Well, it seems like it's been a while since anything of some length was tossed about on here. Who better to waste your time and the blog space? First off, Lynnea, I would like to attend one of your classes next week while I'm in town, but if you're not comfortable with that, I'll go with Bubna's idea of wearing a disguise and sneaking in. I told him that the second option was not likely to work as he seemed to think, but it is just a backup plan if you wouldn't like to have your former classmates watching you fill the minds of new students just five years after we were such. Also, this is a general annoucement to all who are interested - I show up at MSP early afternoon on the 31st of August, and I leave again early the following Monday morning. Now, I am specifically occupied on Friday and Saturday with the wedding of Scott Johnson and Christina Gianoulis, and I'm planning to spend some time on campus (hoping to catch some Crown faculty - eh Lynnea?), but other than that, I'd be up for seeing anybody that wishes to take out some time for a wily old man called Hubka. Oh, and here would be a good place to interject that I have a date to Scott's wedding, and she is a wonderfully cute brunette with an MA in English and not enough forsight to tell me no. I've never actually had a date to a wedding (Krista doesn't count because she invited herself and we only saw each other at the reception between times when I was filming Bach and Jahnke). It's kinda exciting.
On a strangely parallel topic, I just returned Monday night from a visit with a woman that captured my heart when I met her - we were starting 7th grade at the time, but I knew then what an amazing woman she was and would be, so for the last decade, I have either wished, been, or wished to be again, completely hers. Like I said, I went to visit her, three hours north, a perfectly easy drive that I would willingly make were there to be some structural change to our relationship. We haven't lived in the same time zone since we were 9th graders until now, but we've at least stayed in touch, and I have held out hope for quite some time that I would get a chance to win her affections. Well, she still completely has me. She convinced me to go kayaking - and you know how much I hate/fear deep water. We stayed up into the wee hours of the morning, baking cookies and looking at old photos and watching Comedy Central clips on her cell phone. Of course, there is a problem in all this. No, not the three hours separating us physically. Not desire on my end. Not even a denial of it on hers. No, the real problem is her boyfriend. Yep, that's right. I spent two days pining over a very close friend with a boyfriend. That does weigh a bit on one's mind - hanging out with the boyfriend that you wish to be. Feeling that your jobless state is lame next to... well, anyone. And just looking at his arms built like my thighs and his chest as wide as my torso is tall, I felt a little outdone. But I'll hold out. I mean, things could be worse. I've spent a few minutes trying to figure out how things could be worse, and all I came up with was the thought of a world without penguins (March of the Penguins is a wonderful movie, in contrast with the normal movies I endorse on here), and a world without Quiznos... yeah, this blog is falling apart. I guess I really can't convey in such a short space the ebb and flow of emotions that followed this celestial movement in my little world. Shoot, maybe I'll be singing a different tune here in a few days after my outing with Ms. MA, or MF, however you want to hide her identity. The moon is always changing, and so maybe there will be a new one to move my tides here soon enough. But the thing is, the new moon is really always the same old moon reappearing in an orderly fashion, and so maybe this is a terrible analogy, or maybe there is just one moon that holds a consistant course in my life, and I just need to acknowledge that. Well, maybe this will remind you all that I have only pictures and short sentences from the rest of you, and no matter how uninterested you are in my awkward life, I am interested in yours, so here's my classic invitation to blog away. I'll see many of you very soon here, and to the rest of you, until next blog.
On a strangely parallel topic, I just returned Monday night from a visit with a woman that captured my heart when I met her - we were starting 7th grade at the time, but I knew then what an amazing woman she was and would be, so for the last decade, I have either wished, been, or wished to be again, completely hers. Like I said, I went to visit her, three hours north, a perfectly easy drive that I would willingly make were there to be some structural change to our relationship. We haven't lived in the same time zone since we were 9th graders until now, but we've at least stayed in touch, and I have held out hope for quite some time that I would get a chance to win her affections. Well, she still completely has me. She convinced me to go kayaking - and you know how much I hate/fear deep water. We stayed up into the wee hours of the morning, baking cookies and looking at old photos and watching Comedy Central clips on her cell phone. Of course, there is a problem in all this. No, not the three hours separating us physically. Not desire on my end. Not even a denial of it on hers. No, the real problem is her boyfriend. Yep, that's right. I spent two days pining over a very close friend with a boyfriend. That does weigh a bit on one's mind - hanging out with the boyfriend that you wish to be. Feeling that your jobless state is lame next to... well, anyone. And just looking at his arms built like my thighs and his chest as wide as my torso is tall, I felt a little outdone. But I'll hold out. I mean, things could be worse. I've spent a few minutes trying to figure out how things could be worse, and all I came up with was the thought of a world without penguins (March of the Penguins is a wonderful movie, in contrast with the normal movies I endorse on here), and a world without Quiznos... yeah, this blog is falling apart. I guess I really can't convey in such a short space the ebb and flow of emotions that followed this celestial movement in my little world. Shoot, maybe I'll be singing a different tune here in a few days after my outing with Ms. MA, or MF, however you want to hide her identity. The moon is always changing, and so maybe there will be a new one to move my tides here soon enough. But the thing is, the new moon is really always the same old moon reappearing in an orderly fashion, and so maybe this is a terrible analogy, or maybe there is just one moon that holds a consistant course in my life, and I just need to acknowledge that. Well, maybe this will remind you all that I have only pictures and short sentences from the rest of you, and no matter how uninterested you are in my awkward life, I am interested in yours, so here's my classic invitation to blog away. I'll see many of you very soon here, and to the rest of you, until next blog.
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