Building Credit

When I turned 18, although I was a little frightened to do it, I applied for and recieved my first credit card. Somehow, for reasons unknown to me now, I decided that I wanted to build superb credit. I try to use my credit cards semi regularly and I try to occasionally leave a balance on it so they can make some money off of me. I think it's working.

That first credit card was a Clout Visa, which I guess is designed specifically for students. It came with a 500 dollar credit limit and no benefits. When its time ran out I decided to apply for a Discover card so that I could get a Koala on it. Yay! This once has rewards, and I'm just now starting to use it regularly enough to reap the benefits. A couple weeks ago I decided I want to see what my credit is like, and so I applied for an American Express card. I got it monday and it comes with a whoppin' 3000 dollar limit. I'm getting up there, but I've still got a ways to go.

A Grand Coincidence

We begin with Social Dance 1, last quarter. I have to say, it was a really fun class and it turns out that I really like dancing. Anyways, my point of being there wasn’t, in fact, to meet ladies but rather to learn to dance. It was fun, though, meeting ladies, and on the last day I got to dance with a particularly exuberant young lady. It was pretty exciting. I got her first name, but that was it. Before I could talk to her any longer she was gone and I figured since it was the last class, chances were I’d never see her again.

So come the third day of classes this quarter and I’m on my way to Japanese class. Now this course alternates between the second floor of one building and the third floor of another. I went to the right building, but started looking for the classroom on the second floor (even though it was on the third). Finally, I check and find that it is indeed on the third floor, so start heading to the stairs.

My path is obstructed, however, by a class that’s just getting out. And who else appears but this person I had given up all hopes of ever finding again. Not willing to squander this miraculous coincidence, I grab her attention and find out that she’s going to a salsa dancing thing Saturday. I will attend, and hopefully see her there.

Prompt #1

"I'll meet you in Hell," Rob said to his younger brother Todd.

"All right, don't be late," said Todd and the two young adults headed off. Rob would be heading straight to Hell, but Todd had some errands to take care of.

Our adventure begins as Todd goes to the supermarket to buy eggs.

Tyairo, Gurei

I'm learning Japanese, and I've finally written my first Japanese song. I'm pretty sure the lyricism and melody would make even the greatest Japanese poets cry. Here is Tyairo, Gurei.

Tyairo, Tyairo,
Tyairo, Gurei.

Tyairo, Tyairo,
Tyairo, Gurei.

Tyairo ga iti-ban suki desu yo.
Gurei ga ni-ban suki desu yo.

Tyairo, Tyairo,
Tyairo, Gurei.

Luck is not Conserved

So I came up with an idea to manufacture luck and accomplish my good deed everyday. I can just take a penny and place it heads-up in a public place where someone can find it. When a person finds it, they will have a lucky penny. I can do this with all of my pennies.

Thoreau

"You can't cheat the cheatster, and you can only breath under water until your mana runs out."

Emily

Emily I had known in high school. Her attractiveness, at the time, was her pure innocence. Her playfulness, moderate shyness, and striking appearance made her appealing. I chased her briefly, and eventually got shut down. She was a year ahead of me, and after she graduated we fell out of contact.

Fast forward 4 years to now, where she has reinitiated contact. Admittedly I was somewhat excited at first. I was somehow saddened when I found out she had created a myspace website.

I have nothing against myspace, although after a brief stint on OKCupid have decided to avoid that route. I don’t need it. What makes me sad, now, is that I feel like I can clearly see what’s going on. Her childishness and innocence that serve her so well also happens to be her greatest enemy. After imagining a relationship with her I came to the conclusion that I would not be able to fill the emotional, perhaps parental hole that she has, and I doubt there are many who can.

She needs someone, but myspace just doesn’t seem… her. Having the site itself almost seems to put a kink in her armor of purity, but without the site her chances of meeting someone may not be too great. I’d really like to give her some advice, but I really have none to give. I have no solution for her situation.