Codesmith

Life, Or Something Like It
2004-08-31 12:00:02 (UTC)

I Love You Trishelle!

This is 0831 2004. It's 718am.

The weather is ... well it's a bit chilly out. The
Farmer's Almanac said that this winter would be
characterized by fluctuating weather. In some instances it
would be very rainy and in others it would be very snowy.
Considering my location, I think we're going to get alot
of snow. This day might be the precursor to it.

I decided to follow another format for my entries. The
only real difference is the header that is now atop each
entry. It makes for cataloging alot more easier.
Especially when if I ever decide to move the journal to
another site that allows for retro posting.

Needless to say the 2004 won't be necessary. It's a bit
obvious what year we're talking about. Two digits would be
enough to store the year as time goes on. However, in the
interest of temporal traversals, and with my understanding
of unique time stamps as they occur in the course of human
civilization ... I thought I would time stamp it to make
it obvious for whatever future archiving I might get
around to or if this ever ends up somewhere not in my
hands. I won't need more than two digits though. I don't
think I'm going to be alive long enough to see the
usefulness to implement three digits. Chances are, I
probably won't even know when to end my journal.

First day of classes went well. One of my old professors
is now teaching one of my classes instead of the professor
assigned to that class. Apparently what has happened is
that one of the computer science professors had retired
quite suddenly, and as a result the other professors are
juggling class schedules in order to accomodate all the
classes being offered this year.

One of my other math classes is being held in the adjacent
building. It's not normally a building where you go to
take mathematics, but ... I do recall that at my stay at
Albany University, the math department was at the
Astronomy building. I'm sure things have changed though.

But so far I'm not enjoying the walk over to the other
building for my math classes. Not to mention it's with a
professor of mine who I know can not teach. I would have
not taken the class and tried to take it with another, but
that would only prolong my stay here. It's not something
I'm willing to do.

It rained all day yesterday. Mostly sprinkled, but on
occassion it would just rain full blast. Today it's not
anywhere close to sprinkling. The sky is blue, and it's
otherwise a rather "beautiful" day.

As I expected, the incoming freshman are just swarming
everywhere. It's nice to see new faces, though. The future
of America as was put to me by the therapist. Speaking of
the therapist, she has her classes all in the same
building. Which is what usually happens to me considering
my major. But my math class was redesignated in an
adjacent building so ...

As I was telling Beth yesterday, ... which now that I
think about was kinda lecherous of me, but I was telling
her how I sort of enjoyed watching all the soft nubile
women walk around. Must be something about young chicks
that I'm attracted to. Maybe it's because they tend to be
more ... open? That doesn't quite sound right. I told Beth
it was because they are more susceptible to being
corrupted. Which I guess is true, but something I don't
like to admit. Whatever the reason might be that has me
attracted to cute freshman chicks, I'm sure that one thing
is for certain. Hanging out with the therapist inbetween
classes will probably get me physically reprimanded as I
ogle the freshman chicks as they wander from class to
class.

Speaking of freshman, we have about five new students in
the computer science department. Actually, I think we have
more. Like on the order of fifty, but only about five have
reached the upper level division. Which means they're
intent on graduating with a computer science degree. The
interesting thing is that three of them are women.

They're all taking one of my computer science classes. I
would ogle them, but I make it a habit not to engage such
behaviour concerning women from the same department I'm
in. Hence, why I don't "really" do that much with the
therapist. Sorta. I guess that's open to interpretation.

But anyway, it's nice to see women share the same
interests in the art of computer science. It makes for a
more ... well rounded community. To have that woman's
perspective on algorithms and data, I mean.

I didn't get any email from Melanie yesterday. There is
this rule in the art of dating that I am aware of ... it
goes something like this. When you're interested in
someone you have to pursue them. It's something I've done
on occassion in highschool as well as college. At least
whenever there was a girl that I really, really liked. You
know, not like a freshman chick that I just wanted a one
night stand with ... more like someone that just caught my
attention.

I don't find myself really doing that anymore. I'm not
sure if it's because I'm just tired of doing it or because
I haven't found anyone yet that has caught my attention.

I think in the case of Melanie it's a bit different. I'm
still a bit scarred when she told me not to ever call her.
And since then, ... I don't call her or email her as much.

I should probably tell her that one of these days.
Whenever we get to a conversation longer than an hour. I
wonder ... is it normal to talk to someone you like for
more than an hour? It would seem so. I mean, at least
that's how much she spends with her friends. But with
me ... it's always a bit less than an hour. That's why I
have a hard time understanding how it is she could still
feel so strongly about me after all this time.

We barely talk.

It doesn't make any sense to me. I mean, ... the possible
reasons for her still wanting me after all this time, and
wanting me as strongly as she did before ... well, I won't
get into those. On consideration of my therapist's advice.
Despite what Beth postulated to me yesterday, and what I
had originally thought ... I really don't think the
therapist is jealous. I mean ... I'm not real sure. It's
possible. But then, ... this advice of her's about not
thinking about Melanie. It's really helping me to getting
back to full functionality.

If the advice has a dual purpose ... then I'm sure the
therapist will let me know. I think she will. I'm pretty
sure ... ya, I'm pretty sure.

But regarding Melanie ... either I made a bigger
impression than I thought or ... well, I'll discuss this
later.

I had a dream last night, but it wasn't that important. I
just dreamt of the end of the world. And something about
out sourcing or something. Something about lobster? I
dreamt I was part of this firm that was made up of people
with psychological issues. Not so disabilitating so that
it would impede them in any way. Rather, they were just
conditions.

The funny thing was that we were the top firm in the
country. Every lunchtime we would all go to a restaurant
and share our experiences, our day to day, ... things like
that.

This day though, the restaurant went on a sort of strike
or something. I think it was because the owner of the
restaurant had a falling out with his son. His son was
working with our firm. I think his father wanted him to
work with him at the restaurant and not with us ... the
people with "problems".

As the whole thing was going down, I woke up. But I didn't
really "wake" up. I woke up in my dream, and was still
dreaming. So, it was like I was dreaming ... and dreamt I
was dreaming. When I "woke" up in my dream, I dreamt I was
with the cast from the surreal life or whatever that show
is called.

It almost turned into a very pleasant dream as I was being
snuggled by this woman who I think was a porn star.
Although I don't recall any female porn stars on the
surreal life.

Speaking of the surreal life, I have the hots for
Trishelle. I think she's just the cutest. I have an odd
feeling that we would be really compatible. But then again
that is what I said about Britney Spears and Mandy Moore.

Speaking of Britney Spears ... I don't think that marriage
is going to last. I give it six months. Or that's what
the "force" tells me, at anyrate.

I'll end this here. Going to write Laura.




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