You know, every now and then I am prompted to remember the past, for whatever reason, and because of these memories of mine, you will all be forced to hear another story full of people you have never heard of. Of course, many people love hearing stories, and most people don't mind when you repeat them over and over again, since, hey, there are only so many stories to be told. This one however, I don't think has ever come to common knowledge, outside of the select few Puerto Ricans who were there at the time. I'm not really sure what brought all this on, but there have been several conversations about relationships lately. I was driving home tonight and was struck with the recollection of the first time I attempted to ask a girl out. This was back at St. Clement's shortly after arriving home from our two week trip to the east coast. Now, when there are only twelve students on the entire adventure, people get pretty close to one another. I had developed a liking for a girl. A quiet girl, quite reserved, but I had seen a real other side of her throughout the course of my two weeks in a variety of transportation methods with her. A real zest for life. Well, I decided to try my luck, and suffice it to say, it didn't turn out as I had expected. Of course, it could have gone a lot worse, it could have resulted in the loss of a friendship, which I have always feared in all of my relationships. Anyway, I realized then the drastic turn my life may have taken had this offer been accepted and continued on with. I see myself as a much quieter person, still stuck in the awkward shyness of my youth. Yes, I know, me being shy and awkward? Unheard of! But it's true, I had a severe lacking in the social aspects of my personality. I have met this girl several times since then, over the course of several years, and judging on what her life is like, and what the people who did get involved with her life are like, it would have been entirely different. I could stand here this very day, preaching to you from my keyboard, never frolicking in the carnal pleasures, or branching out into the areas with which I am currently engaged. Another thing that may have brought this on is the fact that I saw an old classmate from those days, on the train, and she didn't have the slightest hint of recognition on her face when I waved to her, even after seeing me several times on the train. I am of course not speaking of the girl from the above story, but merely a humorous coincidence to demonstrate the alterations and evolutions we all go through in life. Spring break goes well, although it broke my heart to break the news to Tim about how we will be unable to see him during this short time at home. I miss him a great deal, and I hope he knows it. In political news, the German election is coming up... Eventually, and I have decided to cast my vote. A little research is in order of course, but hey, I really like watching German news on TV, so that shouldn't be too hard. Half the break is now over, and it was a nice way to spend the middle of the week, with some theater. Both at my old performance space in the glamorous Coronado High School gym, and on quality local broadcasting. Although there were a lot of bitchy women in everything I saw. Anyway, the night draws to an close as the sun starts to creep over the mountains (man I missed these mountains) and that means I should probably go and get some sleep. Nothing like spring break to get you back into old habits.