October 18th, 2001

running, bomb tech

Stuck To

Came to school at 9 today rather than my usual 6 (I worked until 11 last night) and didn't get to have a good conversation with Darkside until noon, when I walked him to his last class. (He was busy working on programming projects until then.)

I need to re-learn how to sneak.
Darkside's been nagging me about getting registered for classes. I got all the holds cleared today by paperwork; I just have to wait for it to clear from the computer system for me to be able to register.

Darkside bitched about what he'd been working on, HTML with javascript, and told me I'd be getting it sooner or later. "Yeah, you'll have the joy of putting up with me then," I told him. "I've got that, what, in five semesters?"

"Actually, I won't," he said. "I won't be here then."

That shut me up fast. Votania did tell me that Darkside is most likely moving out of state after he gets through college, something about a better job and getting away from his parents.

"You'd better stay in touch," I told him. We both hate losing friends from either them or us moving away, and I'm for damn sure not going to want to lose him, not ever. It doesn't matter that we're never going to date. He's still my best friend.

"I'm not all that good at writing," he told me.

"That's not what your stories say to me."

I told him I didn't expect essays, I just expected regular e-mails telling me that he was alive and so forth. "When you get an e-mail from me, just reply and say 'It's good to hear from you. I'm alive.' Just that."

" 'It's good to hear from you. I'm alive.' 'I'm alive.' 'I'm alive.' 'It's good to hear from you. I'm dead.' "

"Exactly!" I said and we started beating the hell out of each other in the friendliest possible way.

Darkside is the sort of friend, that once you have them, you never let go. Not ever.
running, bomb tech

"It's this whole religion thing, you see."

The army called, asking me if I wanted a job; had I ever considered working for the US army?

I had considered it, once upon a time. I did have a friend in the army, but I haven't heard from him in over a month. After I considered the army, I got smart, and then I got into the whole "harm none" thing. I explained as much to the recruiter. "It's this whole religion thing, you see. I don't kill people, and I don't help people kill people."

"What if we found you a job that didn't involve killing people?"

"Naaah."

I proceeded to try and extract from the recruiter the best way to get in touch with my old friend Dave through the army. He had no real clue, but he's going to see if there's any way he can look up a place where I could look up where to mail something to him, at his last known military assignment.