blueswede

three days, and you ain't got shit to do

So I haven't updated for some time, mainly because I didn't
have time to and there wasn't all that much to report. But
now I have the opportunity and the inclination, so here goes
nothing.

I received two of my grades from the first semester, both of
which were A's. Those grades were in art and in computer
science, so things seem to be looking up as far as my choice
of majors goes. Unfortunately, I can't get my grades for my
math class or for German, because I can't remember my PIN to
log in to the system for getting grades. So while I may yet
have a 4.0 GPA for my first semester, I won't find out until
I get back to campus and have the registrar's office reset
my PIN. I suppose that's what happens when you use it once
near the beginning of the semester and then never mess with
it again.

I've been home for a little over a week now, and since my
return I've managed to get sick. Not sure what it is that I
have, but I've a nasty cough and some phlegm in my lungs.
Fantastic! I'm going to see a doctor tomorrow about this,
and my appointment is at 10:10 in the morning, which means I
can't sleep until 2:45 like I did today. Though if nothing
else comes of this, I'll get back on a slightly less weird
sleeping schedule.

Being home like this makes me miss hanging out with my pals
at college, so I'm rather looking forward to going back in a
couple of weeks. I'm going to be buying my friend Adam's
PlayStation 2 from him sometime before he leaves, so I guess
that will keep me occupied until I return to campus.

On the social front, things are about the same, but getting
rather interesting nonetheless. The girl I mentioned one or
two postings ago is getting back to campus on the same day
as me, three days before classes resume. I'm guessing most
people won't return until the day before our classes start
up again, so there will be a good two days of low occupancy
in the dorms. This could be a very good thing.

My relationship with this girl is still somewhat ambivalent,
but I suppose that's better than unfavorable certainty. We
have gone out a couple of times, though whether those could
rightly be considered dates is a little iffy. After all, we
just went to a movie on campus and then to a documentary at
a littler art-house theatre in the downtown city.

If nothing else, we've become good friends in the short time
that we've known each other, and that is a good thing. That
is also why I'm paranoid about the situation. I do find her
quite attractive, and part of me does wish that we were more
than just friends, but at the same time I'm not keen on the
idea of screwing up our friendship.

At any rate, if I can figure out a good way, and I can work
up the courage to do so (Dutch courage, possibly), then I
may try to tell her how I feel sometime during the time when
we'll be among the few people around. And I suppose if the
whole situation goes south on me, at least I gave it a shot
instead of just giving up like many people would.

Though it wouldn't hurt if I tried to lose a few pounds of
this holiday weight before making my move.

This is Dave, signing off.