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The forest behind Megan's neighborhood is like a childhood fantasy, full of trees and ferns and streams and boulders and dirt paths and deer and fireflies. The fact that it was also full of rapidly descending water droplets while we were exploring it yesterday evening bothered us hardly at all. Afterward we dried off, played Smash Bros., and watched Where Eagles Dare, which featured Clint Eastwood dual-wielding MP40s and gunning down Nazis (hell yes), and also a surprisingly good plot. And then, of course, we talked for hours. Somewhere around three-thirty in the morning, as I began to feel the jaws of sleep snapping close behind, I put on my still soggy shoes and drove back on the nearly deserted Beltline.
Maybe it's okay not to know what I want.
posted on Saturday, June 30, 2007
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Tonight was: pink clothes hangers draped with drying homemade pasta, dangling haphazardly from every knob in Diana's kitchen. And driving back at three in the morning, with cool night air putting an edge to my awareness and the beautiful strains of the Hellacopters speeding me home, I couldn't stop thinking that sometimes, life is just a really froody thing.
Erica and I went sailing last Sunday. I could have done without the sunburn, which still hasn't finished peeling, but skimming around a lake (and, of course, jumping ship for a quick swim) is my new favorite way to spend a morning.
posted on Sunday, June 24, 2007
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I'm too young to spend half the day in a cubicle -- a kind of experience that, had I considered it, I wouldn't have been so eager to gain. But the work is usually educational and sometimes interesting, and the money doesn't hurt either. There're woods outside too, and I've been eating lunch in them despite having to tweeze several ticks off my legs after the first day. The contrast is what matters.
Yesterday I finally saw Megan again after months and months, and ended up staying at her house strolling, swinging, talking, etc. a bit later than good sense would have dictated. I nearly went back to bed this morning after turning off my alarm, but last night was worth a few hours of lost sleep. The incredible thing is that I'm working only a few minutes from her house.
Sunday, Diana and I went to IHOP for breakfast, and then to the flea market, where we acquired several cartridges for antique Nintendo platforms, most notably Street Fighter II. I was basically helpless except when using Chun-Li. Humiliating.
Also my new MP3 player arrived a few days ago. I'm liking this summer so far.
posted on Thursday, June 14, 2007
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So this internship thing might be panning out. Well, it already has in a sense -- I do have the internship. But I'm still worried that they'll show me the door posthaste, once they realize I wasn't kidding when I confessed that I don't know squat about a slew of purportedly important concepts signified by three-letter acronyms such as .NET, ASP, XML, etc. On the other hand, if they're at least temporarily okay with that fact, I'll not only get paid but maybe learn a lot as well.
I feel as if I'm being dropped naked in the jungle, clutching only the dull and unfashionable knife that is my vast experience in making Java compilers produce errors. But miles away, through the rainforest murk, the clinging vines, the lurking hordes of apex predators and the swarming tropical parasites, there glimmers a prize of unknowable value -- unknowable, because I can't tell what it is. But it's shiny! And I'm going to get eaten by jaguars anyway if I don't get moving.
Thus is my anticipation.
Also, Stephanie listens to Dashboard Confessional now. Not sure what to think about that.
posted on Friday, June 01, 2007
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