SUPER INSTITUTE OF TECHNOLOGY

S.I.T.? That sounds like a puppy-training school.

Heh. PFW.

What?! Caltech’s super-awesome! MIT’s nice too. They’re all fine schools.

I MISS YOU! Stupid CalTech. You belong at MIT with me. Hell, you belong there more than I do.

Well… considering we pretty much always talked through AIM and the phone anyway, this shouldn’t really make *that* much of a difference in the amount we talk, should it? Except of course, now I’m actually going to have to do homework, unlike what I did for the entirety of high school. Are you going to have a cell phone/dorm phone at That Other Institute of Technology? My cell is still the same, and you’re welcome to call me any time of the day or night if you wanna chat. Yes, for hours. Because that is what I do. ^^;

There are always fish here for ya, though they may be somewhat more platonic these days (admittedly, they’re still not 100% platonic, but… I’m working on it… shut up). I will also do my best to remain as full of confounding questions as I ever have been, if only to bug the hell out of you. Because that is what I do, too.

I am really happy that I have known you, Mike. Of course, I will continue to know you throughout college, but as this is some sort of “milestone” or something, I guess it’s a good time to act all nostalgic and crap. Maybe it’s just me, but the word “nostalgia” always reminds me of “ambrosia”, which is nectar of the gods but I think it also means whale vomit. Isn’t that a lovely thing, nauseous whales? Nostalgia, ambrosia, nausea. Such strange words.

Sorry, I got off topic. Because… yep, that is what I do.

In conclusion, I have always really, really, really enjoyed every moment of the little time I get to spend talking with you (or at you, as the case frequently is), so please don’t cut me off! I NEED it, man! *ahem* I mean uh, please don’t stop talking to me now that we’re rivals and all. One of these days we’ll unite CalTech and MIT into the SUPER INSTITUTE OF TECHNOLOGY and take over the world with our combined superpowers and extreme knowledge of all things calculus.

In conclusion v.2.0, I think it is WICKED COOL that you still think things are Allison-like. Or Allison-ish or Allisony (which is what you’ll get when I take over the electronics giant known as Sony). I see stuff and wonder “what would Mike think of that?” or “what does Mike know about that that I don’t and we could talk for hours about?”. I still think you’d love it here. And I hear jokes a lot that I think you’d really appreciate, too. One of these days, I’ll write them all down and read them to you rapid-fire on the phone. “One of these days” most likely meaning “once we’ve already taken over the world and I have nothing better to do and you remind me”, because we both know I am a procrastinomaniac.

Because that’s what I do. <><3.

Why am I -san? I shouldn’t be. If nothing else, we are equals. (Well, except for you going to the Other Institute of Technology.)