For the first time I am writing at a reasonable hour. It is the afternoon and I am sitting in a library cubicle. I have been studying Sociology ad infinitum, ad nauseam, so I am taking a break to write in this. I have a Sociology test on Thursday and a History test Friday.
I have been mulling over thoughts of changing my major from Computer Science to Environmental Health Science. I have pretty much decided that I am going to change majors so now it is only a question of when and what to. I like Environmental Health because I like the cause but there is a great deal of Biology in it which does not have any appeal to me.
Monday night I talked to Heather about thee difference between good friends and boyfriends and girlfriends. She holds that she could tell a very good friend absolutely anything and everything. I, on the other hand, maintain that there are some things that you can and should only tell your girlfriend in order to keep that institution loving and sacred. I could tell Heather a great deal of things about me, but I don’t think I could ever tell her everything now. Perhaps in the future we will begin to go out together and I will tell her my deepest thoughts and emotions, but at the moment, we are just and I quote directly from Heather herself, “Friends with potential.”
Perhaps we will go out, but there is such a great diversity of females here that I quiver to think of starting another long-term relationship. Many of the girls have boyfriends. I try to avoid these, although this Friday I am teaching one to play racquetball. Her name is Shawn (not sure on the spelling). I find myself thinking about sexual encounters, but they are usually with Char. I cannot wait to see her again. I can vividly picture myself pulling up to her house getting out of the car, giving her a huge hug, smelling here again, and running my hands through here long and luscious black hair.