"In 1959, Soviet leader Nikita Khruschev reacted angrily during a visit to Los Angeles upon being told that, for security reasons, he would not be allowed to visit Disneyland."

Apparently Khruschev was about four years old.

I can't shake this feeling that I'm effectively standing still. It's not that I'm not getting anything done, but it doesn't seem to be getting me anywhere.

I really want to write some kind of deep insight about the end of AP, but I can't honestly think of anything all that interesting to say about it. By now I definitely do not regret taking the class, but I'm not completely sure what the point of it all was. I've just spent an ungodly amount of time memorizing an incomplete history of the United States which I need to retain until I take the SAT II in June, after which I will forget nearly all of it. Barring my becoming some sort of major pundit, I don't see what doing all that did for me, other than the fact that now I get all the Bailey and Kennedy jokes that people make on NPR. That's about it.

And so, to summarize the last eight and half months, I'd like to remind everyone that the Aroostook "Pork and Beans" War was a small-scale lumberjack clash. With all due respect to Franklin Roosevelt, that was the most important thing I learned all year.

What??? Donald Trump escaped Wrestlemania XXIII with his hair in tact? I'm furious.

It is still 2007 right? For some reason the cover of the newest issue of Rolling Stone features Pink Floyd and a story about the Kennedy Assassination? When did it start being the 70s again?

So it appears that I am qualified to write for Esquire. I just read an article from the magazine where this guy David Walters describes being the only guy on board a plane of Victoria's Secret models, which at least in terms of essential details, sounds kinda familiar. His article was basically the same as an early draft of one of my college essays, only mine has a self-reflective moral whereas his conclusion is that he had a really bad case of blue balls. And yet he's the one getting paid for this. How is that fair?

Plus, he was wimp and bailed after the plane ride, whereas I stuck out the whole week. Eat that David Walters.

This week just keeps getting weirder. I'm pretty sure I'm having fun though. The MRI tomorrow = not so fun.

It strikes me that Jewish liberals do not always do so well in Texas, so I'd appreciate it y'all (yeah I said it) would keep in touch while I'm down in the Lone Star State. Just to make sure I'm still alive. Thanks.