“just because i am dressed like a police officer doesn’t mean i am a cop” – hartley?

so i was at jason’s house the other day, the moon palace. they were having a birthday party for a kid named nick and a girl named haley. i had seen that haley girl before at marcus’ house. her and a few other girls kept doing shots in the kitchen and then rubbing up against each other. it was desperately dirty. not where i wanted to be. this party was no different. there were a bunch of good looking birds there, but they were all dressed so scandalously. i guess the theme of the party was “models and bottles”.

i brought a the rest of the keg to the part at about 11pm. everybody was pretty wasted already from the shot luge, which was an awesome idea. i drank vokda from the tap all night. earlier that morning i had to vomit behind mainstreetovereasy. taking it easy was a good idea if not a necessity.

one bird in particular caught my eye. she was short with dark hair and thin. beautiful. she was dressed like a police officer in a purple sequin skirt and a nice backless shirt. i assumed she was a cop. though around 2am i came up into the living room looking for alec. she was sitting on the couch talking to clay about WoW. weird. birds that good looking usually do not know shit about computers. she was hardcorps though. anyway, she wanted to go home, so i offered her a ride. our conversation on the ride was mostly WoW and school based, not really the most exciting, but at least there were no dead ends. i dropped her off and failed to get her number. i am not sure she wanted me to get it though. i tend to always fuck things like this up.

anyhow, i guess my point was that she was dressed like a police officer, but as far as i could tell, she was not a cop. i wonder how many other birds are in this same category. they get all dressed up in their scandalous attire to go out, but that is not a representation of them at all. when they are dressed like that it says to me “fuck me and leave me”. not that i do not appreciate the eye candy, but i am not looking for a cop. how am i supposed to know that they are some chill grrl that i can actually relate to when they look like cops? i figure that the meat head jocks are all about that, and they are, so i just sit back in the corner. hah. and grrls wonder why they never meet good guys.

i want to find this grrl. i know which house she lives in, but not which part. i think i am going to write a letter and drop it in one of the mailboxes. i have nothing to lose.

grrls

the computer science department at montana state is trading me two credits for an office hours scheduling program. extortion? most likely. anyway, i am releasing it under the gpl and hosting it on googlecode.

http://code.google.com/p/zona-cal/

if all goes well and i get this up and running i will graduate on time! it might also turn out to be an interesting piece of code and a useful application. feel free to follow my progress, though i am shooting for bare minimum here.

“C’s get degrees!”

zona-cal

for a long time i have been known to say “i don’t care”, but recently it has come to light that i really do care. after thinking about this for a long time, i now realize “i don’t worry”.

i know that when i do something, i am doing the best i possibly can, otherwise i would be doing better. i also know that if i am doing the best i possibly can then there should be no reason to worry because i could not do it any better. worrying just leads to negative attitudes about the work you are doing.

here is a video i just watched from google. it is about happiness and well worth the hour. enjoy.

genuine happiness