30452677_8214.jpg" width="302" height="226"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum, a tasty first bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-678.facebook.com/n13/94/29/1917/n1917_30452678_8606.jpg" width="302" height="226"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-679.facebook.com/n13/94/29/1917/n1917_30452679_8982.jpg" width="302" height="226"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad tear! I'm almost done eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Becoming old people... One day, Kayt and I had stayed up late partying at Pleasure Island, and then there was the daylight savings time change, and then we got up early the next morning right at park opening so we could get on rides with shorter wait times. Thus, we only got four hours of sleep that night, and that combined with the constant walking around all day made us extremely tired by mid-afternoon. It got so bad that afternoon that we actually picked which rides to go on based on how well we could sleep on them. I picked "it's a small world" because it's slow-moving and long, and I actually did fall asleep on it. It was hilarious. And sad. I never thought I could fall asleep on a Disney theme park attraction. Actually, when I was younger my father would always use slow boat rides like "it's a small world" or Pirates of the Caribbean as a chance to nap because he would always get up really early to drive us down to Disneyland and was tired throughout the day. And of course everyone falls asleep in the Hall of Presidents, but who actually goes there for the express purpose of sleeping? Haha. Kayt and I, apparently. I told Kayt as we sat down at the Hall of Presidents to sleep, "You know, this officially makes us old people," for sleeping on Walt Disney World rides, but she replied, "Well, not really because we're only tired because we stayed up all night clubbing at Pleasure Island." Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Writing out and teaching the lyrics of "Doncha Wish Your Girlfriend Was Hot Like Me" to a nice Korean girl with limited English skills who heard the song at a club and really liked it and wanted to learn the lyrics. We then all sang it together loudly on public transportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Being hit on by said Korean girl, whose name was Candy. Her friend's name was Sugar. No, they weren't strippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kayt and me picking up each other's slang terms and then using them nonstop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jawesome!"&lt;br /&gt;"How fawkward."&lt;br /&gt;"Sad tear!"&lt;br /&gt;"That was just a bad sich."&lt;br /&gt;"We suck at life."&lt;br /&gt;"We are sooo good at life!"&lt;br /&gt;"We win at life!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, adding the letter "d" to the end of any word or phrase to make it  into a passive verb, like we were somehow victimized by the noun phrase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Children'd!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Strollers'd!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Turnstile'd!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Social convention'd!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Bad at life'd!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Finally, the best story EVARRR: When we were going through the bag security check at Epcot, what should fly out of someone's bag and onto the ground but a condom package! The owner of the prophylactic quickly bent down and picked it up, but it was too late... everyone around had seen it... The security guard was like, "Ummmmmm..." Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote(s) of the Day: "How was Prince Charming?" "More like Prince Disgruntled..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh! This is aggravating my rubella condition!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I have smallpox..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sam J!!! Children!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Kayt... Is it true that silence is a virtue?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Kayt, what's the most annoying thing in the world?" "Loud teenage boys who won't shut up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn! ... I mean, curses!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114420328780204220?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114420328780204220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114420328780204220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/04/yay-last-weeks-spring-break-vacation.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114430110341022702</id><published>2006-04-05T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T22:25:03.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. I love how my sister just left a comment on my Facebook profile saying that I've gotten fat. Good times, good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114430110341022702?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114430110341022702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114430110341022702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/04/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114430008732718826</id><published>2006-04-05T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T22:08:07.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, headache, headache, headache. Stress, stress, stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really "Giving myself the permission to be human" today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote(s) of the Day: "That's not her breast... that's a loaf of bread!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a surprising amount of porn that pops up when you look for pictures of Waldo online."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe how few pictures there are of Waldo online." "Well, he's hard to find!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114430008732718826?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114430008732718826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114430008732718826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-headache-headache-headache.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114335209809871305</id><published>2006-03-25T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T23:09:28.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes! Third best weekend evarrr in a row because I got to spend it with friends. Awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the coming days will be the best WEEK evarr because it's spring break, and my friend and I are going to WALT DISNEY WORLD!!! Needless to say we are both extremely excited over this highly-anticpated vacation. We've been talking about it since we lived across the hall from each other, and now it's senior year and it's now or never! So we decided to go for senior spring break, and we're going to have soooo much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had lunch and went to work at the Science Center. In the late afternoon my friend Marion and I got ready for our party hosting duties that night by walking to Trader Joe's for food and drink supplies. It was a fun trip, and I wasn't as indecisive as I usually am in party planning. We had dinner with friends who were still around, as the dining hall was unusually empty because many people had left already for spring break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we got ready for our party, and althought not that many people showed up, I still had a great time hanging out and dancing with Marion and friends. We played a lot of fun danceable music from the 80s and the 90s. Yay. I'm glad (grateful! Positive Psychology!) Marion and I have similar tastes in musica. We were so tired at 1:30 that we ended the party then and all went to sleep. But it was an amazingly fun party. We shall have to do it again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I suddenly woke up at 10 in the morning, which meant I had a delightfully productive day in front of me. I ended up working on my website a bit, had a snack for lunch, and then watched the movie Toy Story. It's a charming tale; I hadn't seen the movie in a while. I always love buddy movies. Later in the afternoon, I decided to watch the movie Saved! on DVD because I had borrowed it and never had time time to watch it. It's a hilarious satire on overzealous religious people, but it's not anti-religion. It shows the good and the bad effects of religion, which is up my ally because I am not particularly religious, but I respect the role of religion in the world... as long as these religions respect me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to dinner with my friends Kayt, Tim, and Fran. We went to Felipe's, and I got a super burrito. I even ordered sour cream on it to be extra festive with sauce. During the course of the dinner, the conversation veered to talk about my personality, and my friends agreed that I was a generally pessimistic person, which made me kinda sad, because I see myself as a cheery person. They told me that I just say a lot of pessimistic things in a delightfully cheerful manner. Haha. I'm glad to have gotten this feedback. I am, of course, trying to become more optimistic as part of my positive psychology class, which deals with the psychology of happiness. I hadn't realized that people thought I sounded pessimistic at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Felipe's, Kayt and I went to Mather House and watched Disney's Cinderella to "get excited!" about our trip! Fran joined us, too. Aww, Cinderella is one of my favorite Disney movies... probably because of its themes of kindness and simple beauty triumphing over vanity and jealousy. The rags to riches bit ain't bad, either... Anyways, the screening got us in the mood for our Disney trip, especially since Walt Disney World's signature castle is the magnificent Cinderella Castle in the Magic Kingdom! Yay!!! We did some trip planning, returned the Cindrella videocassette to the library, and got some last-minute supplies. We leave early tomorrow morning. Soooo excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will, of course, write a 10-page post when we get back about all our adventures in the Most Magical Place on Earth! Clint, if you're reading this (or for that matter, anyone who's reading this), lemme know via LJ comment if you want any souvenirs or pictures of anything specific in the "World." I'll be checking my e-mail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote(s) of the Day: "Kayt, you just finished your senior thesis... What are you going to do next?" "I'm going to Disney World!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, that girl is in desperate need of a nose job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't know it was becoming trendy to shorten words. Whatev. That's just kind of awk."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114335209809871305?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114335209809871305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114335209809871305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/03/yes-third-best-weekend-evarrr-in-row.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114318525017106454</id><published>2006-03-24T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T11:10:42.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I guess I didn't get the Let's Go travel guide research/writing job I applied for. Sad tear. I think I would have really enjoyed it... combining my two passions: travelling and writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114318525017106454?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114318525017106454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114318525017106454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-i-guess-i-didnt-get-lets-go_24.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114298957059719196</id><published>2006-03-23T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:40:58.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Friday was St. Patrick's Day, so everyone here in Irish-heavy Boston was in high spirits celebrating it. I went to an amazing open house tea in Adams House, where I ran into Marion and Angela. The event had lots of nice snacks including pigs in a blanket, corned beef wraps, soda bread, and fruits to dip in a chocolate fountain. Tasty. Also, to top things off, the host was serving Guinness for the special occasion. It was a really nice touch when he created a four-leaf clover in the foam. A small band was playing traditional Irish tunes, while members of the Celtic cultural club here did Irish step dancing. It reminded me of my obsession with the short-lived Disneyland nighttime "streetacular" Light Magic, which "replaced" the classic Main Street Electrical Parade and featured plenty of Irish step dancing... and fiber optics, which are pretty and change colors, but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I had dinner with my friend in Mather House, and then I joined some other friends for a screening of Disney's classic animated feature The Little Mermaid. It continued our trend of seeing ocean-themed movies (we saw Titanic just the week before). I enjoyed watching a Disney movie again; I want to watch at least a couple more Disney films before heading off to Walt Disney World for spring break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little Mermaid's happy ending made me go awww. "Now we can walk... now we can run... now we can stay all day in the sunnnnn.... Just you and meeeee... and I beeeee... part of your wooooorrrrrrrllllllllllddddddddddd!" I then went with my friend Molly, along with her brother who was visiting, to Felipe's, where I got a grilled chicken quesadilla. 'Twas oh-so-tasty. That is why we all love Felipe's. I then met up with my friends Ben and John, and we went out and had good times by going out to various parties as well as Charlie's Kitchen in the square. I had never been to Charlie's Kitchen before, but I enjoyed the loud and lively atmosphere. We were dismayed by the early closing time of Cambridge establishments, so we went back to John's room and chatted for a bit longer before we all headed back. I stayed up into the morning to watch lecture videos to prepare for my positive psychology and psychology of leadership midterms this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, the feeling was right. I was watching lecture videos from my positive psychology class, and then another friend joined me to watch another lecture video from the class so we could be more focused and watch it without pausing. I felt really great and motivated after watching these lecture videos, but little did I know how much better the night was going to get after hanging out with friends. I met up with John and Ben again, and we went to a birthday party in Lowell House. The music was dreadful, but I still had a lot of fun hanging out with friends, dancing, and seeing cool people again. We ended, of course, at the Kong with delightful greasy food to fill our stomachs in the middle of the night. Soooo good and satisfying. I was having the time of my life. I finally got back to my room at about 3:30 and tried to go to sleep because I was so tired, but I was still so happy and high on life from my "peak experience" (haha, positive psychology) from hanging out with friends that I couldn't sleep. Instead, I chatted with friends online and listened to music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I had to return a DVD to the library by the morning and that I would never wake up in time. So I put on my jacket, kept on listening to great tunes on my iPod, and journeyed out to the library that's four blocks away to return the DVD. It was 4:30 in the morning, I was blasting music through my headphones, and there were no people and no cars around, so I danced to my music in the middle of the street. I turned in the DVD and danced some more in the middle of Harvard Yard. I sat down on the steps of Memorial Church and was looking at the twinkling stars and the low moon. It was such a happy moment; everything was calm, quiet, as one. I couldn't get over what an amazing weekend I was having. I'd have to say it was one of the happiest specific moments in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to describe, but this positive psychology class is really turning my life around. I've always considered myself a pretty cheerful person (memory: reassuring my depressed friend that life would be OK; we go on and make it through our difficulties), but I'm really seeing life in a whole new way now. I guess it's hard to put into words, but it's true: You are what you believe. If you believe that you can experience happiness in life, that's the first step toward becoming happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I studied all day and all night for my midterm on Monday in leadership psychology. The exam turned out to be not too bad. Thank goodness for reading study guides. I then slept through the day and studied through the night for my positive psychology midterm on Tuesday. That was my last big thing before spring break, so now I'm all done and coasting until the much-anticipated vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday afternoon, I went to hear a talk from Ma Ying-jeo, the mayor of Taipei (capital of Taiwan) and chairman of the country's KMT political party. According to my parents, he's the current frontrunner to run in and win the 2008 presidential election in Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayor Ma talked about wanting to improve Taiwan/China relations... for example he said he thought it was silly for it to take 5-6 hours to get from Taipei to Shanghai because of a Hong Kong connection when a direct flight would only be 1.5 hrs. He also talked about wanting to offer more opportunities for Chinese students to study at Taiwan universities to promote a cultural exchange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people asked him about running for president in '08, and he always demurred, saying that the KMT party will find a suitable leader in '08; apparently he hasn't yet announced his candidacy, according to my parents, who actually follow the politics; I don't know anything about Taiwanese politics, let alone have any strong positions on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the mayor was really charismatic and he really lightened things with humor. He gave the talk in Mandarin Chinese, and I could understand most of it but not all of it because some of the topics were more obscure, like political party reform or pan-Asian relations - topics I never really learned the vocabulary for. He really expressed a lot of patriotism and love for Taiwan. It was cool because I haven't thought about my Taiwanese heritage in a while (I mean, "I Have To Deal With Something Racial Every Day," but I never think about it in the context of actual Taiwanese heritage). Mayor Ma's talk and the audience's questions reminded me of the pride people have in the beautiful island of Taiwan, regardless of political differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his talk ended, I somehow made it out in time to find him exiting out the side door of the building, so I was able to get his autograph and talk to him briefly before he was bombarded by the Taiwanese media that had trailed him to the US. My mother said that she saw me on a Taiwan TV station news report. Coolness! The last time I was on TV was in '04 when I appeared on MSNBC asking then Democratic presidential candidate Carol Mosely Braun a question on Chris Matthews' Hardball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the night before housing day, which is when all the freshmen find out which house they have been placed in. We in Leverett House celebrated by making signs welcoming the freshmen and enjoying food and drink. Today at lunch, we all went to Annenberg (the freshman dining hall) and welcomed the freshmen placed in our house with t-shirts, loud music, and people dancing on tables and waving large posters. I had so much fun. Each house celebrated and welcomed the freshmen with their own unique traditions and style. Even though all the houses are different and the rivalries between them spring forth on this day, there was a sense of unity in everyone getting together to cheer on the freshmen and having an excuse to party with house pride. The loud cheering kept drowning out the already loud music, and the atmosphere was fun and festive, fitting in perfectly with the almost spring break mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, after going to classes, I socialized and enjoyed tea in Lowell House, which had invited the writer Gregory Maguire to speak. I stayed for the talk by the author of Wicked and other fantasy books and sequels. Wicked, of course, was the inspiration of the current hit Broadway musical of the same name. It was interesting, because just two months ago I had heard a talk from Stephen Schwartz, the composer for Wicked the musical, when I was visiting my sister at Yale. I enjoyed hearing Maguire's stories about collaborating on the production, as well as his inspirations for writing the book, some of the things he cut out of the original manuscript, and his advice for being a novelist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, the housing day celebrations continued with the freshmen coming to visit our house and individual rooms hosting welcoming parties. A couple of friends and I room-hopped to get lots of good food, including samosas, pizza, tiramisu, and ice cream. Yay! Funny, too, because I had just had samosas the day before when my friends Alex and Alex and I went to an Indian restaurant for dinner. I was exhausted by the end of the night, walking all around Leverett House, eating so much, and seeing so many new faces. These are the kids who will be replacing my classmates and me next year! Sad tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after all the excitement, I went with a few other friends to the Eliot Grill, where we socialized a bit more before I returned to my room to retire after a long and productive day. Exhausted, but exhilarated. Happy, and enjoying life. This has been a long week, but it's been good times, all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote(s) of the Day: "Today was the fourth day in a row I saw the sun rise." "That sounds like the first sentence in a novel..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you seen the movie Ghost? I could die like that, you know."&lt;br /&gt;"Please don't come back from the dead to feel me up..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, through a psychic black lady."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The tea was bitter to the end, to the bitter end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suppose you ask someone out on a date, and they said yes. What would be a pessimist's interpretation of that scenario?"&lt;br /&gt;"They were drunk."&lt;br /&gt;"They felt sorry for you."&lt;br /&gt;"They were desperate."&lt;br /&gt;"They go to Harvard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I suppose [selling your English class essay online] is no worse than being a sperm or egg donor for money..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114298957059719196?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114298957059719196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114298957059719196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-friday-was-st.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114293696186052869</id><published>2006-03-21T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T02:29:21.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness... some people in my hometown area are so conservative:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.sanluisobispo.com/mld/sanluisobispo/14142002.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demonstrators decry sex- and drug-related merchandise at Urban Outfitters in San Luis Obispo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have they seen the stuff that's available in the sex/erotica sections of Barnes and Noble or Borders Bookstore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114293696186052869?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114293696186052869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114293696186052869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-my-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114275603296963562</id><published>2006-03-19T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T02:30:26.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. Just wow. Second best weekend EVARRR in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, my friends, for good times to treasure forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More details tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The positive psychology class I'm taking this semester has seriously changed my life forever. I am so happy tonight, I could cry from joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cheesy as it is to post song lyrics, this song perfectly describes what I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It Doesn't Get Better Than This" - Katy Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... feel like I'm flyin'&lt;br /&gt;I... won't touch the ground&lt;br /&gt;I'm spinning and soaring now&lt;br /&gt;I turned it around&lt;br /&gt;I turned it around&lt;br /&gt;I turned it a-round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't get better than this&lt;br /&gt;I've waited all my life&lt;br /&gt;Just to feel like this&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing that I wanna miss&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it doesn't get-&lt;br /&gt;No, it doesn't get-&lt;br /&gt;No, it doesn't get better than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All... all this was worth it&lt;br /&gt;Cause I... landed with grace&lt;br /&gt;And I... I needed to find my way&lt;br /&gt;To get to this place, to get to this place&lt;br /&gt;Now I can stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't get better than this&lt;br /&gt;I've waited all my life&lt;br /&gt;Just to feel like this&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing that I wanna miss&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it doesn't get-&lt;br /&gt;No, it doesn't get-&lt;br /&gt;No, it doesn't get better than this...&lt;br /&gt;Better than this - yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's sweet&lt;br /&gt;Without the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Your worst day is gone tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;When you're down, just think about today...&lt;br /&gt;You've waited all your life, just to feel like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than this...&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't get, no, no&lt;br /&gt;Better than this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it doesn't get&lt;br /&gt;No, it doesn't get&lt;br /&gt;No, doesn't get, better than this, yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't get&lt;br /&gt;No, it doesn't get&lt;br /&gt;No it doesn't get&lt;br /&gt;Better than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it doesn't get any better&lt;br /&gt;Better than this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114275603296963562?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114275603296963562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114275603296963562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/03/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114258026422630376</id><published>2006-03-16T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:24:24.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exchange of the Day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[mock singing] No, I... won't back down... No, I... won't stop running."&lt;br /&gt;"But she did stop running, remember?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114258026422630376?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114258026422630376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114258026422630376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/03/exchange-of-day-mock-singing-no-i.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114249223975702746</id><published>2006-03-16T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T22:30:53.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night was the annual Ying Dinner and Concert, and it was amazing, just like last year. They served a special dinner starting with Caesar salad that was so great I had two plates of it (well, I was really hungry, too, since I missed lunch). The main course featured salmon (my favorite!) glazed with a sweet and sour miso that enlivened the dish. This was paired with assorted vegetables and white sticky rice. A most wonderful chocolate souffle cake with a thick and gooey molten chocolate center served as the perfect dessert for the fairly light yet appropriate dinner. After dinner, the Ying Quartet (joined by four students), performed a lively octet piece by Mendelssohn. It was the perfect end to a delightful experience. I had forgotten how much I love classical music; I've got to listen to more of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we stayed in the dining hall through Brain Break and chatted and did (a tiny bit of) schoolwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, after a day of classes and sections, my friend Marion and I went to senior bar, which wasn't as terrible as last week. Free appetizers at Grafton Street Pub and Grille made the trip out worthwhile. Plus, the Kong was next door, and while we didn't partake in any greasy food there, the atmosphere was festive and enjoyable. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we're all still buzzing about how great the 90s Dance was last weekend; it's brought back to memory great songs from the 90s we haven't thought of in forever, even though they weren't played at the dance. Remember "Where Have All the Cowboys Gone" and "I Don't Wanna Wait" by Paula Cole? "Too Close" by Next? "Sonny Came Home" by Shawn Colvin? "Waiting For Tonight" by Jennifer Lopez? "All Cried Out" by Allure? "I Just Wanna Fly" by Sugar Ray? "I Want You" and "Truly Madly Deeply" by Savage Garden? Oh, good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "Erotic beard trimming?" "Don't you ever say that again!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114249223975702746?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114249223975702746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114249223975702746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-night-was-annual-ying-dinner-and.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114242005102327911</id><published>2006-03-15T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T02:54:11.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay, I'm on the top of The Crimson's &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.thecrimson.com"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story: &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://thecrimson.com/article.aspx?ref=512101"&gt;Fistful of Pie for Pi Enthusiasts on 3/14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I had nothing to do with the headline!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114242005102327911?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114242005102327911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114242005102327911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/03/yay-im-on-top-of-crimsons-website.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114231148740073543</id><published>2006-03-14T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T02:51:18.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, an unprecedentedly smooth day of article writing today for The Crimson. Nothing was too painful, from reporting to writing to editing. Yay. Perhaps The Crimson isn't as evil as I thought... Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the afternoon covering the festivities for Pi Day (3/14, get it?), when the math department gets together for pi digit recitations (one girl memorized and recited it out to 866 digits) and a pie eating contest (the winner ate one and a half pounds of pie, blueberry and apple). The story should be in the paper tomorrow. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, as a break, I went with a few friends to get some soda bread at the Catholic Students' Center. I'd never had soda bread before. It was dense and warm. Yum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my friends and I gathered in the dining hall for a screening of the film Wedding Crashers, which had its humorous moments but is somewhat overrated as a comedy. It's like the beginnings of a good comedy with an obnoxious romance tacked on to the second half. Wedding movies always make me sad anyways. Ah well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun hanging out, though, in the dining hall with our computers into the middle of the night, chatting on AIM, and dishing about the other people there. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "They're public servants, but they don't get laid for it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyone ever heard of a mitzvah?" "Um... bar?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114231148740073543?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114231148740073543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114231148740073543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/03/wow-unprecedentedly-smooth-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114228504920544394</id><published>2006-03-13T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T20:49:12.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aw, sad tear: &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://msnbc.msn.com/id/11811411/"&gt;McClatchy buys Knight-Ridder for $4.5bn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knight Ridder has been good to me, giving me an amazing scholarship and great opportunities and experiences. It'll be a few more months before everything settles... looks like my plans are still intact for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114228504920544394?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114228504920544394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114228504920544394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/03/aw-sad-tear-mcclatchy-buys-knight.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114219957504668986</id><published>2006-03-12T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T21:20:03.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So last night, my friends and I went to the 90s dance in the Quad, and it was one of the best dances I've ever been to. Last year, Pforzheimer House was inspired by our house's annual 80s dance and started their own party themed to the 90s. I wasn't able to go last year because of Harvard Model Congress, even though I really wanted to, so I was extra excited to go this year.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On the walls there were giant posters and decorations of 90s icons like Bill Clinton, Monica Lewinsky, The Simpsons, and Christina Aguilera, as well as phrases such as "Whatever," "Eat my shorts," and "Talk to the hand." There were also projections of 90s music videos, movies (Titanic, The Lion King, Clueless, Wayne's World, etc.), and TV shows, from "Seinfeld" and "Friends, to "Are You Afraid of the Dark," "Saved by the Bell," and "Rocko's Modern Life." The students running the dance were wearing "Doug" t-shirts, and they served different flavors of Zima beverage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played all the best music from the 90s, which happens to be, seriously, everything on my playlist. It was everyone's favorite music from middle school and early high school, from the Backstreet Boys' "Everybody" to Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit. There was also MC Hammer ("Can't Touch This"), Aqua ("Barbie Girl"), Ace of Base ("The Sign"), Britney Spears ("Baby One More Time"), Third Eye Blind ("Semi-Charmed Life"), the Spice Girls ("Spice Up Your Life"), Chumbawamba ("Tubthumping"), Hanson ("Mmmbop"), Cherry Poppin' Daddies ("Zoot Suit Riot"), Marcy Playground ("Sex and Candy"), Mariah Carey ("Honey"), and much more. I just had a really great time because I knew all the songs and could dance to all of them. Oh, and of course we did the choreography to the biggest dance hit of the 90s: The Macarena. Good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the 90s. Oh, nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, on our long walk back to our house, we sang loudly in the streets some of our favorite songs from the 90s that they hadn't played at the dance. We then ended with greasy Chinese food at the Kong. Seriously, the best night ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote(s) of the Day: "Hitler moustaches?!? What kind of porn have you been watching?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyone who isn't corrupt is doing a disservice to himself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It looks like you could get herpes just standing close to her."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114219957504668986?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114219957504668986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114219957504668986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-last-night-my-friends-and-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114215136841733574</id><published>2006-03-12T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T00:16:08.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG, tonight was the BEST. NIGHT. EVARRR!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114215136841733574?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114215136841733574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114215136841733574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/03/omg-tonight-was-best.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114202663537458199</id><published>2006-03-10T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T13:40:29.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, how I love my home county:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sanluisobispo.com/images/sanluisobispo/sanluisobispo/14067/thumb_197885566187.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.sanluisobispo.com/mld/sanluisobispo/14066040.htm"&gt;Stripper, friends accused in attack&lt;/a&gt; - Atascadero man alleges an exotic dancer and her friend beat and robbed him in his home to settle a score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Skinner said he owed Talbert money for sex one time but not for a previous time when he said she fell asleep before they could have sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy, who also owns an entertainment business named Bikini Assassins, told police he had "stiffed her" as well.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Murphy went upstairs to find valuables and returned with thong underwear and medication for erectile dysfunction."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114202663537458199?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114202663537458199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114202663537458199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-how-i-love-my-home-county-stripper.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114202412800180154</id><published>2006-03-10T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T13:28:20.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oooh, I am so jealous my sister is at Disneyland at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is she on spring break right now, but she gets two weeks off!!! Lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just called me and told me she was in Disney's California Adventure waiting to get on the California Screamin' roller coaster. It's raining, though, so I think the parades and the fireworks may be cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Disneyland, I stumbled upon this hilarious &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Andy/SecretWorld/LunchDisneyland.html"&gt;Monte Cristo sandwich fan fiction&lt;/a&gt;. Hahaha. The Monte Cristo, of course, is that delightful sandwich of warm ham and gooey cheese coated in batter and deep-fried, topped with powdered sugar and served with blackberry jam. It's served at Disneyland's Blue Bayou restaurant, and the gustatory extravaganza is definitely worth the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I don't remember if I had shared this &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://harvard.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2011304&amp;l=3c05e&amp;id=1917"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to photos from my winter trip to Disneyland... ah, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night my friend and I went out to Senior Bar, which was filled with all these obnoxious, preppy douchebags I've come to hate here at Harvard. We decided we might just need a break from Senior Bar. We also went to our school's Battle of the Bands, which was held at another local bar, and that was obnoxious because I absolutely loathe loud live music, particularly bad loud live music, and even more so bad loud live rap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I'm working at my job... I did an economics study earlier that netted me $12 in cash. Yay. Later, I will probably be starting on the 15 hours worth of lecture videos I need to catch up on before my midterms in a couple of weeks. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote(s) of the Day: "Let's be BFF!" "Let's be BFFWB!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hate bad music, especially when it comes out the mouths of college students."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why would a black person work at Abercrombie and Fitch?!? You wouldn't see me working at some FUBU STORE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to be Janice Dickinson when I grow up; let's have sex!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114202412800180154?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114202412800180154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114202412800180154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/03/oooh-i-am-so-jealous-my-sister-is-at.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114136510611727449</id><published>2006-03-07T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T13:29:20.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, hearing that Yanni got arrested compelled me to listen to one of his new age pieces. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back... I've been staying in a nice hotel in downtown Boston this past weekend for Harvard Model Congress, where we college students run a government simulation program for high school students visiting from all around the country. I'm a part of the press corps, so we help the students write for and create a newspaper to distribute at the convention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was stressful, but fun. We had to work nonstop for four days, but the kids put out 7 newspapers in that time. A humorous highlight was when the Constitutional Convention, a group that reenacts the founding of our country, barred some of our reporters from attending their meeting and threatened to tar and feather them. They claimed that freedom of press had not been written into the Constitution yet, so they were allowed to do that. Well, we organized a huge protest with signs and everything to protest this violation of democracratic freedoms and hypocrisy by the founding fathers. We also chanted, "We won't just report the weather; you can't have us tarred and feathered!" Good times. There was also the usual blowup between the press corps and the National Security Council because our reporters keep snooping in their secretive meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after classes and meetings, my friend and I started watching Titanic, but then people came in wanting to watch America's Next Top Model, so I watched it. I'd never seen the show before. Wow, models are really shallow. Afterwards, we went to a study break with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote(s) of the Day: "Is that... her stage name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"John Quincy Adams is a foppish dandy!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114136510611727449?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114136510611727449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114136510611727449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/03/wow-hearing-that-yanni-got-arrested.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114134966635084574</id><published>2006-03-02T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:55:51.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, this has been an intense week, filled with sleep, no sleep, sleep, no sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get any sleep last night, so forgive me for terrible writing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had papers due on Tuesday and today, so there was a lot of writing of papers and not sleeping. There was then a lot of sleeping to catch up in between. Alas. My sleep schedule has been screwed up beyond repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, my suitemates and I threw a party. Considering the cold weather, we decided to theme it to a beach party. It gave us an excuse to finally decorate our common room. It now has some really pretty construction paper cutouts that make it into a lovely beach scene. Alas, though, there were a billion other parties going on that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did sneak out somewhat secretly a bit early so I could go out and dance. I really wanted to dance that night, so I found my outlet. I had a good time, and I also got a Felipe's super burrito. Yummm. It makes me want to say Felipe's like Dory in Finding Nemo says the word "Escape" like "ess-cah-pay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, as I was staying up all night to write my paper, I had a great chat with a good friend. That was after another fun distraction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm pretty much done for the week. I don't have class on Fridays, and after today's intense day (starting class at 10 a.m. going nearly continuously until 7 p.m. - oh, the price I pay for having Fridays free) on top of not sleeping last night, I'm exhausted. If I had more energy, I'd go to senior bar, which is tonight. But alas, I just might go to bed at 9 p.m. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, no more complaints, from here on out it's fun fun fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... actually, matters regarding the sensitive subject of race are not necessarily fun, but here's a little tidbit!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call it, "They Have To Deal With Something Racial Every Day." haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friend is performing in Ghungroo, which is this annual celebration of Indian/South Asian culture done in music, skits, and dance. Although many non South-Asians are involved, the majority of the cast is actually of that heritage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the final performances, the performers had to listen to the standard Harvard theater/stage fire safety speech, and the guy giving it tells the performers, "If there's a fire, you need to head out. Don't try to put out the fire yourselves; leave it to the professionals, like the firefighters. It's OK for us to leave the work to them... it's like outsourcing; you guys know a lot about that, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH!!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire safety manager then goes on to talk about how there's a heart defibrillator in the lobby: "All the instructions are on the board, and well, I'm sure two thirds of you are pre-meds anyway, so you'll be fine..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inappropriate!!! Haha, how fawkward!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote(s) of the Day: "What if they're sexually incompatible?!? You don't buy a car without taking it out for a test drive!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Masturbation is the opiate of the masses!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care about what's going on in Afghanistan ... I just care about my ORGASM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you like them small and perky?" "All you need is a mouthful! I need ice cream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My friend's a ho, so he asks me for my advice..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She leaves you wanting more, but then all you get is sex..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114134966635084574?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114134966635084574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114134966635084574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/03/wow-this-has-been-intense-week-filled.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114128156568830979</id><published>2006-03-01T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:39:25.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://thecrimson.com/article.aspx?ref=511685"&gt;Web Site Offers Free Food&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114128156568830979?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114128156568830979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114128156568830979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/03/web-site-offers-free-food.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114118842745008228</id><published>2006-02-28T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T20:47:07.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh. I just got back from another soul-sapping experience at The Crimson, where happiness goes to die. Alas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I'll see my name in the paper tomorrow... hopefully they'll get my name right this time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114118842745008228?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114118842745008228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114118842745008228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/02/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114112214620255096</id><published>2006-02-28T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T02:23:10.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why I have an irrational dislike of argyle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114112214620255096?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114112214620255096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114112214620255096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-dont-know-why-i-have-irrational.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114069124786492903</id><published>2006-02-23T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T14:20:34.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha... "I Have To Deal With Something Racial Every Day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.thecrimson.com/article.aspx?ref=511541"&gt;Harvard Greets Visiting Asian Students&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, sadly the system automatically puts a period after the J in my byline, even though there isn't one after my middle name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Sadly, some editors still put a period after the J in my name in the print edition of The Crimson despite my writing "No period after the J" right after my name. BOOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114069124786492903?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114069124786492903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114069124786492903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/02/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114066351157615239</id><published>2006-02-22T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T02:37:48.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CRIMSON'D!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, The Harvard Crimson. Today, I went in and wrote a story for them. I spent 9 hours total on interviwing, writing, and being edited/waiting to be edited. If I were working for a real newspaper, I could have made a full day's salary. Alas. It was my first time there in like a year and a half. I gotta start writing for them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a story about this cultural exchange program between Harvard students and students at various Asian universities (haha, I Have To Deal With Something Racial Every Day (c)2006). I interviewed these cultural ambassadors and got to hear what they had to say about America and Harvard, which apparently is highly regarded in Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, writing for The Crimson is always a grind. The place is absurdly loud and not conducive to good writing. That, and it confirms my worst insecurities about being a terrible writer. Well, I guess I'll leave my critics to do the judging when my article is (hopefully) published tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I must stay up and do work that is due tomorrow. Oh, school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114066351157615239?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114066351157615239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114066351157615239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/02/crimsond-ah-harvard-crimson.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-114057121101544614</id><published>2006-02-21T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T17:40:44.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, time is rushing by quickly. I had forgotten how quickly the spring semester ramps up compared to fall semester. Midterms and projects are just a couple weeks away, and soon it will be spring break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I have decided to go to Walt Disney World in Florida for our big senior year spring break blowout! It should be an amazing time; I'm looking forward to experiencing Expedition Everest, the new roller coaster at Disney's Animal Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my sister visited me this past weekend. It was the first time she had ever been to Boston (or a major east coast city, for that matter; she's only an hour away from New York City and she still hasn't been there!). She arrived late Thursday night, and we joined my friends Kayt and Mischa for a game of Settlers of Catan, quickly becoming one of my favorite board games ("What was that fun game we played last night? Gattaca?" "You mean Settlers of Catan???"). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, we went and did some sightseeing around Harvard and Harvard Square. We had lunch with my friends, and then my sister wanted to go shopping at the Cambridgeside Galleria mall, so we spent the afternoon there. Then, we went downtown and looked at Newbury Street and the Copley Square Mall. We then went to see the musical Les Miserables, which I had seen a couple years ago the last time it was in Boston. This time, I actually knew the storyline and songs, so it was much more powerful. The first time I had seen it, I got confused because the entire thing is sung through and the faulty sound system (and my seat location in the theater) ensured that I couldn't catch everything. We finished the day stopping by my friend's birthday party. My sister was tired, so I took her back to my room, but then I later went out to socialize some more with friends in Mather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we had lunch and then went out to Boston Common to go ice skating! It was only the second time I've ever ice skated; the first time was freshman year. Despite this unseasonably warm winter, this day turned out to be the coldest day so far of the season, with wind chill making it feel like it's in the minus degrees. Thus, we were freezing, and after two hours of skating, I couldn't feel my fingers or my chin anymore. My fingers were so cold that I couldn't untie the laces on my ice skates. Ah. We took the T back to campus, had dinner with my friends, and then we saw the movie I [heart] Huckabees on DVD. Afterwards, we went and got some food from the Kong. My sister loves crab rangoon, and, well, the Kong has some damn good crab rangoon. After that, my sister said she was tired, so she went to sleep. I still wanted to party, so after she went to bed, I went out to Currier where I met up with a couple of friends and had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Sunday morning, I took my sister to the Greyhound bus station downtown so she could go back to Yale. I then slept for the day, but after dinner I went with a few friends and we went to Grendel's and the Kong. I had sesame chicken, which was fairly good, but not as good as the sesame chicken at my hometown Chinese buffet. We then went back to my friend's room, socialized some more, watched some amazing/hilarious film clips, and had an amazing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I did work and tried to be productive. I also had a visitor over and we chatted for a bit. Today, I'm watching the Olympics and celebrating my friend's 22nd birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "Is everyone's spam as fucked up as mine?: Subject: (fwd) Cat takes hard anal drilling and cumshot" "I always thought it was curiosity that killed the cat. Guess I was mistaken."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-114057121101544614?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114057121101544614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/114057121101544614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/02/ah-time-is-rushing-by-quickly.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113997982086668117</id><published>2006-02-14T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T22:16:44.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, Valentine's Day is just another day to me. However, I did wear my nice new red and chocolate polo shirt to mark the occasion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun. After getting up early, going to classes, and working, I went to a screening of the classic thriller Jaws for my contemporary Hollywood cinema course. Lots of tense moments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I said goodbye to a great friend who was going back home having just graduated after finishing the fall semester. We celebrated by going to the Kong and had lots of Chinese food. Aw, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I watched some of the Olympics! I haven't seen much of the competition after the opening ceremonies, so it was cool... literally. There was some skiing and some ice skating. Even though I had already read online who had won, it was still exciting to see everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote(s) of the Day: "I would consider his personality a chronic illness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I try to facilitate rimming whenever I can." (With regard to rimming sugar for glassware for fancy alcoholic drinks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He died as he lived, laughing at a tampon joke and eating an orange rind."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113997982086668117?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113997982086668117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113997982086668117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-valentines-day-is-just-another.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113989774995989700</id><published>2006-02-13T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T22:15:49.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To all my friends and acquaintances, I'd like to extend a warm invitation for you to visit me here at Harvard! I am graduating this spring, and this is your last chance to come visit the beautiful campus, enjoy the fun city of Boston, and see what I've been up to the past four years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-mail me to make arrangements.... I will accommodate you anytime up until June 8 when Harvard evicts me with graduation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I never posted a picture of my fauxhawk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-917.facebook.com/images/profile/346/35/n1917_11090.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113989774995989700?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113989774995989700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113989774995989700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-all-my-friends-and-acquaintances-id.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113960021279766951</id><published>2006-02-12T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T15:13:22.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I came upon a CD-quality version of the soundtrack to Walt Disney's Parade of Dreams (the new 50th anniversary parade at Disneyland) and I am FREAKING OUT!!! I've been wanting something like this since I first heard the music when the parade officially premiered at the Disneyland press event on May 4, 2005, and now that I have it I am listening to it nonstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was nice. I went into Boston and saw celebrity magician David Copperfield's latest touring production, which was in town. I've enjoyed David Copperfield's television specials since I was very young. His illusions are incredible, despite the objectification of women in some of his routines/jokes (however tongue-in-cheek they are). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was downtown to buy tickets for an upcoming show (Spamalot, the musical based on the cult classic Monty Python and the Holy Grail) when I found out there were still student tickets for the Copperfield show, so I got one a couple minutes before the show started. I got a seat pretty close to the front, but very far to the side, which still was a great view. I liked this seat because I could see everything, but the unique angle allowed me to better figure out how he did some of his illusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was cool, though the illusions weren't exactly as flashy as some of his earlier ones with fiery explosions or life-threatening stunts. I really liked how he tied his illusions together with the theme of making dreams come true (winning the lottery, buying a car, reuniting with a loved one, going on vacation, etc.). It made the show much more enjoyable. After a long introductory film with clips about the awards he's won and references about him in pop culture, he appeared suddenly with a motorcycle in a previously empty box. In the next illusion, he passed through a sheet of solid steel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other illusions included getting a deadly scorpion to pick a previously selected card out of a deck of cards, predicting a string of lottery numbers selected randomly by audience members, making a live duck appear and disappear, levitating a large group of audience members and then making them disappear and reappear, transporting an audience member with him to Hawaii and back, making a Chevy convertible appear in the middle of the stage with audience members surrounding the whole thing, and disappearing from a platform outstretched over the audience. The show was really interactive, and he got the audience to really participate in everything. He also made a lot of funny jokes, although some I've heard before in his TV specials ("It's Copperfield, not cop-a-feel," he quips after a woman touches him onstage).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week, I enjoyed going to new classes as shopping period came to a close and the spring semester officially began. It's senior spring! On Monday, I screened the film The Exorcist for the contemporary Hollywood cinema course I'm auditing. I'm generally not shocked by little girls saying profane things, but even this film made me shudder, particularly in a gruesome scene involving masturbation with a crucifix. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since classes are just getting started and I have more free time, I have been working more hours at my job. It's pretty nice and all. I enjoy helping people with websites and computer programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night, my friend Kayt and I were going to go to senior bar, but when we saw how crowded it was, we turned back and made our own fun. Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, my friend Marion and I watched the Opening Ceremonies of the Winter Olympics in Torino. Yay for pageantry and fireworks! I thought this opening production was better than the one in Athens, but not as good as the ones in Atlanta or Sydney. Those were summer games, though. This opening ceremony was at the least better than the one in Nagano, which was held in the daytime and was not interesting at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I had lunch and then went with Kayt and her visiting friend to downtown Boston where we did some sightseeing and shopping before the big storm hit. Later in the evening, I watched some of the Olympics and then visited my friend who was hosting a 20's-style speakeasy style party. Good times. We laughed, we told stories, we made merry. Later, I went to the Kong and had delightful Chinese food! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I have been remarkably unproductive, having spent the entire afternoon in the dining hall chatting from brunch to the beginning of dinner. It's OK, though... there is so much snow outside that it's not worth going outside at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad that Michelle Kwan can't compete in the Olympics, but it's really weird reading articles in the press that are like career obituaries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "One should always be careful when discussing the sensitive subject of race." "Around Alex?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's ridiculous! That's like putting on a condom to eat out pussy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113960021279766951?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113960021279766951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113960021279766951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-came-upon-cd-quality-version-of.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113959994688853950</id><published>2006-02-10T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T11:32:26.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Intriguing article about costuming at Disneyland: &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-costumes9feb09,0,3899060,full.story?coll=la-headlines-california"&gt;Reality Shapes Disney Garb&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I laughed when I read this paragraph: "But that doesn't mean Disneyland should change its motto to "the heftiest place on Earth." An influx of Asian employees in recent years prompted the park to add smaller sizes too, Disney officials said."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, Walt Disney's cartoon creation who preceded Mickey Mouse but was taken away from him in a rights dispute, is finally back home with the Walt Disney Company! &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2006/football/nfl/02/09/bc.fbn.nbc.michaels.ap/index.html"&gt;Story&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113959994688853950?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113959994688853950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113959994688853950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/02/intriguing-article-about-costuming-at.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113937812167020638</id><published>2006-02-07T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T21:55:21.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I Have To Deal With Something Racial Every Day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you say your name, ethnically?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "I want someone who will just tolerate my Asianness, not glorify it..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113937812167020638?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113937812167020638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113937812167020638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-have-to-deal-with-something-racial.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113864205984316178</id><published>2006-02-02T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T23:38:21.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few nights ago I joined a couple of friends and watched the movie The Day After Tomorrow. I missed the big-budget disaster film when it was in the theaters, so it was nice to finally see it on DVD. My friends are quite knowledgeable in the realm of science, so they pointed out the scientific inaccuracies in the film. We also made snarky comments at the numerous awkward moments in the movie. Ah, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week, I worked at my job and enjoyed the last days of Intersession, hanging out with friends and doing fun things. Classes started again yesterday, and we get a week to "shop" classes and pick which ones we will ultimately choose to take. I'm looking at a variety of exciting classes since it is my last semester here and my last chance to take classes at Harvard (unless I come back for grad school or something...). I get three or four electives and one last required core class. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my friends and I watched the documentary The Aristocrats, which about a very very dirty joke that can be told in infinitely different ways. It was funny, but not as funny as I thought it would be. Still a shockingly good time, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "You were dating someone?!?! Why do you not tell me these things?!?!" "Um, because we suffer together in our singledom?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113864205984316178?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113864205984316178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113864205984316178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/02/few-nights-ago-i-joined-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113853379006537039</id><published>2006-01-29T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T04:00:03.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fittingly, my friends and I went to the Kong last night to get Chinese food. Yum. I haven't had Kong food in a while. After I poured the tea for everyone (I was assigned to do it because I'm Asian and I have to deal with something racial every day... hahaha), I proposed a toast: "Since it is the year of the dog, may we all have lots of doggy-style sex this year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the evening, we had a mini dance party in my friend's room, where we danced to Steps and songs from other fun artists. This was after having dinner at Grendel's, a bar/restaurant. I ate raw instant oatmeal from a cup that I got from the dining hall. Ah, it was a good day. Now, I am staying up working on my website, but this will cause me to sleep into the afternoon. Alas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been nice. I've been hanging around school and Boston since it is "Intersession," when we don't have classes between the end of finals and the beginning of spring semester. It's weird being around here during this time. I've always been away whenever there's a break, so it feels strange to be on campus with no work whatsoever to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, it's been exactly a year since I went to Hawaii and Walt Disney World for Intersession. Luckily for me, winter this year has been particularly mild so I'm not longing to get away as badly, but a change of scenery would be nice. I should have gone to Montreal like I had considered... ah well... it's fun staying around, working on my website, and hanging out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote(s) of the Day: "I'm worried you're going to kill me and then dump my body into the lake." "Um, the lake's frozen right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[Doncha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Doncha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? Doncha? Doncha?]" "Hey, it's our song!" "Why is that our song?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lesbians are lousy tippers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're going to be drunk, you might as well speak in a British accent!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watching Oprah Winfrey tear someone a new asshole is like watching God create the universe."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113853379006537039?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113853379006537039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113853379006537039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-chinese-new-year-fittingly-my.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113843471560343086</id><published>2006-01-27T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T23:51:55.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Have To Deal With Something Racial Every Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember the Cabbage Patch Kids? You're like one of those."&lt;br /&gt;"OK, there was not an Asian Cabbage Patch Kid."&lt;br /&gt;"Fine, you're like Hello Kitty."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113843471560343086?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113843471560343086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113843471560343086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-to-deal-with-something-racial_27.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113835124445326948</id><published>2006-01-27T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T00:40:44.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exchange of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have underwear with Spider-Man's face on them."&lt;br /&gt;"Like, on the crotch?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uh huh."&lt;br /&gt;"Gasp! What would Mary Jane say?!?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, baby!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113835124445326948?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113835124445326948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113835124445326948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/01/exchange-of-day-i-have-underwear-with.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113807619725049157</id><published>2006-01-26T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T11:45:01.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's time for another installment of "I Have To Deal With Something Racial Every Day"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While visiting my sister at Yale, I went to an "arts and crafts" study break hosted by one of the residential colleges on campus. There was a nice Asian-American girl who was leading a session on origami and teaching people how to fold paper cranes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be quite proficient at origami, if I may say so myself, and I would take delight in all these delightful paper projects. However, it has been many years since I last folded a paper crane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it had been so long since I last "origami'd," I was having quite a bit of difficulty folding my paper crane at this study break. I asked for some assistance from the girl leading the session, and when she came by, she told me, "Oh, I just assumed you would be really good at Origami and wouldn't need help because you're Asian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113807619725049157?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113807619725049157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113807619725049157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-time-for-another-installment-of-i.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113807532565450719</id><published>2006-01-24T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T19:41:57.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha, yay. I'm at Yale visiting my sister. I left Sunday morning after an amazing Saturday. I had an exam Saturday morning, and I got up early that day following only three hours of sleep after a long night of last-minute studying (is there any other kind?). That was kind of a downer. The exam went alright, though, and it was my final final exam, so after having lunch, I celebrated by going into town and shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had seen a really nice green shirt online, but I procrastinated on ordering it, even though there was free shipping. By the time I got around to ordering it, it had gone out of stock, and I was really disappointed because I really wanted this shirt. So I went into town to look for it in the stores. I started in the American Eagle Outfitters on Newbury Street, but the store there didn't have the shirt, so I walked to the AE store at Faneuil Hall, all the way across the city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed by Boston Common, and I strolled by the lake and stopped by to watch the people skating on the outdoor ice skating rink set up during the winter. Even though the temperature was a "warm" 50 degrees, they still had the rink running with the cooler underneath running. I also toured the big cemetery downtown, which I'd passed before but had never gone into. I saw the graves of Sam Adams, John Hancock, Paul Revere, and Benjamin Franklin's mother and father. That was particularly cool because I had seen Benjamin Franklin's burial site when I was in Philadelphia last summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The store at Faneuil Hall didn't have the shirt I wanted either, but they called around and said that the shirt in the size I wanted was available at the Cambridgeside Galleria mall, so I walked all the way there, a good 40-minute walk into the neighboring city, to get the shirt. Yay. It also happened to be the last day of the store's winter clearance sale, so I picked up a couple other items of clothing for cheap. Yay for sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurried back to campus where I met up with a couple of friends, and we had dinner at a nice Japanese restaurant. We had sushi, and my vegan friend had five orders of avocado sushi. I had a California roll, which also has avocado. Avocado overload!!! My friend tried a Philadelphia roll, which has lox and cream cheese. It was like eating a bagel at Sunday brunch. After dinner, we hung out some more until &lt;strike&gt;I was no longer interested in spending any more time with them&lt;/strike&gt; it got late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then visited another friend, chatted for a bit, and then we went to my friend's birthday party, where I had a great time with friends. After the party, we stayed up and chatted until we were too tired to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I took the subway to South Station in Boston and took the (as-always) sketchy Greyhound bus to New Haven, CT to visit my sister. I slept for most of the trip, but that was good because I was very tired. I settled in at my sister's dorm and then I went out to get some food. I finally got to try Yale dining hall food, since the last time I visited (during the Harvard-Yale football game weekend), the dining halls were closed for Thanksgiving break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I went to see a concert by The Click Five, a new band I recently heard about. They have some pretty catchy tunes, and it was a fun concert. There were also a couple of opening acts that were pretty cool; I wouldn't mind listening to their songs again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I went to lunch at Commons, the big dining hall that is reminiscent of the grand hall at Hogwarts in Harry Potter. The food was pretty good, and they had more salad, fruit, and dessert options than at Harvard, but fewer hot food selections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I went to my sister's friend's introductory astronomy class, which was fun. My sister and I then went to a special house master's tea at one of the colleges here where the guest was composer Stephen Schwartz, who wrote the musical Wicked and wrote lyrics/songs for the Disney films Pocahontas and The Hunchback of Notre Dame. I've been a fan of his music, particularly the Disney stuff, for a long time, so it was neat to hear him talk about the process behind writing for these movies/musicals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we went to dinner. Later at night, I played Super Mario in my sister's dorm's common room, and then we went to an "arts and crafts" study break, where there was paper folding/origami, cupcake decorating, button/pin making, and other assorted paper craft creating. We then got snacks at the late night grill. I played some more video games and finally went to bed really late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to lunch again at Commons, and then I sat in on another lecture, this time an introductory psychology class. The topic for the lecture was cognitive development, and the professor offered a lot of interesting examples of how babies lack/possess certain mental faculties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I went and took a look at the main library at Yale, which was built in the style of a church, as well as the school's famous rare books library, which is built with these translucent panes of marble that let light in. It's so beautiful inside, despite the ugly exterior. There was also a Gutenberg Bible, one of five in the country and dozen or so surviving around the world, on display. That was cool to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yale is so pretty. I think I wrote about this the last time I was here, but the architecture is really beautiful and really reminds me of Oxford's. There are parts of campus here where I feel as if I've been transported to England. The classroom interiors are really nice, too. The school is nice, but one of the major drawbacks is that it's kind of in the middle of nowhere. Sure, New York City is just a train ride away, but it doesn't come close to the convenience of taking the T into downtown Boston from Harvard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "[Looking at calculator] Wow, that's a really big number." "See that number? That's how large my cock is." "[Points to calculator, which reads -97,382.36]"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113807532565450719?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113807532565450719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113807532565450719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/01/haha-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113791798885211633</id><published>2006-01-22T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T00:19:48.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Earlier this week at dinner, the dining hall offered a delightful "Savory Spotlight" (a special display featuring various variations on one food item) on honey. This Savory Spotlight set out five different types of honey (from regular dining hall honey to "apple blossom honey"), as well as some biscuits and apple slices on which to drizzle them. It was a fun Savory Spotlight, like many of the others, such as apples, pears, nuts, and citrus fruits (which we used to reenact the opening sequence from Disney's 1994 full-length animated feature The Lion King). At the very least it was certainly better than the Savory Spotlight on salt. Ha. That one was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During dinner, &lt;strike&gt;my friends and&lt;/strike&gt; I made terribly unpalatable puns about the Savory Spotlight on honey... "Honey, check out the honey!" "I can't BEE-lieve how good the honey is!" "People are swarming around the honey!" "Damn, that honey display is //sweeeet//!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Thursday evening, I ate waaay too much at dinner and forgot that there were two study breaks that night. The first I went to started right after dinner and was a fast food study break. Our entryway tutors bought tons of food from McDonalds such as Chicken McNuggests, Big Macs, french fries, and even healthier items from the menu, such as salad with chicken, yogurt parfait, and apple salad. For dessert there was even the baked apple pie with filling hotter than lava.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, the mitigation pizza arrived. There has been heavy construction next to our dormitory, and to assuage complaints about the noise a mitigation fund has been set up. The crews tapped into the fund and for the past three days have been offering pizza as a late-night snack, basically a bribe to stop our (rightful) complaints about the noise. We call it mitigation pizza and keep making frivolous comments about it, such as, "I have not been mitigated by the mitigation pizza," and, "I think they should have mitigation sex acts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had some of that pizza on top of the McDonald's food on top of dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I clearly cannot tear myself away from the comestibles at any event, here's a new photo album I created entitled "Sam J with Food": &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://harvard.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2010104&amp;l=4ba1c&amp;id=1917"&gt;Click here to view!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote(s) of the Day: "If you vomit in my room, I'll kill you." "Don't kill me." "Don't vomit in my room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your revolutionary tendencies have turned capitalistic, and it'd be tragic if it weren't so lucrative."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks for the ice cream! You're the best sugar daddy ever!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113791798885211633?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113791798885211633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113791798885211633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/01/earlier-this-week-at-dinner-dining.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113783549751344533</id><published>2006-01-21T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T01:24:57.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I Have To Deal With Something Racial Every Day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was enjoying some sweet and sour dipping sauce with my french fries, and my friend remarked, "I see you are eating the sauce of your heritage."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113783549751344533?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113783549751344533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113783549751344533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-to-deal-with-something-racial_21.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113748417935374426</id><published>2006-01-20T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T01:24:12.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From earlier this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say... the highlight of today certainly was attending a study break where a game of charades was suggested and played. Among the innocent words that were acted out were "Rosetta Stone," "argonaut," "chipotle," "Riddle of the Sphinx," "the Hamptons," and "Oedipus complex." I, however, was assigned in one particular round to act out the word "prophylactic." While the word does mean anything that is preventative (like a malaria prophylactic), I thought the quickest way to get the word across was to convey it in the context of a reproductive contraceptive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone walked in during the middle of my gesturing and asked if we were playing "naughty charades."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113748417935374426?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113748417935374426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113748417935374426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/01/from-earlier-this-week-i-must-say.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113681934495631462</id><published>2006-01-16T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T17:39:27.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two Fridays ago, I visited a couple of friends at the Kong, and while the Chinese food looked amazing, I didn't have any because I wasn't very hungry. We stayed up and chatted into the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Saturday night was... interesting. And magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, my friends and I went out to have dim sum for brunch in Chinatown. It was delicious. I haven't had dim sum in a long time. There were the usual dishes, like the pork buns, the shrimp dumplings, and the turnip cakes. We also had delightful desserts such as egg custard pastry, lotus roll, and sweet tofu! Yum. My friend remarked, "I've never had dim sum with so many non-Asians!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, my friend and I visited some stores to find a present for his significant other while I recounted a tale of sordidness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been more writing of papers and then mad studying for my final Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was the tradition donut bash where we ate tons of donuts and then it was off to the yard for the Primal Scream run, where students run naked to celebrate the night before finals begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final on Saturday went well, I think. I knew how to answer all the questions asked, and I thought my essays were pretty decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, my friends and I had a small get-together. A couple of friends were getting their hair dyed, and then we played a hilarious round of bowl full of nouns, the game that's like Taboo and charades. There was much fun, and we munched on delightful Chinese takeout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night, I went out because it was a three-day weekend. I finally managed to get my hair into a fauxhawk, something I've wanted to do for a while but have never been able to do because it is usually too short and my hair is too stiff. Perhaps I can get a picture up sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote(s) of the Day: "On New Year's Eve, did you... indulge in any spirits?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zimbabwe is sooo bad at being a country."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cannibals eat other things, too, besides people, you know; it's not like they can find people to eat all the time." "With 6 billion people in the world, surely there must be //someone// who is suitable for consumption."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113681934495631462?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113681934495631462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113681934495631462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/01/two-fridays-ago-i-visited-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113686599657661515</id><published>2006-01-09T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T20:09:28.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Have To Deal With Something Racial Every Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have to deal with being a racist everyday," says a friend of mine in response to the ongoing series on my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113686599657661515?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113686599657661515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113686599657661515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-to-deal-with-something-racial_09.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113672386012474251</id><published>2006-01-08T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T04:37:40.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of my resolutions for the new year was to update more frequently about the goings-on in my life. I guess I can start by doing a quick recap of winter break... (Here's part 1... Part 2 comes in the next post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started pretty terribly... papers due in the midst of my dying of what the doctor said was probably pneumonia or bronchitis. Nice. But Mr. Pharmy gave me some nice antibiotics in pill form, and that helped me get better over the course of two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over break, I visited my friends Jessi and Bruce at their Bay Area apartment. Former high school classmate Sandy and her friend Misty were there, too, and it was a big party. Jessi and Bruce took me to a Chinese buffet, which was pretty good (Bruce thought I could get them a better deal because I'm Asian and all... I told him it doesn't work like that... White people don't give their white customers discounts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening, I reconciled with my high school friend Katie, who stopped by to visit with delightful Cranberry Bliss Bars, and we all made merriment with such activities as stealthily taking photographs of Jessi when she wasn't paying attention, hiding things, watching The Colbert Report and the Family Guy movie starring Stewie, and throwing stuffed animals and paper airplanes at each other in the living room. (Wow, the preceding sentence was waaaay too long.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessi even brought out her stuffed bear (from the Build-A-Bear Workshop in Downtown Disney at the Disneyland Resort), which makes a disturbing giggling noise when you press a little box sewn inside. However, occasionally the little box migrates down the bear's body, so it ends up giggling creepily when you press its groin. Later, when I accidentally sat on the bear and it started giggling, I said, "Why is my laugh assing?!?" Of course, I meant to say, "Why is my ass laughing?" Can you believe that I was the only one sober in the room? Alas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have kneed that poor bear's crotch to make it giggle. Luckily, the bear is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went shopping at the mall, and it was a lot of fun. I got some new shirts including this nice one, which I wore to a recent party: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ae.speedera.net/Images/laydowns/large/2153_8550_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also ate at the food court, where I told some story from school that ended with the quote, "I CAN NEVER USE THE REMOTE CONTROL FOR THE TV CAUSE THE BATTERIES ARE ALWAYS IN YOUR VIBRATOR!!!" I accidentally said that line a little too loudly in front of a bunch of children who suddenly appeared next to us. It's alright, though. I'm sure they weren't listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113672386012474251?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113672386012474251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113672386012474251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-of-my-resolutions-for-new-year-was.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113672330336707967</id><published>2006-01-08T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T04:49:28.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Part 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of fun times over break. My sister (and one of her friends from high school and one of her friends from Yale) and I went to Disneyland! It was the first time in several years we've been to Disneyland during the (busy) winter season when all the amazing holiday decorations are up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBLIGATORY PHOTO IN FRONT OF SLEEPING BEAUTY CASTLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://photos-746.facebook.com/n8/3592/79/310496/n310496_30080746_8905.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one! (We had fun taking pictures while waiting for Walt Disney's Parade of Dreams to start):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-754.facebook.com/n8/3592/79/310496/n310496_30080754_409.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also the delightful Christmas Fantasy Parade. We hopped over to Disney's California Adventure and got to preview the upcoming Monsters, Inc. ride. It had only been open for soft openings for a few days when we went, so it was exciting to see something so new. I really liked the ride; its storyline gave it a sense of excitement, even though it's a slow-moving dark ride, and there were a lot of excellent special effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were quite disappointed that evening when the 17-minute-long "Remember... Dreams Come True" fireworks spectacular was cancelled due to the weather (curse you, Santa Ana winds!), but we carried on and enjoyed the rest of our day. However, I was exhausted by the end of the day at Disneyland; I hadn't slept more than 4 hours each of the 4 nights before the trip, and the entire day of walking didn't help matters. You know something's wrong when you can't even stay awake for the duration of the nighttime special effects extravaganza Fantasmic!, which is blindingly bright and ear-splittingly loud. I actually fell asleep during the show (which is my favorite show anywhere). Well, at the end of the day we all drove to my sister's friend's dorm at a nearby college, and I fell asleep immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over break I also saw a bunch of movies. My friends and I went to see Chronicles of Narnia, which was visually exciting, and nothing beats the magic of discovering a completely different world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aslan was &lt;i&gt;totally&lt;/i&gt; into Lucy... It was like pedophilia and bestiality at the same time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, some of the Christian references may have been lost on me. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw The Producers, which was a faithful reproduction of the Broadway musical, which I saw in New York a few years ago (but not with Nathan Lane and Matthew Broderick). They kept a lot of the good jokes, songs, and of course the amazing Springtime for Hitler musical number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film wasn't too good cinematographically, though. Theater direction is different from film direction, and it's painfully obvious in this film when blocking used in the theater is reproduced exactly for the movie, so things just look awkward. If you do see the film, be sure to stay through the very end of the credits for a hilarious Will Ferrell song and a final song and dance number with the whole cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice being home and seeing some friends I haven't seen in a very long time. This was my first time home in six months (the longest I've ever been away from home) because I worked in Philadelphia, then went to Oxford for summer school, and then came directly back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally turned 21 on Christmas, and my friends took me out to celebrate a few days later at the local bar. They bought me an A.M.F. (Adios Motherfuckers), which has sooo much alcohol. Too much, actually. Alas. We went out a few days later and went bar hopping (my first time, woo!). 'Twas a lot of fun. We ended the night at Denny's and ate lots of unhealthy food. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For New Year's Eve, I hosted a small get-together with a few friends. 'Twas lots of fun. We played games and watched the ball drop in New York at midnight, and we banged pots and pans while screaming "Happy New Year!" at the top of our lungs in the quiet residential neighborhood at 1 a.m. Pacific Standard Time. We then stayed up eating Bagel Bites and Haagen-Dazs ice cream bars while watching Margaret Cho's hilarious "Notorious C.H.O." DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm back at school, madly studying (yeah, right) for final exams that begin next week. Then, I get another week off, and the spring semester (my last college semester!!!) begins in February!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote(s) of the Day:  "I can't close the glove compartment because your tube of lube is too big!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm more drunk sober than I am drunk!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awkward is the new suave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I spent all of today groping an old woman." "And by that you mean you spent all of today dissecting the body of an 81-year-old in your anatomy class."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113672330336707967?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113672330336707967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113672330336707967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/01/part-2-there-were-lots-of-fun-times.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113635853670906864</id><published>2006-01-04T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T23:15:49.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I Have To Deal With Something Racial Every Day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, three of my (white) friends and I were chatting late at night on the corner of an intersection, when suddenly someone in a car drives by and screams out the window at us, "GO BACK TO AFGHANISTAN!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, my friend then says to me, "He was probably yelling at you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113635853670906864?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113635853670906864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113635853670906864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-to-deal-with-something-racial.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113635695474958638</id><published>2006-01-03T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T22:42:34.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alas! I have not yet made resolutions for the new year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2006, I hope to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise more&lt;br /&gt;Be more punctual&lt;br /&gt;Socialize more&lt;br /&gt;Do more work on my website(s)&lt;br /&gt;Blog more&lt;br /&gt;Eat healthier foods&lt;br /&gt;Be friendlier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps graduate from college...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113635695474958638?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113635695474958638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113635695474958638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2006/01/alas-i-have-not-yet-made-resolutions.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113492311233173001</id><published>2005-12-18T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T08:26:18.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay, I finally found an easy way to upload my pictures and share them. As much as I gripe about and hate The Facebook, the picture uploading program is really fast and easy to use. Now, I can share my photo album with non-Facebook users, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://harvard.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2005981&amp;l=2f969&amp;id=1917"&gt;photos&lt;/a&gt; from the Live 8 concerts this summer, which I got to help cover for The Philadelphia Inquirer newspaper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113492311233173001?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113492311233173001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113492311233173001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2005/12/yay-i-finally-found-easy-way-to-upload.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113490659463347159</id><published>2005-12-18T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T03:49:54.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Augh! I didn't want to read &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.upi.com/ConsumerHealthDaily/view.php?StoryID=20051214-022347-3381r"&gt;this news article&lt;/a&gt; while eating breakfast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113490659463347159?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113490659463347159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113490659463347159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2005/12/augh-i-didnt-want-to-read-this-news.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113465944168123753</id><published>2005-12-15T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T07:10:41.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been exactly four years since I found out I got into Harvard. I'll never forget the day when my life changed forever. It feels like just yesterday... I had applied early action in October senior year of high school, never thinking I had a chance of getting in. They mailed a confirmation postcard saying that they had received my application and that a decision would be sent by e-mail on December 15. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day finally came around, and I was running to the computer lab to check my e-mail between every class in the morning to see if I had been accepted. I checked again at the beginning of lunchtime, but the notice still had not come. Finally, I checked one more time right before lunch ended. There was the e-mail from the Harvard Admissions Office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened it, held my breath as the page loaded, and saw the word: Congratulations. I couldn't believe it. I reread the letter three times before I could believe the good news. It was one of the best moments of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, the past four years have been a nonstop whirlwind of excitement and possibilities that I never could have imagined or anticipated back then during my senior year of high school. Thanks, Harvard, for taking a chance on this small-town kid with big dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113465944168123753?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113465944168123753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113465944168123753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2005/12/wow-its-been-exactly-four-years-since.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113450457953175137</id><published>2005-12-13T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T12:09:39.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday night was my house's winter formal. Although it was on a Sunday and I have lots of work to do this week, I can't say no to social events, so I decided to go. It was held at a nice little bar down the street, and I had fun hanging out with friends and dancing. The food was really great, with buffalo wings, calamari, taco pizza, tons of fresh fruit, cheese and crackers, and wonderful little tarts, eclairs, and cream puffs. After the formal, I stayed up way too late for a Sunday night hanging out with friends and chatting into the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most intense part of the semester is hitting. I had an exhausting-to-write five-page paper due today, an 8-10 page paper due on Thursday, and another 8-10 page paper due next Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to finish that last paper before Tuesday, since I'm leaving Tuesday morning for winter vacation! I'm really looking forward to the break. I'm flying into San Francisco to see Jessi and Bruce, as well as Sandy, who will be visiting at that time. We will have fun! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "I don't want to hear about their sexual freakshow bedroom activities!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113450457953175137?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113450457953175137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113450457953175137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2005/12/sunday-night-was-my-houses-winter.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113421694928068885</id><published>2005-12-10T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T13:29:53.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Friday, I went to a special event featuring James Schamus, who is the co-president of Focus Features, the art-house division of Universal Studios, and the producer of the upcoming film Brokeback Mountain. Focus Features has released films such as Lost in Translation, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, and this year's Pride and Prejudice. The professor of my film art course organized and hosted this event, so he invited us to attend. There was also a special advance screening of Brokeback Mountain, which was released by Focus Features and is currently only playing in New York and San Francisco and doesn't open to other big cities until the end of this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brokeback Mountain was a really beautiful film, both visually and emotionally. I've been a fan of Taiwanese director Ang Lee after seeing his films Sense and Sensibility and Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and he really does well with Brokeback Mountain. The film is truly evocative, with its sweeping landscape shots, long takes, and slow pacing. The relationship at the heart of the film is one of forbidden love in the face of societal hostility, and watching the story unfold causes us to reflect on the regrets and missed opportunities in our lives. It's an emotional, tragic love story film unlike anything I had ever seen before and really reminds us of the artistic power of film. I highly recommend Brokeback Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the screening, there was a Q&amp;A with James Schamus. He talked about the making of the film, his work with Ang Lee and the cast and crew, and many of the decisions that were made regarding its production, release, and marketing. It was interesting to get a look into the business side of Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening I visited some friends and played the longest game of Uno possibly in the history of the game. I had a ton of fun, though, and we conversed and partied to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed this weekend, heavily. And there was lightning, too. Quite surreal. I associate lightning with warm rainy weather, not freezing snow. Apparently, snow-lightning only happens 5% of the time it snows, so it's rare. Pretty cool, though. I learn something new every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two weekends, I've been helping out with a production of Gilbert and Sullivan's Ruddigore as house manager. I manage the ushers, take care of programs, and make sure fire safety regulations are observed. It's nice to be involved with a production again here at Harvard. Besides having to deal with the occasional snippy patron, it's a fun extracurricular. The musical is really funny, too, so it's nice to be able to see it several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, my friends watched the movie Newsies, and afterwards we played this hilarious game called "Bag Full of Nouns." It's a little bit of charades and a little bit of Taboo, and some of the associations we came up with were hilarious. Some words or phrases that we had to guess, such as "punitive damages," "the mass-balance equation," "enema," "meringue," "foot fetish," "the Bangladeshi ambassador to Sweden," "virginity," and "Equitorial Guinea" were especially amusing. I hope to play it again sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I neglected to talk about the rest of Thanksgiving weekend... The Friday after Thanksgiving, I went to see the newest Harry Potter movie, and I really enjoyed it! It was much scarier and darker than any of the previous ones, but it was still very suspenseful and visually appealing. Was anyone else creeped out by the scene with Moaning Myrtle in the bath? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! The most exciting thing about the movie was seeing places I had seen during my study abroad trip to England this summer. Much of the Harry Potter movie scenes were filmed at Oxford and Cambridge (to get that fancy old university feel), and I recognized some of the courtyards and building interiors from our tours of the colleges at Oxford and Cambridge. For example, we visited the courtyard in which they filmed the scene where Malfoy gets turned into a ferret. Let me see if I can find some pictures I took from my trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-939.facebook.com/n7/917/n1917_30107939_625.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-940.facebook.com/n7/917/n1917_30107940_1490.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-941.facebook.com/n7/917/n1917_30107941_1804.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went into the building where they filmed the scene when the Hogwarts kids learn to do ballroom dancing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-948.facebook.com/n7/917/n1917_30107948_1837.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this grand staircase appeared in the first Harry Potter film where it was shown leading to the grand hall (we then visited the dining hall that inspired the grand hall in the movie):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-947.facebook.com/n7/917/n1917_30107947_1032.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it was an enjoyable movie. The next day, we all went shopping at this huge mall. We then had a wonderful dinner and stayed up late watching Fiddler on the Roof, but I fell asleep after a few minutes because I was so tired... we got up early the next morning at 5 a.m. to return to Boston, back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote(s) of the Day: "The apple body shape is worse for the heart than the pear body shape." "What body shape am I?" "You're a stick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I woke up today at 1 in the afternoon... Now I know what it's like to live your life!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do I have two bald eagles?!?" - while playing Apples to Apples and clearing showing only one "bald eagle" card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing Uno: "Uno!" "But wait, you still have one card left!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113421694928068885?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113421694928068885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113421694928068885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2005/12/on-friday-i-went-to-special-event.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113331471512903766</id><published>2005-11-29T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T17:38:35.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The most tragic love story ever told:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl with a severe peanut allergy died after she kissed her boyfriend, who had just eaten a peanut butter snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/HEALTH/conditions/11/28/kiss.death.ap/index.html"&gt;Girl with peanut allergy dies after kiss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113331471512903766?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113331471512903766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113331471512903766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2005/11/most-tragic-love-story-ever-told-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113286161328616349</id><published>2005-11-24T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T11:46:53.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am visiting my fun friend Sara in New York for Thanksgiving. My sister gets an entire week off for Thanksgiving, so she flew back home for the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, after scrambling to finish my paper due that day, Sara's dad and brother picked us up, and we made our way back to her house. The rest of the day, we crashed and watched various TV programs, including one with the worst actors and actresses ever and a billion unnecessary subplots on the creepy religious channel. We were sure to mock the terrible production mercilessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I met Sara's hometown friends, and we all went to the mall, where one of the friends was looking for a job for winter break. There was a Disney Store, and I got a few new Disney pins, one of which is Mickey Mouse dressed as Santa. It'll go well with my Santa hat with Mickey Mouse ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to see the movie Rent, which is based on the Broadway musical. I saw it live a couple years ago when the touring production stopped at the Performing Arts Center in SLO-town, and the movie version was really good, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening, we went to a diner and had late night snacks. I had this huge slice of carrot cake that was pretty tasty. The plate was decorated with this interesting green apple flavored sauce, which was tasty on its own but seemed strange paired with the carrot cake. At least the green color looked nice against the orange/brown of the carrot cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Thanksgiving, and I am reflecting on things for which I'm thankful. Here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fulfillment of basic needs such as food, shelter, clothing, etc.&lt;br /&gt;My amazing friends who are supportive and have given me so many wonderful memories&lt;br /&gt;Being able to get a good education&lt;br /&gt;Having a kind family&lt;br /&gt;The magic and fun of Disney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "If Beethoven had died in a plane crash at age 22, it would have changed the history of music... and of aviation."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113286161328616349?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113286161328616349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113286161328616349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-thanksgiving-everyone-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113261258197231192</id><published>2005-11-21T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T14:36:21.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two weekends ago, I went to see Chicken Little! It was so much fun, and I got to see it in 3D, too! Disney is trying this new 3D projection system in various big cities, and it looks amazing. You get fun 3D glasses that look like the ones Chicken Little wears, and they make everything stand out and give the backgrounds such depth. I think all movies should be presented in 3D from now on... it makes the movie so much more fun. The movie was very funny, too. For a change of pace, I also saw the movie Jarhead. It was an interesting movie that showed the many sides of war. Regardless of how you feel about war, in the end, it's all about people and our interactions with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was the Harvard-Yale football game. It's a big deal because my school has a huge rivalry with Yale, and the football matchup each year is such a big event that it's simply known as The Game. The Harvard-Yale match switches location each year, and this year, it was at Yale. Coincidentally, my sister just started as a freshman this year at Yale, so I went to Yale to see the game and visit her for the first time. Good times ensued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my work on Friday (tutoring at the high school and then finishing taking notes on a film for my Chinese cinema class) and then hopped on a charter bus to get to Yale. Unfortunately, we hit the pre-Thanksgiving weekend traffic rush, so what would normally be a 2.5 hour ride turned to an almost 4 hour nightmare... It was like dense Los Angeles traffic with cars coming to a complete standstill. I kept feeling carsick because the bus would stop and go, stop and go, which I hate. I got to Yale at almost 8, and I met up with my sister to see the musical Assassins, which was a student production being presented that weekend. It was the first time I had ever seen the Sondheim musical, and I enjoyed it immensely. The performers, set design, lighting, and musicians were all excellent, and the production could have been one done by professionals. I really liked the musical's satirical take on murder, ambition, and disillusionment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I met my sister's friends at Yale and we went to a big Harvard-Yale dance party on campus. It was held in this huge hall that is very Harry Potter-esque (more on the beauty of Yale in a moment). 'Twas great fun and a great lead-up to the next day's game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I got up early because my sister is in the Yale marching band, so she had to get up at 6 a.m. to go to rehearsal. I was planning to sleep in, but I couldn't fall asleep again, so I read excerpts from random books in my sister's room, including Harry Potter 4 and The Da Vinci Code. Finally, the tailgates were starting, so I made my way over to the Yale Bowl and surrounding fields, where various Harvard and Yale students were partying and having a great time. There was much food and drink to be had, so I found a bunch of my Harvard friends and had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we all headed to the actual football game, and Harvard was doing terribly against Yale... losing 21-3 for a long time. Then, it was halftime, and my sister performed in the halftime show, which was hilarious because both Harvard and Yale put on short shows in which the other team gets crushed. Ex: The Harvard production made a giant bulldog (Yale's mascot) and proceeded to blow it up in the middle of the football field. It was cool to see my sister perform in front of thousands in such a huge stadium at such a major event. The third and fourth quarters got more exciting because Harvard eventually caught up to Yale, and the game was tied at 24-24 at the end of the fourth quarter. The game went into sudden death overtime, and in a nail-biting finish Harvard scored a touchdown and won! Yay for my last Harvard-Yale game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the dorms, and my sister and her friends and I had pizza. Sunday morning, my sister gave me a tour of the Yale campus, which is beautiful (I'll try to share pictures sometime). Dare I say I think the campus is prettier than Harvard's? The architecture is stunning and really reminded me of the style at Oxford or Cambridge. I felt like I had gone back to Oxford. The only thing is that Yale is not in a big city, and that's something I really like about Harvard and its location near Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had breakfast at one of the residential colleges at Yale, and took pictures in front of the amazing courtyards. We then had lunch, and then I had to catch my bus back to Harvard, this time a much shorter 2.5 hour ride without the terrible traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to see my sister at Yale and to meet her friends and see her school. It's one thing to hear her describe everything in e-mails and on the phone and another to actually see it all. Good times, all around. Maybe my sister will visit me at Harvard sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "Dance! Dance! Dance! ... Oh wait, you're not my friends!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113261258197231192?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113261258197231192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113261258197231192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2005/11/two-weekends-ago-i-went-to-see-chicken.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113232617929723769</id><published>2005-11-18T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T14:36:48.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>November 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Mickey Mouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, too, Minnie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I only hope that we don't lose sight of one thing - that it was all started by a mouse."&lt;br /&gt;-Walt Disney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113232617929723769?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113232617929723769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113232617929723769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2005/11/november-18-happy-birthday-mickey.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113104586045927386</id><published>2005-11-03T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T03:27:42.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long post including stuff I should have posted a long time ago! Here's an update about the last three weeks... an epic tale with a cast of thousands and four musical numbers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween weekend was filled with fun, activity, but it was followed by an intense yet extremely productive week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up having four costumes over the course of Halloween weekend. Previously, I was hoping to come up with a great costume idea, and I thought I had until Oct. 31 to come up with a costume. However, I had forgotten that all the parties were the weekend before, since Halloween was on a Monday this year. Thus, when my friend invited me to a get-together on Friday night, I was caught without a costume. I ended up wearing my cowboy hat from last year and some random plaid shirt and went as a not-so-convincing cowboy. It was the best I could do after being invited moments after seeing the drag show at Adams House, an annual tradition for the house. I had to see it, since this is my last year here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that first get-together, we were going to a Halloween dance party called "Sweet and Nasty," so I had another chance to get a new costume. I copied my friend's idea and went as a surf bum, wearing my board shorts and a surf t-shirt. Still uncreative, I know, but better than before. I had such a great time at the dance. It was fun to see what costumes everyone was wearing, and there was just so much energy in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musical number #1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High pitched voices: "They did the mash!"&lt;br /&gt;Creepy disembodied voice: "They did the MONSTER mash!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday evening, there was another Halloween party at a different house from where I live, so I could go as a Mormon missionary for my costume. Backstory: Last year I was kind of disappointed with my costume, so I vowed that I would plan ahead and come up with a better costume. A couple months later, I saw a movie about some Mormon missionaries, and I thought, that's it! I'm going to be a Mormon missionary for Halloween. I would wear a short-sleeved collared button-up white shirt with a thin black tie, slacks, and a black nametag with white lettering saying "Elder Lin - Church of Jesus Christ and Latter Day Saints." I would also wear a bicycle helmet, since the missionaries often travel via bike, as well as carry around a Book of Mormon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited about this costume until this school year, when I found out that five Mormons, who left at the end of our freshman year in college, just came back from a two-year mission, were resuming their studies as sophomores, and were living not only in my house but also on the floor directly below mine. Of course, I didn't want to be offensive to members of my residential hall's community, so I realized I couldn't do my costume, even though I don't think it's intentionally offensive... (it would be if I had claimed to have multiple wives or was proselytizing all over the place, but I digress).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, on Saturday, the Halloween party was in a different residential house/hall, so I figured it'd be safer to wear my costume. Thus, my third costume of the weekend was the Mormon costume. Hilariously, the theme of the party we went to was "Heaven and Hell." There were two rooms for the party, one on the basement floor that had red lights and a horror movie playing on the wall, and another on an upper floor with white lights and softcore porn of women dressed as angels. I spent a considerable amount of time in the "heaven" room - not surprising, considering my costume. One girl, after having been explained what I was supposed to be, remarked that my costume was the most offensive costume she had see all evening. Really? More offensive than the Jewish rabbi costume with the giant prosthetic nose, or the cheerleader costume that barely concealed the wearer's lady parts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the dance was way too overcrowded (score another point for Harvard's pathetic social scene - there are often so few parties on campus that the ones that are held quickly become overcrowded), so my friends and I went and got some pizza and then later went to socialize while eating chips and ice cream and Swedish fish. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, the actual day of Halloween, our house master had an open house with great snacks, and people weren't really expected to go in costume, but I wanted to get in the spirit, so I came up with another last-minute costume. I dressed up as a Mickey Mouse fan going to Disneyland, wearing my Mickey Mouse shirt with my Disneyland nametag, my Mickey Mouse hat decorated with Disney theme park pins, and my Mickey Mouse stuffed animal (which, incidentally, I got for free from The Walt Disney Company at their booth at our career fair earlier this year). Let's see if I can find a picture... oh yeah... &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://schwinger.harvard.edu/~georgi/photos/oh051031/pa318197_3179.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that was the long convoluted saga of my four costumes this Halloween season. I had a lot of fun, but the crazy weekend was followed by an intense week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an 8-page paper due on Monday (it ended up being 9 pages), a 4-page paper due on Tuesday (it ended up being 5 pages), and a 90-minute midterm on Thursday. I probably got less sleep that week than ever before. But it was OK... I felt more productive than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the busy week, I had to unwind, so Friday, after tutoring high school kids in the morning and then working the psychology lab, I went to our house's twice-a-year 80s dance! It was so much fun to rock out to such classics as "Livin' on  a Prayer," "Like a Virgin," and "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" Oh, the 80s. Everyone wore headbands and short shorts and those side ponytails! It was really crowded, and as soon as you walked into the room you could feel a blast of sweat and hot air on your skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musical Number #2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toni Basil: "Oh, Mickey, you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind! Hey, Mickey! ... Oh, Mickey, what a pity you dont understand. You take me by the heart&lt;br /&gt;when you take me by the hand. Oh, Mickey, you're so pretty. Can't you understand?&lt;br /&gt;It's guys like you Mickey. Oh what you do Mickey, do Mickey, don't break my heart, Mickey!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Saturday, after working in the psychology lab and dealing with high drama involving my crazy British acquaintance (ask me about him if you haven't heard this story 20,000 times already), I visited my friend in Mather House and watched a bit of Ocean's 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went with another friend to the highly anticipated Glowell party at Lowell house. The theme was that of a glowstick rave, minus the ear-splitting techno music and rampant drug use. I've been longing to go to a rave since forever (high school friends, this is your cue to start reminiscing about how I used to talk all the time about my desire to go to a rave, my obsession having been worsened following a screening of the film &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00004YMCF/102-8632868-3784107?v=glance&amp;n=130&amp;v=glance"&gt;Groove&lt;/a&gt; on DVD), so I was really excited to go to the party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I was really disappointed by the dance. While the glowsticks they handed out were colorful and fun (especially under the blacklights), the music wasn't loud enough and even worse the DJ alternated between techno-pop (yay!) and bad hip-hop (boo!). While I can understand that not everyone wants to dance to techno the entire evening, it really kills the flow when you play one techno song then one hip-hop song then another techno song and then a hiphop song. The DJ should have played a series of three or four techno songs, then three or four hip-hop songs. That way, people can get into the music and not have to transition between two different types of dancing so frequently. Also, the fog machine at the party wasn't working, so my dream of the ideal "rave" experience didn't really manifest itself at Glowell. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friends and I decided to go to another dance party, this one was smaller and more intimate, but I felt like I had more fun because it was more my kind of crowd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played a bunch of fun songs, including "Ray of Light" by Madonna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musical number #3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madonna: "Zephyr in the sky at night I wonder, do my tears of mourning sink beneath the sun? She's got herself a universe gone quickly, for the call of thunder threatens everyone... And I feel, like I just got home... Quicker than a ray of light, quicker than a ray of light, quicker than a ray of liiiiiiigggggghhhhhhht!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dance, my friends and I went to the Kong, a Chinese restaurant popular with the late night crowd, and ordered some tasty appetizers. 'Twas the end to a great relaxing weekend after a busy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week, I decided to catch up on a bunch of films I've missed for my two film classes, so I watched a lot of them at the library. I really liked the films I've seen in my Chinese cinema course. I really recommend "&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00002RAPT/102-8632868-3784107?v=glance&amp;n=130&amp;s=dvd&amp;v=glance"&gt;Farewell, My Concubine&lt;/a&gt;," which I saw recently, as well as "&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00005KCB5/102-8632868-3784107?v=glance&amp;n=130"&gt;Suzhou River&lt;/a&gt;" and "&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0767853512/102-8632868-3784107?v=glance&amp;n=130"&gt;Not One Less&lt;/a&gt;." For my Art of Film class, I also screened the famous film "&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00065GX64/102-8632868-3784107?v=glance&amp;n=130&amp;s=dvd&amp;v=glance"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt;" by German director Fritz Lang and "Ballet Mecanique," an avant-garde surrealist experimental film that offered striking social commentary by juxtopositioning moving, almost dancing, machines and inanimate objects with human bodies and parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, tonight, Friday night, a couple of my friends and I decided to rent some movies, so we watched them. We watched the special edition of Pocahontas with the deleted song "If I Never Knew You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musical Number #4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pocahontas: "Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon? Or ask the grinning bobcat why he grinned? Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain? Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? Can you paint with all the colors of the wind!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also watched the new Family Guy DVD: "Stewie Griffin, the Untold Story," which was hilarious and even better than the TV series because it was a full-length film but with the same absurdly offensive humor. Oh, I think I'm going to have to buy that film and the entire Family Guy series on DVD now... My wallet is hurting already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I told you it was a tale with a cast of thousands and four musical numbers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes of the Day: "I can't believe you thought I was a lesbian! That's so homonormative!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quick! I need a man or someone with a penis to back me up about this!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pocahontas: 'London? What's London like? Is there shopping? Can I get my gorgeous hair done?'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113104586045927386?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113104586045927386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113104586045927386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2005/11/long-post-including-stuff-i-should.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113038727951525892</id><published>2005-10-26T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T21:27:59.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, Walt Disney Company, please love me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113038727951525892?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113038727951525892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113038727951525892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-walt-disney-company-please-love-me.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-113012487546367912</id><published>2005-10-23T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T20:35:58.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday evening was one of music; I attended a small chamber music concert featuring student musicians in our house playing classical pieces, and after that I went to see my favorite singer/songwriter &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.viennateng.com"&gt;Vienna Teng&lt;/a&gt;, who plays the piano and sings evocative pieces with clever lyrics that often have multiple layers of meaning. I last saw her two years ago when she stopped by Cambridge, and this time she played some new songs that I look forward to hearing again next year when her third album is released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I watched the film "The Silence of the Lambs" for the first time. It was for the film class I'm taking this semester. What a well-done yet psychologically disturbing film! The final scene in the basement was so frightening... I wanted to jump out of my seat because it was so suspenseful. Now, I finally get all the references my friends make about the film...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good evening, Clarice..."&lt;br /&gt;"It puts the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again." ... "Put the fucking lotion in the basket!"&lt;br /&gt;"A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to my friend's birthday party, and that was a lot of fun. There was Toblerone chocolate! Yum. It also reminded me of newspaper class from senior year of high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been raining like crazy the past few weeks, and the air is getting really cold, too. Not all the leaves have started changing colours yet, so it doesn't look completely autumn yet, but soon that will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was the annual Head of the Charles Regatta, where all these schools race on the Charles River, which my house is on. It was really busy with all the visitors. I did get out a bit to see one of the concerts and get some free ice cream that they were handing out at one of the many promotional tents along the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "Your crotch is numb!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-113012487546367912?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113012487546367912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/113012487546367912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2005/10/friday-evening-was-one-of-music-i.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003975.post-112942347624992585</id><published>2005-10-15T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T17:44:36.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.geotimes.org/oct05/Travels1005.html"&gt;Article&lt;/a&gt; about one of the trips we took in Wales in the UK during my Oxford study-abroad program written by a geology expert who was our guide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003975-112942347624992585?l=mrtommorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/112942347624992585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003975/posts/default/112942347624992585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtommorrow.blogspot.com/2005/10/article-about-one-of-trips-we-took-in.html' title=''/><author><name>SL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
