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The Planning

• -5 Days: Lookup tickets. Notices that almost everything has been sold out. Thinks twice and purchases tickets. Starts to sweat about her parent’s approval.
• -4 Days: Can’t talk to Mrs. C
• -3 Days: Can’t talk to Mrs. C
• -2 Days: Miss call from Mrs. C

• -1 Days: Explain to Mrs. C the surprise. All very well planned and rehearsed. Gets a call back with approval. Thank you God.

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While walking to Scott Hall this week two guys were talking in front of the building and the following line was heard:

“How can God exist if there are so many imperfect things in the world?!”

I am not religious but the first thing that came to mind was: How do you know if its not perfect. Perhaps everything is indeed perfect. Sure people have cancer, there is hunger in Africa and what not, but perhaps that is just perfect. Some people like coffee with sugar, to me that’s imperfect. Tea with no sugar or milk is perfect for me and for others its not. What a silly way to argue that God is bad or does not exist. Silly silly people, I hope hell doesn’t exist.

It seems that by luck I might have found a job for the summer. Its not yet official and it will only be made official Thursday when I go for a pseudo interview but I feel confident that it will be mine. Unlike most people, I really don’t care about being paid. It is here that you see those who do things for fun, and those who do things because they have to. I personally think work is better done if you do it for love alone and nothing else. That’s just me. Maybe I’ll use the money to buy/give more luxuries (no one can ever have enough of them).

Depressingly I had to shop alone for a new style. I like it, if you don’t I could care less.

I have been thinking of starting the new hobby of cycling and today I got the chance to look for a bike only to discover how outrages bikes cost. For $2000 I could buy me self a nice new computer (which I need). Oh, but the bike is like the BMW of bikes: smooth ride, light, comfortable… They are heaven right under your butt.

I need to get a present for Brie as well. Something simple, perhaps a box of chocolates (which I know she loves) or perhaps flowers again (because you know how rarely I give those out). You see, that’s probably what most boyfriends do, be thankful I’m not like that.

Summer courses are overwhelming, next year I think I’ll find some work instead. Its nice that I have stuff to do every day of the week from 7am to 3pm (which sadly reminds me of High School) but I lost all my personal time. I miss programming. I miss reading for fun. I miss being bored. Today completes my 4th day of not doing any work and it feels amazing except that now I hava a ton of work to catch up on.

On other notes. I was permitted to enter the castle up on Hopewell mountain to celebrate Brie’s graduation! The best moment was when everyone was sitting around the table eating cake, oh.. the sounds. What happened to chewing with your mouth closed? And why is it that only when I got a napkin to clean my mouth that everyone joined me? The cake was good too though.

Cloth shopping. I need a new style, which I think I’ve found. I feel so spoiled by my parents. For instance, I found this beautiful blazer at J.Crew (never liked the store), it fit me so well, that is until I saw the price tag. But even with that I was still allowed to get it, however my guilt stopped me. I will not purchase something that is worth more than my iPod and that I’ll only wear a few times a year. Not to mention that it makes me look old (mid 20s) and I doubt Brie would want to walk next to me since it would make her look young.

Talking of her, I noticed that I, unlike last year, have put no thought on her birthday. This only goes to show how summer courses suck. I need help! What should I do! Either something totally new (which is easy) or something totally enjoyable but already half experienced.

Classical ballet is something that more people should be exposed to but unfortunately are not (either for financial or prejudice). The experience of going to the Lincoln Center dressed up and watching people exercise a talent which very few have is just amazing.
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This morning I woke up with the memory of the first big discussion about what was appropriate and what was not. Holding hands seems like the most trivial thing in the world, but not for us. This was the discussion:
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Rutgers is a very nice school, but I believe most of that comes from its far greater history. The school itself, in many ways is smaller than UAlbany (for instance the classrooms at Scott Hall are tiny). But the impression was a very good one. I love how I seem to be a full student there and yet I am not one. At the moment I will be getting everything that any other enrolled student would get, including e-mail address (yes, I now have two profiles in thefacebook.com) and student ID.
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I’m not quite sure what the chances are for me in the span of one year to get the same taxi driver twice. But I got the Jamaican taxi driver again. I’m not one to make small talk, ever (not even when getting my hair cut), but the conversation I had with him, again, was hilarious. First, he had to drop this old man, which at first I thought was a complete drunk, but throughout the ride I noticed he was quite interesting. While going to his house, his daughter (9 years old, yeah sort of sketchy) called him to ask him when he was getting home and he made this entire thing about how he was an old man and had decided to stay in NYC. I’m sure his daughter liked the surprise of seeing him. Oh, he lived in the sketchy, don’t go after dark, part of Albany.

After dropping him off, we were exactly on the other side of Albany and for some reason the driver decided to take me for a tour of Albany. I can officially say that in one year here at Albany I have only gone downtown 3 times (once with my parents, once by taking the downtown bus instead of the uptown bus, and yesterday with him). There are so many government buildings here that it’s not even funny. And some are so nice that it makes you want to claim that Albany is a miniature version of Washington D.C.

While going through the ‘party’ section of Albany this drunk old man tried to get into the taxi. He actually tried opening the door, which thank god was locked. But guess what, that’s the area I’m living next year. Its actually really nice, specially my dorm. I can’t wait to see my future room, definite good times will be had in 206B.

Currently I am in a state of utter confusion. What I look forward to is summer and taking German at Rutgers (along other things such as the Keane concert and this and that). I hope I do as well as I want to do because if I do, there is hope in my academic life after all. (Did you like that sentence) After spending 20+ hours this weekend writing and revising two English papers I noticed how much I like the subject. It is as entertaining as Computer Science, and not only that but it’s also not as stressful. Reading, analyzing, digging other texts that have a slight connection to the one I’m writing a paper on, reading the OED… Its as exciting as Coding, compiling, reading the C++ standards, testing, debugging, tracing stuff…

Pilot
The concept of flying is amazing. I love everything about it. The smell, the lack of comfort, the bad food. Airports feel so much like home, maybe because you know that you will never see anyone that you see inside an airport again. Or maybe I like airports because some areas are international ground, that is, you aren’t in any one country. And then we have flying itself. Up in the clouds, days are always nice (given that you go high enough). I think its an amazing profession.

Game Programmer
This was a crazy idea I once had when games were cool. To spend long hours making cool images pop up on the screen. I still find it a very interesting job, but if you add up the number of games that come out every year, I don’t think the job market is exactly ‘good’ for another so so programmer to try to enter it. (I’m still a member of the International Game Developers Association sigh..)

Professor
I don’t think academically you can get any higher then being a professor. Not only do you need to dedicate all of your life to study, but like a doctor, you need a doctorate. But the rewards are so many. To study what you love, to be with people that love what they study, to always be learning and most important, to teach others.

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