I was sitting here, looking at my empty pizza box and almost finished art project and listening to Clem Snide, and I thought I would blog something. Then I thought that I would devote this entire post to the bookstore girl. The one you've all sort of heard about but don't really know what I mean.

I met her in my very first class here at university. It was the economics of North Carolina and it was taught by a weasely looking man, whom I never want to encounter again. The devil, he was, but I digress. We were put together in a group for a group project and there I found out that she was also in the program I am in for future teachers. Imagine that, huh?

So, we got along and we were friends. I had a crush on her, I did then, and I do now. However, I was afraid to say anything. I mean, we were friends (insert ladder theory here, friend zone? :-/) and if I asked, I'd still have to see her every day. Welcome to awkward town, USA.

About a year ago, we were talking and she told me that she was going to leave the program. I was a bit stunned and heartbroken, I knew I'd miss her and I knew I only had one semester left where I would see her.

That last semester was kind of awkward. It was almost like she was gone already. We'd still talk, but it wasn't the same for me and I could tell it wasn't the same for her either.

That pretty much brings us to the present. In about August she got a job at the local Borders bookstore (ergo, bookstore girl) and I've been thinking about her quite a bit. The only difference between now and then is that now I have nothing to lose and everything to gain. If I ask her and she says no, well, I never see her anyway so brush it off. If I ask and she says yes, the party will be at my place. There will be Mountain Dew and possibly cake. I don't have much seating so you might want to bring a folding chair.

I said I was going to devote this entire post to the bookstore girl. Well, that was a bit of a lie. I will comment on a comment that I recieved on the last post where I was asked what distro I was using. It's Ubuntu, and it's pretty neat.

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2004: A Linux Odyssey

I have made the jump from windows over to Linux, and thus far, I must say, I have been rather pleased. Linux has been running much more smoothly than anything I ever tried to run under windows, and it has certainly been doing it much faster.

While I'm still getting my feet wet, I think I'm really getting the hang of all of this stuff, but I guess time will tell.


Now for something a little less technical and a little more like me. I'm planning on asking out the bookstore girl at the next opportunity I get. Mark my words, this time, I will be successful. (confidence is a good thing, right guys?...right?)

However, if I do this, that means Mission: Norah must come to an end. Which would be bittersweet for me because while my efforts would have been in vain, I would have the bookstore girl and that would make things much better. So, Norah, sweetie, honey, dear, this is your last opportunity.

You stay classy, San Diego.