#5281 - felled
yesterday a giant tree in our backyard that's been there for who-knows-how-long (longer than we've lived here, and that's around 25 years) was cut down. it was dropping big limbs during pretty much any windstorm, and we didn't want to park our cars back there since, well, we didn't want this to happen to our cars:
so, yeah, that tree to the left (that kind of forms a 'v' and is covered in ivy? it's gone now. it's so weird, the sky is all empty back there now, and we can see the fence between our yard and stueypark's.
classes are going. my heath care in information systems book appears to be written by my professor, which i'm not too thrilled about, but it's slowly getting more fascinating. a group has been formed for my interaction systems class team project; though many of the people from the group i was in for a class last semester are in my interaction systems class, i figured i'd join a group of different people this time instead. plus, one of my fraternity brothers is in the group i joined, so at least i already know someone in the group.
there was another group where i'd already know someone, but it might have been awkward: a girl i met on livejournal years ago… we had a fling for a few weeks… there may or may not have been makeouts in the back of our cars in a denny's parking lot (not a burger king bathroom… this ain't the humpty dance, folks)… anyway, now she's graduated from umbc and in the master's information systems program and in my interaction design class. it wouldn't have been bad if we were on the same team, but it probably would have been awkward. there's a difference. awkward is like the time i was unsuccessfully flirting with this girl who was at a party i was at, and then it turned out a few months later that she was the teacher's instructor for the summer semester course i was taking, and then i ran into her and her new boyfriend while shopping in ikea a month or so after that. party → summer course → toilet brush in my cart. how depressing.
anyway, she's since unfriended me from facebook (not that i blame her, we barely communicated on there anyway, if ever), but a quick google search shows that she graduated with honors in her class. good for her.
still, it would have been nice to not dream about her last night. subconscious, you're a pain. maybe i need a 12-step program on how to not tight-sweat girls i've barely known or have never met.
so, yeah, that tree to the left (that kind of forms a 'v' and is covered in ivy? it's gone now. it's so weird, the sky is all empty back there now, and we can see the fence between our yard and stueypark's.
classes are going. my heath care in information systems book appears to be written by my professor, which i'm not too thrilled about, but it's slowly getting more fascinating. a group has been formed for my interaction systems class team project; though many of the people from the group i was in for a class last semester are in my interaction systems class, i figured i'd join a group of different people this time instead. plus, one of my fraternity brothers is in the group i joined, so at least i already know someone in the group.
there was another group where i'd already know someone, but it might have been awkward: a girl i met on livejournal years ago… we had a fling for a few weeks… there may or may not have been makeouts in the back of our cars in a denny's parking lot (not a burger king bathroom… this ain't the humpty dance, folks)… anyway, now she's graduated from umbc and in the master's information systems program and in my interaction design class. it wouldn't have been bad if we were on the same team, but it probably would have been awkward. there's a difference. awkward is like the time i was unsuccessfully flirting with this girl who was at a party i was at, and then it turned out a few months later that she was the teacher's instructor for the summer semester course i was taking, and then i ran into her and her new boyfriend while shopping in ikea a month or so after that. party → summer course → toilet brush in my cart. how depressing.
anyway, she's since unfriended me from facebook (not that i blame her, we barely communicated on there anyway, if ever), but a quick google search shows that she graduated with honors in her class. good for her.
still, it would have been nice to not dream about her last night. subconscious, you're a pain. maybe i need a 12-step program on how to not tight-sweat girls i've barely known or have never met.