this is disgusting.

I am getting messages, spam, masquerading as the Mail Delivery Subsystem.

This is not kosher. This is not cool. This is not good. This is where I want to go out and stake some potted meat through what passes as "heart".

New Teacher

More on the subject of Mrs. Byer [I keep having a hard time not adding the 's', as I think he's the hottest of the three and am correspondingly obsessed] tomorrow: she's the new English teacher, and is sufficiently new that she was late for class because she was turning in her contract to DeVry.

Nice Early Morning

Ghaaa.

Remind me why I'm not an afternoon student, again? I don't have to come in early for breakfast...

Not black!

Today I am wearing shorts and a white polo shirt. Grey shorts.

I am made professional by the shirt!

school

Evidently whatever I did on Inanna here earlier didn't get saved. Ah well. Reflections on my Management class. Teacher seems all right, if a little nervous.

Saw ralmathon in the networking lab. Nice to see my big bro around. Now that he's not working mornings, he can do class. Nice to know that Skippy won't be my only friend around.

Ran low on battery partway through management. Raided bookstore for replacements.

Next up: web design.

more school

Today we learn about the internet. Whoo. See my lack of wakefulness.

Last night Mrs. Byer seemed to not quite have it all together. She's new to DeVry, her card wasn't swiping, she has a smartass class, and there were all sorts of interesting little things going on.

Discussion of casino issues. The class seems to care. Am content to let those who give a damn vote on that.

Who said that 56K was the absolute limit / transmitted across a phone line...?

I'm going to have to put my High-Speed Connection song on my website for McGuirk's amusement, I think.

Extensions. Standards. Much fun. I love web stuff. I find it exciting. I suppose this is the logical extension of my passion for writing.

Networking

Ran into Skippy. Networked. Should invite him to my next party. He was surprised that Darkside had been a senior.

food

( boring )

*sigh*

Even though I can answer most of the preliminary questions, I still know jack about the web. I've just read Networking For Dummies, and the Jargon File.

Head in sand

Unsubbing from sos_usa and its ilk. I just can't take it any more. Too much pontificating filling up my screen. I guess this makes me a weak collaborator. Fuck you.

When I wear colors other than black...

...people notice. Skippy noticed. I have a feeling that he noticed in a way that he might have acted on had he not been married. Today I am wearing a white polo shirt and grey shorts. reichiere noticed that I was in color, as in not black, not to mention the lipstick.

I think it's a combination of the lipstick, the fact that white shows shadows so you can see how large my breasts really are, the air of professionalism attached to a polo shirt in the DeVry environment, especially a polo shirt with cellphone and palmtop in the breast pocket, not to mention the pen, the way not all my black outfits are cut to flatter me any more, and the startlement of seeing me in something other than black making people take a second, closer look at me rather than going with their brain's stock image of me in black, them having checked the server, seen that it was a close match, and choosing not to download the new image, even though it's ever so slightly different.

Drat.

Darkside's working today.

I did call him and let him know I'd survived the first day and a half of school. He had to teleport off to work within a few minutes, but he took out a couple seconds for me.

It feels weird, being there at a human time of day. Told him as much.

E-mailed him, with the things I wanted to say. Not the things that he knows already and is uncomfortable when I tell them to him, but the things about my life that I always wind up telling him, and crying about, and he always listens and tells me what I've been telling myself, only in a way I'll be able to listen to it.

I trust him, because he can See me.

I hope he reads the e-mail. But then, will it make a difference if he doesn't? I know he listens in person, and I know he gives hugs in person, and I know he tells bad jokes in person... and I know I'm his friend. That knowledge, after saying all the things I've been afraid to say, and crying about it, knowing that no matter what, he still cares for me as much, is the most incredible treasure anyone could have.

After I've talked things out with Darkside...

...even if it is only in an e-mail to him, I can then talk about the same sort of thing with myself, and occasionally other people.

Anal. Structured Analysis, that is...

Am no longer the only woman in room. Demland feels like a hardass, but the good kind. Used to teaching the double-speed class.

Nice. Puzzles at the beginning of class. Nice.

"Did you know this is physically impossible?"
"Can't be: it's in the contract."

Demland reminds me of Ron.

two types data: stored, active. Not necessarily in database.

processing logic == business rules. Extrapolate to higher-level rules...

AYDBABTM.

Note: include real world in book. pretty theory, whoo.

system analyst is translator between geek & user. Must learn the geek side better.

we can do that in X time == evil.

progress = change time estimate.

my experience with Votania is great for translating to 'user'.

...this is fun.

more analysis.

Don't go chasing the waterfall model... it will come after you.

last hour...

Anal. Dave [Demland] has us here not only for the two hours of class, but has appropriated the lab as well. Four solid hours of sitting. He's used to teaching the accelerated classes, and is having corresponding fun.

Called Darkside. Nice to talk to him. Sweet man. Told him about the tearful email and the more cheerful one following it.

Will try to not space this class.

(no subject)

May have just killed a friendship.

Hope not.

In 45 minutes local time...

...it will be time for me to wish a happy 21st birthday to bibble. Whee!