I'm drowning in physics

I came to this fine institute and I said to myself, hey, Charles Wu, you like physics, don't you? And so I strolled into the beginner physics for masochists class, or rather into the doom of my nights and weekends. I never knew physics could be so emotional; I feel the euphoria of a neat derivation, I have spasms of delight when variables cancel, and I fall into a deep and disturbed funk when nothing works out (which is usually). I'm in love, I hate bitterly, it's really quite a trip. And then comes a test next week. Goodbye sleep for good. Sheesh.

On a related note, MIT frats are regulated to within an inch of their lives (ruther like the oil industry), for the same reason that the public thinks they're evil. So frat parties mostly involve dancing and smuggled-in liquor. Not really my cup of tea, but I can say I've gone to one now. I come back at 2-3AM and find a good 3 liters of liquor drained between my hallmates. Moral of the story? MIT can sue fraternities, but it can't sue itself. Also, Lego Star Wars II: http://www.lucasarts.com/games/legostarwarsii/ is an unbelieveable game. If you have time to waste, waste it with this game.

That is all. Post on, good friends, post on.

PS: Dylan and I went sailing last weekend. He's a much better sailor that I, who is still mostly a landlubber who doesn't like tippy boats.