Designated driver? Were your parents barhopping? 
This is the second Python frak party I’ve missed… very sad about that
I hope there’s gonna be a Meaning of Life frak party. I won’t miss that one, I swear! Every sperm is sacred~
There will be, eventually. :rolleyes:
LOL!
I totally just had the image/sound of the phone ringing and I pick up and instead of saying hello, I just hear the old school dial-up connection sounds… 
I found out yesterday that one of my aunts’ lifelong partner has been hospitalized after suffering a stroke (or, apparently, several small strokes) on Friday. She survived a pretty agressive strain of ovarian cancer in 2006 and had been hospitalized earlier this year with intestinal issues (I’m not sure if that was also cancer or what, though) and now this, after a week when she was apparently feeling great and back to 100% power. My mother, who gave me the news, is optimistic, but honestly it sounds pretty bad to me, particularly since my wife had a friend/co-worker who passed away in 2006 from a brain tumor discovered after she’d had some mini-strokes that incapacitated her for some time. The one comfort, I suppose, is that my aunts both have very strong faith which I’m sure will see them through no matter what, but it still sucks to know how much she must be suffering. 
My heart goes out to you, Armando. I really hope she gets better. Truly.
<rant>My God, it’s cancer again! Is it just me, or is this vile disease just everywhere now? I feel so bad for all who go through the ordeal… and their families as well. Seriously, it seems like the treatment is even more harrowing than the disease itself. I hope to see cancer tamed by science one day, some time in my lifetime. It’s the big scary boogeyman for everyone in the world, and I want it killed.</rant>
Thanks for the kind words!
Unfortunately, her moving anywhere isn’t possible at all, she’s a little younger than me and she’s still got three years left to get her BA (no, she’s not THAT much younger than me but recently changed her major which is going to prolong things somewhat).
Plus, I don’t get a full salary yet and couldn’t support her for the next two years anyway.
On the bright side, I have high hopes to get transferred to a school that is a lot closer to her in February. Which would make the long-distance relationship a temporary thing for the next five months and that I could live with I guess. If I don’t get the transfer I want (and there’s always the chance that I don’t since my seniority is exactly zero or maybe even below that and I’m at lowest end of the food chain as far as transfers are concerned), then I won’t know what to do.
Yeah, that’s my thinking too, I can’t get any worse, so it can only get better. The two factors - transition to job life AND long-distance relationship - are like fighting on two fronts for me these days, but I’m slowly coping with both. Very slowly, though.
Be careful what you wish for, young friend. There’s a lot of bliss to be had in relationships, but no relationship is pure mirth all the time. There’s always bad times. My advice: start with the sex and save the dating for later.
No wedding until I make more than a third of a real salary. Which won’t happen until two years from now. Plus, I already calculated that in 2011, the day when we got together is going to be a Saturday and I’m not willing to marry on any other day than a Saturday, so that would be perfect.
Or you could just ask her to move in with you. :eek:
That could actually be the quickest romance-killer ever.
I think I know what you’re trying to say, but even so I’m savoring every moment I get with her at the moment.
It’s hard, but you can do it!
I think I can do it. The whole things gives new meanings to Friday at noon when I get out of school and can drive home for the weekend (not every weekend, though).
Thanks!
Assuming you meant me and not the guy from “Dallas”.
It’s driveable, but it’s close to not driveable/not doable financially.
:eek: Never say things like that. You’re just asking for a colony of fire ants to set up residence in your lower intestine. :eek:
My advice: start with the sex and save the dating for later.
One week as a teacher, and he’s already touching the future. 
Plus, I already calculated that in 2011, the day when we got together is going to be a Saturday and I’m not willing to marry on any other day than a Saturday, so that would be perfect.
So that your union can be solemnized by Saturn? 
My mom would not be happy if she saw this:rolleyes:.
She always did say to stay away from people who live in New Jersey:D
Woah, those kind of teacher IYKWIM jokes are so not funny:p
Not quite what I meant, but yeah, I guess that does work on multiple levels. :rolleyes:
So I’m trying to garner support for a trip into the city for the Kamelot/Edguy concert but it’s hard cause my musical taste >>>>>>>>>> my friends. =/
This is going to be really weird, especially since I’m a parent, but speaking as someone who was saving himself for marriage for many years, I have to say that I agree with GR. Sex is a big deal, but it’s not as big a deal as everyone tells you. (So long as you engage in it intelligently and safely.)
Thanks, Deathbytray. I’m not sure what it is this time, but having known what lots of small strokes can do (my wife’s grandmother was reduced to a vegetative state, essentially, by many small strokes) I am hoping my aunt will not have to suffer more of them and will be able to get better very soon. I haven’t been able to call today as I’d hoped, so I’ll have to do it tomorrow afternoon. I’ll keep you posted.
That’s a first.
Sex is a big deal, but it’s not as big a deal as everyone tells you.
It’s like driving. When you’re not old enough to drive, you’re all excited about it. When you have to commute to work two hours every day, it’s pretty tiresome. Unless you’re loaded enough to afford a Ferrari. Know what I mean?
(So long as you engage in it intelligently and safely.)
I can see the “safely”, but can’t grasp the “intelligently” - does that mean like being smart enough to … I won’t go into details here… well, I would, but I shouldn’t…
And eventually your reflexes get so bad that they take away your license.
Or your memory gets so bad that you forget to renew and your family doesn’t remind you. Yes, we did that to my great-aunt…
I think I’m losing track of this conversation. You didn’t remind your great aunt to renew her sex license? :eek:
yes, you need a license for that, but you have to take a test with me first.
Drivers license. Oui, you guys…
It’s like driving. When you’re not old enough to drive, you’re all excited about it. When you have to commute to work two hours every day, it’s pretty tiresome. Unless you’re loaded enough to afford a Ferrari. Know what I mean?
So are you suggesting that sex is better with a high end prostitute? Cause this analogy could go very wrong very quickly.
And I think that even if I owned a Ferrari I would still hate my commute. DC/Baltimore traffic is not conducive to an enjoyable commute regardless of your wheels.
I can see the “safely”, but can’t grasp the “intelligently” - does that mean like being smart enough to … I won’t go into details here… well, I would, but I shouldn’t…
“smart enough to…” know who NOT to sleep with.