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Inspired by sites such as kuro5hin.org, I have decided to write a pilot diary, to see if it actually works, at least on macosx.com that is. I'd build a blog, but I lack the time and energy...
So, if there are no objections, let's begin...
Hmm... What do I want to talk about? Let's start off with some basics, to set a background. I'm 17 years old and will soon begin my senior year at a public high school in upstate NY. There was only one other mac aficianado at the school, and he just graduated. So, in basic, I'm a kind of maverick at my school. I partake in neither drugs or alcohol, and would tend to take a more conservative view of the social scene.
Anyways, it feels good to get things off my chest, so let's start talking...
This summer I've held down the job that I've had for the past year, but only for the past 2 months have I begun to collect pay. I work in a biology research lab at Albany Medical College, as part of a student research program at my high school. For the technically inclined, here is an abstract. My name will be on the next paper. Anyways, I at one point thought that I would enjoy this research, but now it seems that Biology just "isn't my bag, baby." But I continue to work there because I know that its important for my college entrance. So that basically summarizes a large portion of my summer.
In more intersting news, I can detail the social scene thats been going on. Lately, its been a little like a soap opera for me, not that I can say I mind. Let's start off at the beginning. On June 2 my and my girlfriend over over one year broke up. I was ready for it, even happy. She was not, and she took it hard. I even felt bad, right up until the point that she wrote me a letter three weeks later, stating that she was dating my best friend, who himself had failed to disclose this.
But it's highschool, what do you expect?
So, blissfully freed of my bonds, I went out to play the field. It seemed that luck wa son my side when I showed up at my friend's graduation party. Now, this friend's father, up until this year, owned a local swim club. As a result they are given special privileges, so the party was thrown at this swim club for free. So I showed up on time, not exactly "fashionably late", and was of course the only guest who had arrived so far.
So I sat around, chatted a little, when this beautiful woman shows up. (In this diary, I will refer to females as "women" rathger than "girls" because I think its more respectful, plus, I'm getting to the age where you really don't have the choice.) Anyways we immediately strike up a conversation, It seemed that my luck had returned. It turns out, this girl absolutely blew my mind. She, like my friend, was graduating for HS this year, and was headed to, of all places, Harvard, something I've always aspired to do. She loves debate, and reading. (So, I admit, she's not exactly a rabid mac fan, but that might be asking for too much.) This woman is extemely intelligent, the type of person who earns my respect very quickly. So, anyway, getting back to the story, we make our moves and everything is going to plan. We swim a little, play some "european football", some vollyball, and then eventualyl decide that we are going to go see a movie.
Now, rather than just have the woman come with me, since my house is two minutes away from the theater, my friend insists that she go with him. See, my friend has a lot of problems, but I'll save that for later....
So the movie goes over well, I get her #'s, she get's mine, and we both go home giddy. After a few chats on the telly we decide to meet up, she picks the time and place, she wants my to meet her friends. Mistake...
Up to this point I had just been iin heaven over this girl, I had never met anyone like her. Of course, understandably, it all had to come crashing down. She wanted to meet up at this local affluent strip-mall (oxymoron?) so that we can go to Fridays.Sounds good to me. So when I arrive there, both of her friends are already there. First Impression: "Wow, her friend looks like a total s*ut. Not cool." But I continue, we go into a few "trendy" stores which are just really just selling total trash at ourageous prices, but these kids buy in heavily. After hearing them talk about Tiffany bracelets I began to just want to leave. It was sickening. Now, I dont care how rich anyone is, but these kids were afraid to show it. "Conspicuous Consumption" I believe its called.
So over dinner I was treated to a long diatribe by her friends about how many "hook-ups" they had had. 22 was the standing record for one woman. Let me clarify that, it was 22 different guys, with the obvious hinting that some were more involved than a one-time thing.
As her friends talk about this, the woman I had once respected looked on in horror. I was wearing the same face on the inside, but I tried to keep my exterior as pleasant as possibly. To say the least, I was very dissapointed. I broke it off when we returned to her car. Which, BTW, is a 2002 BMW 325i, given to her as a graduation present. Just to give you an idea of the type of money we're talking about here.
So I get out of her car, and get into mine, immediately after having explained to her that "I wouldn't fit in." I had gone from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows. The only thing that helped was Nintendo.
So we talked for a week afterwards, online only. At times I almost wanted to forget what had happened, the woman who I had talked to up to that second meeting was amazing, but the fact remains that you can't aska person to change.
So, weeks went by, and we didn't talk at all. To say the least, I was over it and didn't miss the conversation.
Just about after we went our separate ways, I began taking an SAT class which just so happened to be in the back of that very same plaza. It was a fun class, but only torwards the end when people began breaking the ice with one another. All this time I had expected to see the "Harvard gal" (I know this is a violation of my rule, but its my diary, so whatever.), since her friends had made it out to seem that they came there quite often. But, It seemed that I was wrong, for I had gone right up until my last class without seeing her, and I must admit, I was looking...
So on my break during my last class, I was walking down to the strip on my way to grab a drink, when this woman from my class finally starts putting out some signals. They're very welcome since this woman is a looker. So in detour from going to get a drink to rather go with her and a bunch of her friends to a drug store to get some random stuff. So, like a true player, I'm walking down the strip with a bunch of girls, when I round a corner, and walk straight into the harvard gal. Now, I had been expecting this, but we were both shellshocked. Especially her, since apparently she know every single person who I was walking with. I guess they all go to the same school, a private academy.
So, in the traditional way, I lose my head. After we both say our awkward goodbyes to one another, I go down to the drug store and get a package of pens, and leave the drugstore, as well as the cute woman who was sending signals. I run over to my car and began franticly writing a note to give to the harvard gal, or at least slip under her windsheld. About 30 seconds into it, I just stop. Why was I doing this? Confused and out of time, I returned to class.
So, class only lasted another half a hour, allowing me to leave a full 30 minutes earlier than usual. Thankfully, it seems that this girl that had been sending signals did not take offense at my actions, and asked me if I would like to join her at the starbucks down the street. What do you think I did?
So I had a good time at Starbucks. I'm not much of a coffee fan, so I ordered an iced chai. It was really good, I finished it in about 10 seconds. I wonder if you can order iced chai without ice?
Anyways, it seems that me and this "Haverford gal" (That's where she wants to attend, and I think its a fun naming scheme. And oh yeah, no I do not equate anyone's value with the school of their attendance, this is all for fun. ) are basically thinking on the same page. We expressed the same disdain for the snooty-type attitudes exhibited at the academy she attends. It was very refreshing. We spent about 30 minutes together, and I was running out of time. When a friend she knew stopped in, I seized my chance. Symbolically , I ripped a blank section off of my crumpled letter to harvard gal, and gave her my #. She seemed to want it, I went home happy.
So since then, things have gone well. Me and haverford girl have been getting along very well, though we have not been able to meet up once again. As far as coincidences go, try this on for size. Out of all the places possible, she has a regular babysitting customer, who just so happens to be two doors down. Never have seen her coming or going. Small world, eh?
Oh yeah, FYI: the harvard girl got her room assignment. Its a four person suite where once of the kennedys once stayed. That's what I call a school where history is alive.
So, Im going to be gone for about the next week, and when I get back I'' have plenty more to write about. And the diaries will gradually improve as I go from more of a "recap the last two months" style writing, into a "what happened this week" style. Hopefully this was coherant, as well as amusing. If you've gotten this far, I thank you for your time, I've stolen a large chunk. IF you have questions of comments, please write in this thread. The more the merrier!
So, if there are no objections, let's begin...
Hmm... What do I want to talk about? Let's start off with some basics, to set a background. I'm 17 years old and will soon begin my senior year at a public high school in upstate NY. There was only one other mac aficianado at the school, and he just graduated. So, in basic, I'm a kind of maverick at my school. I partake in neither drugs or alcohol, and would tend to take a more conservative view of the social scene.
Anyways, it feels good to get things off my chest, so let's start talking...
This summer I've held down the job that I've had for the past year, but only for the past 2 months have I begun to collect pay. I work in a biology research lab at Albany Medical College, as part of a student research program at my high school. For the technically inclined, here is an abstract. My name will be on the next paper. Anyways, I at one point thought that I would enjoy this research, but now it seems that Biology just "isn't my bag, baby." But I continue to work there because I know that its important for my college entrance. So that basically summarizes a large portion of my summer.
In more intersting news, I can detail the social scene thats been going on. Lately, its been a little like a soap opera for me, not that I can say I mind. Let's start off at the beginning. On June 2 my and my girlfriend over over one year broke up. I was ready for it, even happy. She was not, and she took it hard. I even felt bad, right up until the point that she wrote me a letter three weeks later, stating that she was dating my best friend, who himself had failed to disclose this.
But it's highschool, what do you expect?
So, blissfully freed of my bonds, I went out to play the field. It seemed that luck wa son my side when I showed up at my friend's graduation party. Now, this friend's father, up until this year, owned a local swim club. As a result they are given special privileges, so the party was thrown at this swim club for free. So I showed up on time, not exactly "fashionably late", and was of course the only guest who had arrived so far.
So I sat around, chatted a little, when this beautiful woman shows up. (In this diary, I will refer to females as "women" rathger than "girls" because I think its more respectful, plus, I'm getting to the age where you really don't have the choice.) Anyways we immediately strike up a conversation, It seemed that my luck had returned. It turns out, this girl absolutely blew my mind. She, like my friend, was graduating for HS this year, and was headed to, of all places, Harvard, something I've always aspired to do. She loves debate, and reading. (So, I admit, she's not exactly a rabid mac fan, but that might be asking for too much.
) This woman is extemely intelligent, the type of person who earns my respect very quickly. So, anyway, getting back to the story, we make our moves and everything is going to plan. We swim a little, play some "european football", some vollyball, and then eventualyl decide that we are going to go see a movie. Now, rather than just have the woman come with me, since my house is two minutes away from the theater, my friend insists that she go with him. See, my friend has a lot of problems, but I'll save that for later....
So the movie goes over well, I get her #'s, she get's mine, and we both go home giddy. After a few chats on the telly we decide to meet up, she picks the time and place, she wants my to meet her friends. Mistake...
Up to this point I had just been iin heaven over this girl, I had never met anyone like her. Of course, understandably, it all had to come crashing down. She wanted to meet up at this local affluent strip-mall (oxymoron?) so that we can go to Fridays.Sounds good to me. So when I arrive there, both of her friends are already there. First Impression: "Wow, her friend looks like a total s*ut. Not cool." But I continue, we go into a few "trendy" stores which are just really just selling total trash at ourageous prices, but these kids buy in heavily. After hearing them talk about Tiffany bracelets I began to just want to leave. It was sickening. Now, I dont care how rich anyone is, but these kids were afraid to show it. "Conspicuous Consumption" I believe its called.
So over dinner I was treated to a long diatribe by her friends about how many "hook-ups" they had had. 22 was the standing record for one woman. Let me clarify that, it was 22 different guys, with the obvious hinting that some were more involved than a one-time thing.
As her friends talk about this, the woman I had once respected looked on in horror. I was wearing the same face on the inside, but I tried to keep my exterior as pleasant as possibly. To say the least, I was very dissapointed. I broke it off when we returned to her car. Which, BTW, is a 2002 BMW 325i, given to her as a graduation present. Just to give you an idea of the type of money we're talking about here.
So I get out of her car, and get into mine, immediately after having explained to her that "I wouldn't fit in." I had gone from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows. The only thing that helped was Nintendo.
So we talked for a week afterwards, online only. At times I almost wanted to forget what had happened, the woman who I had talked to up to that second meeting was amazing, but the fact remains that you can't aska person to change.
So, weeks went by, and we didn't talk at all. To say the least, I was over it and didn't miss the conversation.
Just about after we went our separate ways, I began taking an SAT class which just so happened to be in the back of that very same plaza. It was a fun class, but only torwards the end when people began breaking the ice with one another. All this time I had expected to see the "Harvard gal" (I know this is a violation of my rule, but its my diary, so whatever.), since her friends had made it out to seem that they came there quite often. But, It seemed that I was wrong, for I had gone right up until my last class without seeing her, and I must admit, I was looking...
So on my break during my last class, I was walking down to the strip on my way to grab a drink, when this woman from my class finally starts putting out some signals. They're very welcome since this woman is a looker. So in detour from going to get a drink to rather go with her and a bunch of her friends to a drug store to get some random stuff. So, like a true player, I'm walking down the strip with a bunch of girls, when I round a corner, and walk straight into the harvard gal. Now, I had been expecting this, but we were both shellshocked. Especially her, since apparently she know every single person who I was walking with. I guess they all go to the same school, a private academy.
So, in the traditional way, I lose my head. After we both say our awkward goodbyes to one another, I go down to the drug store and get a package of pens, and leave the drugstore, as well as the cute woman who was sending signals. I run over to my car and began franticly writing a note to give to the harvard gal, or at least slip under her windsheld. About 30 seconds into it, I just stop. Why was I doing this? Confused and out of time, I returned to class.
So, class only lasted another half a hour, allowing me to leave a full 30 minutes earlier than usual. Thankfully, it seems that this girl that had been sending signals did not take offense at my actions, and asked me if I would like to join her at the starbucks down the street. What do you think I did?
So I had a good time at Starbucks. I'm not much of a coffee fan, so I ordered an iced chai. It was really good, I finished it in about 10 seconds. I wonder if you can order iced chai without ice?
Anyways, it seems that me and this "Haverford gal" (That's where she wants to attend, and I think its a fun naming scheme. And oh yeah, no I do not equate anyone's value with the school of their attendance, this is all for fun.
) are basically thinking on the same page. We expressed the same disdain for the snooty-type attitudes exhibited at the academy she attends. It was very refreshing. We spent about 30 minutes together, and I was running out of time. When a friend she knew stopped in, I seized my chance. Symbolically , I ripped a blank section off of my crumpled letter to harvard gal, and gave her my #. She seemed to want it, I went home happy.So since then, things have gone well. Me and haverford girl have been getting along very well, though we have not been able to meet up once again. As far as coincidences go, try this on for size. Out of all the places possible, she has a regular babysitting customer, who just so happens to be two doors down. Never have seen her coming or going. Small world, eh?
Oh yeah, FYI: the harvard girl got her room assignment. Its a four person suite where once of the kennedys once stayed. That's what I call a school where history is alive.
So, Im going to be gone for about the next week, and when I get back I'' have plenty more to write about. And the diaries will gradually improve as I go from more of a "recap the last two months" style writing, into a "what happened this week" style. Hopefully this was coherant, as well as amusing. If you've gotten this far, I thank you for your time, I've stolen a large chunk. IF you have questions of comments, please write in this thread. The more the merrier!
