So, I found out today that I'm not getting the cool job that I thought I had a good chance of getting. So, I treated myself to dinner. Cheap dinner, but I didn't feel like cooking, or doing dishes. So, there I am at the Denny's in linda mar, waiting for a table, when a woman about my age walks in. Cute too. In fact, a splitting image of someone that I lusted after all through high school. In fact, I'm pretty sure it was the same girl. Who was, in fact, the same person that I was unable to talk to, for values of talk that are "Ask to the Winter Formal." So, instead of asking something like, "hey, did you go to Santa Cruz High?" or something like that, I just sat there, throwing glances her way, convincing myself that it really was her, and Not talking to her. Then the waitress came, carted me off to a table, and that was the last I saw of the person that I'm *sure* was Kathrine. And now I'm feeling all shitty with myself, because I haven't been this pathetic since high school. Over this girl, in fact. Bah.
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disappointed
Bah, I am weak.
So, I found out today that I'm not getting the cool job that I thought I had a good chance of getting. So, I treated myself to dinner. Cheap dinner, but I didn't feel like cooking, or doing dishes. So, there I am at the Denny's in linda mar, waiting for a table, when a woman about my age walks in. Cute too. In fact, a splitting image of someone that I lusted after all through high school. In fact, I'm pretty sure it was the same girl. Who was, in fact, the same person that I was unable to talk to, for values of talk that are "Ask to the Winter Formal." So, instead of asking something like, "hey, did you go to Santa Cruz High?" or something like that, I just sat there, throwing glances her way, convincing myself that it really was her, and Not talking to her. Then the waitress came, carted me off to a table, and that was the last I saw of the person that I'm *sure* was Kathrine. And now I'm feeling all shitty with myself, because I haven't been this pathetic since high school. Over this girl, in fact. Bah.
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Whystlir's journal, 9/5/2009
Wrote this up for the game, it turned out pretty good, thought I'd post it here, too. From the journal of Whystlir d'Deneith: Sar 14, Eyre 998YK…
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Well, that sucks
I just got fired. Over the phone. On a sick day. My boss is fail.
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SCons.
Anyone have ideas about how scons works? I'm using it now here at the DayJob, and I'm...lost. Also, why does everyone and their brother like python…
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