So…

I just finished my graphics presentation. I presented to a group of nosy people in the class, instead of only my prof and TA’s. The people who watched were quite amazed, it seemed, at what I was able to accomplish on my own. It made my proud that I was able to write the code from scratch in two days. I admit that I had one of the more interesting ideas out of the class, being dynamic as well as mathematically stimulating, as opposed to some of the static animations or cheap games that other projects consisted of. I think I had one of the lesser ambitious ideas though, since making a game look nice would be much harder than a simple simulation such as the game of life. The TA’s congratulated me afterwards, and the prof, who’s infamous for being so soft-spoken that people mistake him as coming out of a funeral, actually clapped at the end. It made me fairly proud of my presentation, although the praise of Charity, the resident CS eye candy in a faculty of the aesthetically challenged, made me even more content. It’s as if physical attractiveness gives someones opinion even more weight. What can I say, I’m a sucker for a pretty face.

A Griffin Powermate is glowing seductively next to my keyboard, a purchase I made over the weekend. I’m currently using it as a volume knob, and I have yet to set it as a zoom function for Photoshop, Acrobat, Word, or Ghostscript viewer. It’s so sexy that I almost put it down my pants.

After having one of the best brands of Hong Kong milk tea for a few months, I’ve switched back to the leaves provided to me by the medicine shop in Chinatown. I can taste a very distinct difference now; the latter seems to have a more fruity, earthy taste to it, and a weaker body.

I believe that I have a place for the next year. Nick and I went to look at the apartment complex across from mine, and we were extremely impressed. It’s 200 square feet bigger than the one I’m currently in, yet $50 cheaper. I will even have my own bathroom. It lacks a balcony, but a balcony is something I’m willing to sacrifice for a larger living room. We have the arrangements made, and we will try to sign something on Wednesday, to reserve an apartment on the penthouse for July. I’m a little worried that there may be some problems that only pop up after inhabiting the same living space, but I’m sure that it will be nothing I can’t deal with. I can’t even imagine leaving this city now, because of all the great friends I have here.

I should be receiving a $1500 tax return with the next two weeks. No plans have been made yet.

I was finally able to finish the page, and another one for my cousin. I think he needs one more than I do. It feels like a never ending stream of projects, always this or that, that I’m working on. I sent in my application for Big Brothers today. Just another project to add to the list. If only I was as good at finishing projects as I was good at starting them. It always seems like I’m constantly busy, yet always bored. I never have time for this or that, yet sometimes I just sit at desk, staring blankly at my flickering screen, wondering what I should do. Perhaps it’s just a sign that I’m getting older. Another day, another dollar, another irreplaceable chunk of infinitely passing lifetime. I think I just need some more time to relax, and just relax. One time, I was in a cafeteria, when I saw a girl, sitting by herself at a table. She was delicately taking tiny bites of a cherry tomato, and was just sitting there, looking out the window. Not reading, not talking with a friend, not doing anything, while she ate. She seemed to be able to just relax, and calm herself with all the commotion going on around her. I was extremely attracted to her confidence, and wished that I could be like her, that I could have the ability to just sit at a table by myself and just eat. Perhaps it will just take some more time.

Apparently, I’m never too busy for me.