The other girl had been hitting on him all night. This naturally irked me, but I was not exactly sure if he liked me anyway, and that irksome feeling started to ebb away into doubt as the night progressed. When it was finally time to go home, I left in a more than sour mood. I was walking away, on the brink of tears, when out he comes. He did not say a word except to throw his arms around me and hold me as tight as he could and for that moment, I felt like I wasn't slipping away, and I was so happy. I miss being that happy. I miss that part of REALLY being in love. And maybe that's why I'm waiting, because I know what it feels like and it feels passionate and real, just like all the stories say.

That said, that guy, the one in the story. He's getting married now, to some other girl and I can't really say that I am unhappy for him or jealous of her. I am jealous of him, that's for sure, but not onto the point of wishing that he did not have what he had. Any logical undressing of the situation makes it patently clear that I made decisions and I am not entirely unhappy with them. That said, reality has a crappy way of giving you a left hook to the face and telling you to suck it up. And... I miss being in love.

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So, I signed up for a bunch of classes. Now... if I get this job that I want, that might shoot that whole thing to *#ll, but in the meantime, the next two semesters will consist of additional these additional courses:

Grad School:
Summer -
Database Design

Fall -
Meta data 1
Meta data 2

Coursera

An introduction to interactive programming in python
April 15th- June 17th (9 weeks)

Creative Programming for Digital Media & Mobile Apps
June 1st - July 13th (6 weeks)

Introduction to Programming for Digital Artists
October - November

... If you want to take these classes with me, the Coursera courses are completely free. Do you want to learn how to program a pong game? Well...

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So, I was thinking about the check-in feature on Foursquare and I thought... "You check-in books". Very stupid thought, but it got me thinking "could you use foursquare to check-in books?" Turns out you can't, but even still, if I could use some kind of "check-in" feature with GPS functionality for confirmation, you could actually create a library with no branches... or rather, you'd have branches in participating hole-in-the-wall restaurants all across America. You need a lot of help:

- Participating restaurants
- Funds to buy books
- Funds to replace stolen books
- People willing to transport the books
- Someone who knows how to program all this

Still, with a volunteer army of sorts, very possible. You get maybe... five books to start with one coffee shop as a branch and then set "The People" to work. Make library stickers available for printout/purchase and allow people to add their own books to the database. Shops are allowed to add themselves as library branches, so if you are at a "library branch", then you can feel free to "check-in" the book at the library. The website would not track the user, but rather track the book, so privacy would be maintained, but if you add a book to the library, it would show up on your profile and you can see it hop around from shop to shop.

The next step is that you set up forums and 'meetup'-like functions on the website. Users can talk about books in the library online, or meet at local branches. Books that are missing can be reported on the main-page. If users donate enough money to a certain book, it will be re-added to the collection. Then, BAM. You have a library with books, librarians, patrons, but no buildings. Cool, hunh?

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Okay, so the bum mail system has finally come through. My mother's and my presents (courtesy of Zanzi and the country and France) have ARRIVED! One box is rather squat and is about the size and shape of an old fashion parcel of sugar. The other box is longer, almost the length of a rolled up poster minus maybe four inches. It is four inches by four inches at its nose. When shaken, the interior rustles, but does not clank or clack, which tells me very little about what is inside. I want to know what is inside. The boxes are shut with packing tape and paper. This is something that could easily be dispatched with. I have two exacto knives sitting in the cup on my desk and could be into the box in a matter of minutes... Sadly, I cannot, because... while these boxes do have my name on them, I have been instructed that the contents are not wrapped and are split between my mother and myself (who has a birthday very near my own). BLAST!

I would question my stamina, my capacity to keep mystery at bay, but I am afraid that I am quite capable of waiting. It's a strong suit. I just don't LIKE waiting. I wait angrily and bitterly, but I am not the sort to cheat... without permission that is. Please? Please, can I open them?

Later:

So my mother called and said I could open them. Thank you, Zanzikins! They're awesome!

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