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 like dates where you really get to know someone. I don’t like movies as dates because usually you only get to find out if the person liked that particular movie or not. I like dates where you are forced to talk. I love hearing people talk. And I love finding out that I have something in common with someone. Like the other night, I made some comment about liking Jupiter, and immediately this girl knew that I was talking about Holst. That was hot. If I ever am interested in a girl, and she says that Jupiter was better than Mars, or if we share some other similarly obscure opinion, then I would probably fall head over feet in like with the particular girl.

Um, maybe not, but it would be a start.

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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.

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.

I was looking for her, and she walked right past me. I was going to say hi or something and walk with her, except that she was already talking to a boy, she didn’t see me, and I choked on my plans to talk to her.

A soundtrack of life. Sometimes isn’t worth listening to. You might hear some girl things that you really didn’t want to know. Either that, or you might learn some of the elements.

Woah. Major insight here. But I still can’t put it into words. Its like pure knowledge, like the way the holy ghost talks to your soul.

A song and a dance. Thats what this place is life. Never start out a conversation with “She’ll be coming ’round the mountain,” because the next thing you know girls will start clapping, and singing and stomping and dancing, and swinging themselves ’round the room. I wish I had a camera, but it just couldn’t contain the excitement.

Heads falling out of faces.

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I’ve decided that girls are trouble. Don’t ask why I came to that decision. I guess maybe its more than girls. Just the way humans interact with eachother can be trouble. People get offended, other people are jerk-faces, and you don’t want to play favorites.