:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 11.12.2002 ::

Go Raiders! Way to end that streak.

So I'm in the same old situation here at work, again. My boss isn't here. I have nothing to work on. I don't know what he wants me to do next. He hasn't answered my questions I left him Friday and I haven't had face-time with him since Thursday. I'm stuck. I have one project, and I don't have all the info I need and I don't have a program to go off of. So I'm "stuck" reading blogs and emails and writing blogs and emails, and just in general goofing off. This isn't bad on days that I'm here alone, but now my co-worker(s) are here and I feel bad not doing anything while they are working.

I got an email from an old friend the other day. It sounds weird to refer to someone as an "old friend" when I am still so young, but when you haven't heard from them in three years, I think it qualifies. So that opens a whole new portal of social relations for me to explore. It's like when you are working around in Minesweeper and suddenly you click on one that opens to a bunch more, it just feels better.

I'm dreaming in contours. The alarm goes off and I'm thinking crazy things like "That says 7.17, I wonder what the real grade is. How far am I going to have to chase this to meet grade?" before stumbling back into a warm doze. And in my mind I'm picturing the little dashed contours that I have running across my site, telling me that this path I am on holds only disaster. Death by too much Cut.

And speaking of the professional end of things, she is talking about things I understand. I could have a dialogue about this and it would finally be something intellectual (something I miss in the arts program of a state university). But alas, the site is already too popular for I found it on a major link system. It's like finding out someone you know is a pretty successful college football player on a dynastic team, but you found out by watching espn. To go back and try to be inside the fold and social seems too forced, too groupie-ish, and just too clingy. So I just gave you a link - the blog equivalent of name dropping.

As an update: Things are getting worked out for Tacoma. Starting and ending dates. Moving dates, reservations and plane ticket. Who, if anyone, I'm living with and what those living conditions will be. I feel terribly sorry for anyone who has less than months and months to do thid kind of planning for this calibre of a trip. I just need to find that truck topper - does anyone know where I can get one?

I have to say that I am proud of him being strong and not spending money, proud of him for coming back and making me anticipate the upcoming Holiday, proud of him for being a great athelete, and proud of her for not skipping class, because you are going to find that it will get easier and easier to do it the four, six, eight, or ten years you get to spend in college. He also makes me proud, but you'd never know it by what he [doesn't] write.

Crazy, I had so much to say and I never even got to the things I thought I would write about yesterday evening. Oh well, se la vie. 'Til we meet again...

"Somewhere in America, it's late at night. And you're far from home, but you know everything's alright..."
:: Freddy F. at 10:41 AM [+] ::