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Oh Lawd of day.
STAR testing finishes tomorrow. For those of you who haven't taken it (although it could be some national thing, which explains why it's so fuggin' easy), it's the kind of test where they give you something like:
"Bootsy waved goodbye to Pat, scratched her armpit, and then walked inside the house. Bootsy then remembered that she had forgotten her Real Doll outside on the front lawn."
What did Bootsy do before she remembered the doll?
A. This isn't the answer you want.
B. Yes.
C. She downloaded "Gosford Park" off of KaZaA.
D. She SCRATCHED HERSELF, maggot!
I like to call it the bed-ridden second cousin of the SAT.
Lessee, what else...I think I'll bore you with my second Santa Barbara blog while I still have this night of no homework...
Day 2 - So the family and I go to IHOP to round out the family vacation experience (IHOP still has that buttery goodness, but I'm already missing my trademark Oversized Bowl of Cereal). I could give you every detail about the consistency of the eggs or the crispyness of the bacon compared to back where I live, but since it's a known fact that nobody wants to read about what kind of food somebody else eats in a journal entry, I'll move on. 70 grams of fat later, we're headed towards the University of Santa Barbara, and 20 minutes of Chemical Brothers later, we arrive and just happen to meet up with Henry and his family, also visiting colleges in the area. Even though it was planned ahead of time, we all act like we're amazed to see each other. I can't remember at all what Henry told me about his visit to UC Davis during the first conversation we had (I don't even remember if it was Davis), but I do remember he and his brother kept throwing a ball at each other. OH BOY.
So we all take the tour of the UCSB campus, led by a perky, outgoing MTV VJ-ish type, for a while. Judging from the campus, the "perfect" description the guide gives it (what a surprise), and the people wandering around, it looks nice enough, but I find that the closest we can come to getting a feel for the place is to shadow a student for a day or two. Taking a tour like this seemed like like reading the brochure, only in 3D--at least I got to finally see what a typical campus looks like. There were so many bikes around the place that they've actually got bike roads weaving around the school. And they brake for no one.
Henry also tells me it's a huge party school, which isn't what I'm exactly looking for--then again, that seems to be the case for most colleges I'm hearing about...he also says that when applying to a place like this, they won't mind if you didn't take 4 years of English/Math/Science, which gives me the impression that this is a good place for recovering victims of "senioritis" (where you get accepted and slack off senior year, w00). I'm already scheduled for 4 years of core classes, so eh, I'd prefer a place with higher standards. Call me an academic snob, but I've been in the same classes the "bottom-rung" students ever since kids started becoming progressively lazy and ignorant in middle school...I'd like a step up later.
But what am I saying, I can't go to an entire college of guys exactly like me. That'd be hell. :)
Other observations: Holy crap, the typical dorm room is a lot smaller than I expected--picture a bathroom size room with a bunk bed and a desk taking up 1/3 of it...ulgh. And how are we supposed to have privacy in a cell like that? Why didn't I know this earlier?...also, the arcade games in the "fun room" are pretty crappy, as expected--that Terminator gun game from the early 90s, Bust a Move, and a lone air hockey table. According to Jeff's report, there was a DDR machine somewhere on campus, so I guess I missed the good hangout spot. =(
We leave and hit 50s Throwback Diner #2 with Henry and gang. We have time to kill, so the family returns to 50s Throwback Diner #1 With DDR 3rd Mix Korean in it to make this the greatest trip ever . As usual, there was some guy getting a B on Dead End Maniac, but I held my own, doing some Maniacs myself (Drop Duh Bomb, Gentle Stress AMD SEXUAL~!! Mix, Sung Suck, Dub-I-Dub, El Ritmo Tropical, and my fave Maniac, AM-3P). Fun stuff, and no, I wasn't the one who picked Dub-I-Dub.
We then drove in traffic for an hour or so to LOS ANGELOZS! or rather, NORTH HOLLYZWOOD, which is Adam Carolla's least favorite place on Earth...and it was a bit of a UGLY DUMP indeed. After dinner at an pretty good Italian cafe, a friend of my mom's tries to get us into a hick-ridden motel (something us rich Marin folk have never seen...it was actually pretty funny how the hick stereotypes all fit into place during the ten minutes we sat around), but fortunately, it was filled up. We escape to the Holiday Inn instead, change rooms twice because of annoying piping, I realize how TV still sucks except for the news and sports news, study some more Goddamned Bio, and knock myself out with a lamp for the night.
And it's 11:30, amazing...I might actually get in more than five hours of sleep tonight.
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