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SIMCAT 1 was on a gloomy Sunday. It was the first time I'd seen a test paper since the last CAT. Was also the first time I'd solved a math problem since. 94 percentile baby! Song 2 looping in head right now. It must be wrenching for guys who've been slogging their butts off, and who get lower scores than mine, to watch me gloat. But "I feel good... (na na na na na na na)... I knew that I would... (na na na na na na na)." Hopefully, the supreme overconfidence will last for a while, and maybe more plus 90 percentiles. I even plan to study sometime. So... Finally saw The Royal Tenenbaums on the tele. Have to write a book soon. Have decided against purchasing an N-Gage. Am instead going to save up and use the cash for studio time. Apparently, there's some place at a really cheap studio that's just 300 bucks an hour. Good enough for two acoustic guitars and maybe the tambourine. Who knows, maybe we'll even use the capo. Little sarcasms. The Delhi plan is mostly off. Am, however, attending the finals of Campus Rock Idols on Saturday. Will take more videos. And, will probably post a notice on Gigpad. Heh. There's no such thing as (the real world) bad publicity. Was listening to Familiar To Millions on the way to work today. Damnit. Where was I when they were getting high. Song: Gas Panic - Oasis Poetry In Static What tongueless ghost of sin crept through my curtains Sailin' on a sea of sweat on a stormy night. Thought I think he don't buy the name. Till next time... But I Can't Be Certain Post a comment in response: |
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