August 25th, 2001

running, bomb tech


large gated apartment complex that seemed to include the elvey building from UAF. My Aunt C. lived there. sat in a large truck in the parking lot, possibly moving stuff out. climbed over the fence to get back inside because my mother was still in the back parking lot talking with friends. they all had horses. we'd not had our horse for a while, but i put the saddle on the fence just to get it out of the way. there at the southeast corner there were two flowering bushes/vines, one male and one female, and a friend and I noticed that they would be a lot happier if they entwined their branches. But the male plant was doing a research paper and oblivious, and the female plant started blooming like mad. I plucked one of the flowers and gave it to my friend (who was male) who thought it was a beautiful flower.

driving around with the dad of a friend, eating cheeseburgers, they tasted like jack in the box, while i did research from popular magazines that drew me briefly into lush pictures of houses, cars, and lawns, under a pearl-grey cool sky, not quite about to rain but lashed with wind. places of great beauty, possibly with much danger attached.

when dealing with the gates, I tried the wrong code on the sliding motor gate, but it opened anyway. thought I saw Kit with his bike and Rachel, talked to them. the code I used to open the gate was 408. on a five button lock.

waking, i realize again that i ought not to eat the cherries with preservatives that make my tongue cringe for hours after eating them. i think it's the sulfur.
running, bomb tech

"But I didn't touch anything!"


Working with MicroStiff's "Visual Basic 6.0 Working Model" on my computer. I'm trying to do something completely different, put the planetary hour calculator I worked out on Excel into visual basic in order to be happy and joyful and get extra credit for my VB class, plus play around with the thing...

and I get an error of the sort that makes it so you have to close the whole program. Grr. in any case....

he he. Well.

I'll make it work.


this is fun! match wits with the machine!!!

and furthermore, the crippleware doesn't have help.
work, headset, nerf bat, working

"I hope that I get old before I die"

Remembered, all of a sudden, a palm reading that was done to me late one evening.

I want to get my novel finished and published before I'm 35.

I would like to get other, more serious things, written and in polished form both sooner and slightly later than that.

If I'm stoned to death by the world of critics, I hope my writing will outlive me, and I want it the best it can be before I die of it.
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running, bomb tech

i am hot shit.

OK, so I'm a very very small potatoes coder. but hot damn am I getting better.

not even potatoes. I am a teaspoonful of instant mashed potato flakes without water dropped on the floor and ground beneath someone's heel.

I may evolve to soggy instant mashed potatoes in a few years.
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