It occurred to me yesterday to wonder how Effie knew that I was friends with Jie, and why she e-mailed me asking for her college instead of someone Jie actually talked to, like perhaps Zoe.
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Tuesday, December 30, 2003
Thursday, December 11, 2003
During Thanksgiving, I listed her among the things I was thankful for.
I've been reading the book Same-Sex Unions in Premodern Europe, in which John Boswell lists the difficulties of translating certain texts. English simply doesn't have the words for certain concepts which are common in other languages, or rather other cultures.
Take the word 'love'. It's a loaded word, given all sorts of connotations by its constant use in movies, televisions, novels, comics, any narratological medium you care to name. But it mostly has the connotation of either erotic/romantic interest, or a familial bond; you aren't expected to use it to refer to people who are "just friends."
But anything else is too weak to describe the way I feel for her. For a long while I abstained from saying anything; then, as we said goodnight to each other, I would tell her I "wuff" her, just to make clear the fact that it isn't a romantic interest. But wuff is a diminutive, a play-word. It's not strong enough to express how much I care for her.
Neither, really, is the mere exchange of "I love you" and "I love you, too" as parting ritual. But if I were to tell her how deeply I care for her, it would sound as if I would have to be on bended knee, presenting her with a ring. During our conversations, it's become something of a game for me to try and find a way to twist anything she says into a flattering compliment of her. And that may be how she sees it, as just a game. She may not understand that, while I may not be serious, I'm not being insincere, either. I mean every word I say to her. Every compliment.
I don't remember really crying in... well, I don't remember really crying. But whenever I think about her, about her being happy, I feel so happy myself that I tear up and want to cry.
I started this entry about trying to distinguish this love for her from a romantic love, but maybe there really isn't so much a difference. But all the same, a certain gypsy shouldn't feel she has any competition from me. I just... think I needed to write this down.
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Take the word 'love'. It's a loaded word, given all sorts of connotations by its constant use in movies, televisions, novels, comics, any narratological medium you care to name. But it mostly has the connotation of either erotic/romantic interest, or a familial bond; you aren't expected to use it to refer to people who are "just friends."
But anything else is too weak to describe the way I feel for her. For a long while I abstained from saying anything; then, as we said goodnight to each other, I would tell her I "wuff" her, just to make clear the fact that it isn't a romantic interest. But wuff is a diminutive, a play-word. It's not strong enough to express how much I care for her.
Neither, really, is the mere exchange of "I love you" and "I love you, too" as parting ritual. But if I were to tell her how deeply I care for her, it would sound as if I would have to be on bended knee, presenting her with a ring. During our conversations, it's become something of a game for me to try and find a way to twist anything she says into a flattering compliment of her. And that may be how she sees it, as just a game. She may not understand that, while I may not be serious, I'm not being insincere, either. I mean every word I say to her. Every compliment.
I don't remember really crying in... well, I don't remember really crying. But whenever I think about her, about her being happy, I feel so happy myself that I tear up and want to cry.
I started this entry about trying to distinguish this love for her from a romantic love, but maybe there really isn't so much a difference. But all the same, a certain gypsy shouldn't feel she has any competition from me. I just... think I needed to write this down.
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Saturday, November 22, 2003
Curse you and your irresistible feminine wiles!
*sighs* Well, someone asked me to post in here, and everyone knows that I have no free will, so here I am.
Some things people may not know is that I'm majoring in Computer Science currently. And I realized today that there is no hope for me. Why, you ask? Well, if you have to ask, you probably don't know me very well, so why the hell are you reading this? Shoo!
Signs that You're a Hopeless CS Major:
You refer to dice as random-number generators.
You start coding in your head.
...before you get out of bed.
You watch the Animatrix and cringe at their programming fallacies.
You hear people talking about 'getting head' and 'getting tail' and you think they're talking about linked lists.
...and you jump into the conversation.
...enthusiastically.
...and don't understand why they're giving you such weird looks.
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Some things people may not know is that I'm majoring in Computer Science currently. And I realized today that there is no hope for me. Why, you ask? Well, if you have to ask, you probably don't know me very well, so why the hell are you reading this? Shoo!
Signs that You're a Hopeless CS Major:
You refer to dice as random-number generators.
You start coding in your head.
...before you get out of bed.
You watch the Animatrix and cringe at their programming fallacies.
You hear people talking about 'getting head' and 'getting tail' and you think they're talking about linked lists.
...and you jump into the conversation.
...enthusiastically.
...and don't understand why they're giving you such weird looks.
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Sunday, August 10, 2003
Just a thought turned obsession.
Someone should write a screenplay about one of the Path's better (and more coherent) storylines.
Hint, hint.
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Hint, hint.
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