One year. Hopefully many more to come. I made several private (not even password-protected) entries back then for my own edification, one of which might be fun to post (in part, if not whole). April 29, 2005, 07:19 a.m.: […] I just lie down on the couch while he wrote his story for a campus-wide round robin. Or while he tried to. I was tired enough that about 85% of my inhibitions fled, and when lightly probed, I hesitantly spilled why I was so nervous and tense around him–primarily, it’s his intensity and the direction his intensity takes, which is watchful-sexual-devouring. Scary to see that directed at me. So we…

I remember that during my last two years of high school, I spent a good bit of time analyzing relationships. I looked at my parents, at Michael and Jenny, at other acquaintances and friends that I saw with (or without) significant others, and I questioned what I wanted and didn’t want in a relationship. Some of the conclusions were rather obvious–keep communication lines open, be willing to apologize, don’t hold grudges, etc. Stuff great for life in general and crucial for long-term relationships. I looked to define the balance that I would want with a significant other–how much imbalance in intelligence could I handle? In money-making ability? In interests? In…

Ever feel like your graduate school interests just aren’t hardcore techie enough to be something real Ph.D. students would study? Yeah, that’s me. *frown*