The Nine Faces of Dave
friends are a good thing
It's 2:30 A.M. on a Sunday morning, and here I sit, writing
an entry in my diary. I took a long nap this afternoon, so
I'm not worried too much about sleep.
My CS project is not going well. The compiler keeps giving
me these weird errors, unlike any I've ever seen. I sent it
to the professor in hopes that she can tell me what's going
on with it.
Unable to finish my CS project, I got started on my research
paper. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to get any further than
the outline. If I could get a good beginning, the rest will
probably flow nicely.
I'm starting to get depressed again, which is really not a
good thing. The musical, my difficulties with my computer
science work, and my lack of a prom date are really getting
to me as of late. Fortunately, both the musical and CS will
be over soon.
The last is the biggest issue, though it's really just part
of a bigger problem: lack of female companionship. The girl
I asked to the prom wasn't permitted to go. Likewise, when
I'd asked her out a few weeks earlier, she wasn't allowed to
date. Fortunately, no real awkwardness occurred, probably
because she actually appreciated my asking.
The whole situation really grates on my nerves, though. Why
is it that when I finally find myself interested in a girl
with whom I actually have a chance, some outside force comes
in and blocks me?
I can't really say that her parents are wrong for setting up
restrictions; after all, there's a lot of crazy shit going
on in the world. However, it is frustrating for a harmless
individual like myself. Still, I'm not in any position to
judge that sort of thing.
Anyway, I've been working on building a friendship with her,
instead of just giving up. We have enough in common that we
could probably be really good friends. It's funny, though;
for the same reason I asked her out in the first place, I'm
working on a "just friends" approach.
Who knows, if fortune smiles upon me, maybe we'll be able to
get together some other time.
This is Dave, signing off.