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So if my suspicions that Homecoming would be really pointless, well now I have evidence that it will be pointless. After a stressful week of school I’ll take a 4-5 hour train trip to Pennington. Saturday I need a haircut, I’ll sit and watch small yellow balls going back and forth for 2 hours, and than go to a dance where I’ll ‘dance’ all night long. All priceless memories to contrast the ludicrous price for train tickets.So who knows, maybe the next time will be only on Thanksgiving. Ok, I got that out of my system.

As for school life. I’m here (unchanged, although I did have a long conversation with someone in between classes, that was nice). Calcus is getting hard, Logic is getting insane and I can smell a really hard test coming sometime next week. And if that wasn’t enough, I need to find a project that has to do with learning and sexy robotic dogs by Monday.

For the daily jokes from my Logic teacher:
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Since February I had foreseen this night. And that night came tonight. I’ll miss so many things like holding your hand for no reason at all. Or those silent moments where we just looked around not saying anything and much less doing anything. Ah, the days that I had a chance to see your face at least once a day, those were the really good days (damn now I see why so many poems talk about this).

But today was the most fantastic day I have had. I can’t begin to describe it, and since most will be talking to her soon enough I’ll give her the pleasure of telling you the story. Today was so much better than anything else that we could have done. When I close my eyes I can still remember every bit of it.

So back to the present, since thinking about the best doesn’t do any good. Everything is packed (many more boxes that I had expected). By noon I’ll be there, by late night I’ll be unpacked. Oh, and I can’t forget to buy books and all the other crap for school like pencils and paper. And, sure I guess I should meet people and see what the school has to offer.

Goodbye, be back in 4-5 weeks.
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Thursday was Jon’s farewell party, and there is no better farewell than by playing a violent video game, cursing, and eating pizza until late at night. It was the nerdiest thing I have done since robotics. People blowing up, making stupid jokes about the afro girl in the game who just looked out of place… etc&. It was going grate until I had to stop playing due to a very unexpected call (after all when was the last time someone called me at 10:30). I think I’ll forward calls like that one to an automated system like:

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I must say that this is not what I had planned for our anniversary. Than again I confess that I didn’t have plans either. Well last night, yes, I went out with Hope for a Lemonade (and coffee for me) so we could talk about relationships. It was nothing too spontaneous since we had talked about it before, but it was a very quick decision of going out that late at night. And we did talk, and nothing much came of it except some very interesting insights which I’ll make sure to keep in mind. But someone with a guilty conscious thought best not to tell someone about it since there was really no point since we are just friends. I knew it was a bad idea and I had every intension off telling, but someone got to her a bit faster than I did.
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Vanity Fair is a great book. It’s the first book I have seen where the author narrates the book as if he was telling a story to a group of children (even though the book is definitely adult literature). The only bad thing is its size with just over 800 pages of tiny letters. This book is “AA” (Andre Approved).

I still have that picture of you at the end of 6th grade, green plated shirt and glasses. Haha.

Now for something entirely differently. I have the strange sensation that I’m screwing up something (I know this feeling all to well), usually its nothing big, like just me being lazy and not taking initiative or me completely overlooking something, but am I? Anyone? Hello?

For the past few months I have noticed that I always screw up something, sometimes its a little thing sometimes its considerably larger. And just yesterday I met this month’s quota of screw ups.

Usually I never create expectations. Expectations always lead to occasional disappointments which I really don’t feel like dealing with. But since Sunday afternoon I forgot this tiny principle, and guess what happens, I’m disappointed. I admit I’m spoiled and used to getting things the way I ask for and when I want them, so whenever that doesn’t happen it really hits a nerve. Please forgive me for my childliness. All of this makes me wonder, am I meeting expectations? I know I haven’t in the past and I know I have come close to not meeting them even more times, so am I (because I personaly don’t think I am, at least not my own)?

On another not, its amazing what ones presence can have on me. From mad to happy in less than 2 hours, I find that amazing (or I could just be stupid and gullible, haha). I love ya.

While some have had some pretty bad days or rather week, I find myself having the best few days of the summer (not taking to account Europe). First I get something big to look fowards to; “Andre vs. Mom” the final death match, haha. Which sadly never happened. I wish it did, maybe I should force us to screw up again so I can meet her, I know she will like me and my natural laziness and the talent for doing things that most guys don’t do.

Or the skill of being able to take crap from people and their anger. I love when people come to me with their problems which up to an extent I don’t really care about except what the result of that anger might have directly on me. I might start charging for this sercive. But I don’t mind it, so feel free to come again. It’s highly entertaining.

Other than that, someone seems to have noticed that I like knowing things ahead of time, thank you. Like today I know what I will be doing. It took most of the summer, but its never too late.

These past few days have been interesting to say the list. First there was the little incident with “Mom” reading things which really were non of her business (even though someone really did help that by leaving everything at her fingertips). Than after a very quiet day in the word of AIM the idea of seeing the movie next to the Hopewell train station poped-up. And guess who got in the middle of a little childish fight? ME. But I really don’t care because in all of the insulting there were some very nice complements. Oh, I liked them (even though they were meant as mean things)….

So today, stay tuned for the final deathmatch of Andre vs. “Mom”. Ok guys, I can’t fight so what should I do:

• Bring an Apple Pie?
• Was her car before she wakes up?
• Weed the yard for her?

Never, ever leave stuff open when parents look at the computer you were using. And think ahead of what you are saying and how it might be seen by her parents. And guess what two fools just did exactly the opposite. Yay for us.

But here is a brief list of things parents should never see on AIM conversations and in case they do see it, I was nice enough to describe what they think and truly think.
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10 more days of hell until I leave all of this behind and depart to Europe. But at the moment I can feel myself getting very close to doing/saying things I shouldn’t say but I’m pretty sure they’ll come out some time or another in the very near future. [Here goes all the things no one should ever hear, but that are all boiling inside of me.] I know this will only get better if I wait a very long time (making my Europe trip miserable) or if I just say it to the world. One person got a glimpse of it, but that was just the preview to it all, and this person didn’t do their job of arguing with me but rather supported my opinions. Ah, this felt good, I might be able to sleep now…