Square Galaxy

Incidental glance without recognition,
Mistakes made now haunt me,
Because the possibilities turn beginningless,
And the clouds would rain if they only had tears.

Insufficient capacity to do more than nothing,
So many ideas moving omnidirectionally,
Lightning in the distance might almost bring hope,
If only it had the deep friendship of thunder rolling.

Yellow picnic table flowed sweetness like fountains,
Now more stale than dust in an empty canteen,
Just the reflections of a fruit lemonade,
No more will the sparkles be lost in the winds of tomorrow.

I was looking back at a post that was never made public. There were a few brief phrases in the post that I think I’ll share. They are about crushes and dates.
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I’m back at BYU, and since I haven’t written here in a while, I thought I would do just that. I’ve noticed that it has been almost a year since my first real blog entry. Yay for me and here is hoping for another year of blogging.

My classes seem like they will go well. By the end of the semester, I should be quite the expert at operating systems and embedded systems. I’m taking 11 credits from three different classes on these topics.

My ward is great. I just got called to be the Assistant Wark Clerk in charge of Membership as my calling. So I will probably get to know everyone fairly well–at least on paper. There aren’t very many girls in the ward here though, and I’m kind of concerned about dating.

Dating is just one big game. A guy and a girl meet. She gives some excuse. He knows that the excuse is just a cover-up for something else. He could call her on it, except that he plays along, letting her think that he bought the excuse.

He knows what she knows, but he doesn’t let her know that he knows what she knows.

In a more specific example. The guy is at a dance and sees once or twice a couple of girls who were looking over his way. The next day, at a social gathering, they go do talk to him, but give his some excuse that they just wanted to talk to someone near by and he was the closest. What they were thinking is, “How can we start talking to him without making it look like we are picking him out.” He says that he, himself, was just looking around for someone to talk to. What he was thinking, was, “Oh wow, girls want to talk to me.” Then he realizes, “These are the same girls that we looking at me last night at the dance.” He keeps their secret from themselves. As long as they think they are playing the game, then he gets the advantage at the game by not revealing that he knows it is just a game.