Worus

Friday, Luke, Mahesh, and I went out to lunch as per usual. It was a way good time. We ended up going to La Fuente, and then to Villiage Inn for pie. Afterwords, Luke went to hand in a paper. Luke took so long that Mahesh and I went to turn in his homework as opposed to sitting in Luke’s car. We found Omar’s bike on the way, and Mahesh moved it from the pole that it was parked at to a tree some distance away, since he knew the combination for the lock. This is the sort of thing that will give Omar a heart attack. It was hilarious to the two of us. Now that I read the account of Friday, it seems that most of it seems like a bunch of disjoint events. It occured over around two and a half hours.

I’ve really enjoyed lunches with Luke, Mahesh, and Omar over the semester. As corny as it sounds, it’s nice to actually feel like “one of the guys.” While I wouldn’t trade any part of who I am in terms of interests or friends for the world, my interests and sometimes overwhelmingly female friends (only in certain areas of my life) have limited my experiences. It’s nice to be able to hang out and do the juvinile things that guys do, such as laugh at the various ways to use profane language.

I think that the fact that I’ve known Luke and Omar for ten years and Mahesh for the last three helps make it all possible. I’m comfortable with these people, and maybe there’s a definate lack of judgement because of that. I don’t know exactly how to explain the phenomenon. I know that I’m not the only one that feels that way, though. Nic has told me that he’s always felt that way around the same folk as well, and I know that his interests have denied him some of the same experiences elsewhere. In any case, lunch with the guys has been nice.

I got the highest grade on my poker project in the class, 109.2%! I’m still waiting to see what I got on my design document. I’m anxious to find out. I think that I’m more anxious to find out because I have this preconceived notion that I will receive feedback to read, which is entirely false. I will receive no feedback since I will not be meeting for the class ever again. Hopefully, I do well; and, maybe, I can ask to see mine next semester.

This weekend went alright at work. We lost one layaway. Our bad. It was probably around but no one could find anything resembling it anywhere. In any case, that was the only one; which is an awesome track record. I ended up working until 7:00 p.m. (as opposed to 5:00 p.m.) on Sunday night because of it, though.

Dean and I went to see the Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring on Wednesday of last week, and Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers this Friday. The new version of The Two Towers was awesome. The added footage really made it worth seeing, like I needed justification to go see it.

When Dean first took his medicine on Friday, he was obnoxious as hell. I know that he doesn’t mean to be, or even know that it’s happening, but he’s like that for about the first hour after he takes his medicine. I don’t want to say anything to him, because I know that this new medication has helped him, and I don’t want him to fear taking it. I do think that the doctor might have prescribed a little too much of the medicine to be on the safe side that he saw the effects. I hope that the doctor lowers the dosage next time around.

One tough thing this weekend was trying to get an engaging conversation started. It seemed like everything that I had to say I had to elaborate on myself. I tried to leave several hooks for Dean to elaborate on a topic on his own. Finally, on Saturday, just before we got back to his place, he started to have what felt like a real conversation with me. It was shortlived, and that made me sad. I don’t really remember what happened this weekend, but I remember feeling like it sure would be nice if my ideas were either challenged or validated by someone else.

Aside from the minor annoyances of this weekend, I’ve noticed that lately I’ve felt kind of empty on the spiritual side. I don’t really know how to explain it. I just feel like there was a presence with me that’s parted for some reason. If I didn’t feel that there was merit to sprituality, I would probably tell myself that I have come to some “realization” that spirituality is not a necessary part of being human, but that’s not how I feel. I honestly feel like spirituality, in some form, is an important thing. I just feel disconnected at the moment. I’ll have to see what I can do to regain that, because I don’t want to continue with this emptyness.

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