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I’ve gone to bed after 5 AM every night this week, which is making me a bit stabby. Doing an all-nighter at this point would be dangerous, because I’ve got another week of this crap left. It’s a marathon, not a sprint. Still, the sunlight burns my eyes on the rare occasions I get outside.

My projects are vaguely interesting, at least. For Winston, Daniel and I are investigating the benefits of using synsets and hyponyms to improve the performance of Yuret’s lexical attraction algorithm. For 826, my group is designing and implementing a caching server farm for small to medium-sized ISPs. For 931, we are writing a document that contains a taxonomy and analysis of a large number of open-source and proprietary licenses. I’m writing a paper for Minsky about an analogical model of goal management. Finally, my M.Eng. thesis proposal is entitled “QoS Guarantees for On-Demand Job Scheduling on Supercomputing Clusters.” Since I have no finals, next Thursday marks the end of my undergraduate career. This doesn’t make me particularly hopeful, however, because there are about 150 hours between then and now. It may be the last mile, but that mile’s a real bitch.

Of course, this means the away messages that many of you bastards have been putting up lately make me sad. One of you was having “cervezas” late Wednesday morning. To keep myself sane, I have planned two events for the weekend. Tonight, Goggin is having a party that I decided is worth taking a break for, and tomorrow is Senior Ball at the Park Plaza hotel. I rented a tux and all that jazz, plus a corsage for my friend Heather, who I met pseudo-randomly in the Infinite Corridor. Pictures will be up on Sunday. In keeping with the “make me jealous of you” theme that I just described, here’s an AIM conversation I had with Pam last night. Apparently, the Bio department had a senior dinner. There was alcohol. Man, I picked the wrong major:

Pam: fajie
Pam: dint k
Me: you know, I’ll be honest, I don’t have any idea what you just said
Pam: biong inner
Pam: openat bar
Me: I think I got “open bar” out of that

You know what Course VI is doing for us? They’re throwing opening ceremonies for the Stata Center during the week when we all need our advisors to be reading and signing off on thesis proposals so we can graduate. No time for that now! Thanks MIT: way to screw me one last time before graduation.

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