I'm not sure how long I'll have an Internet connection, or when I'll be able to get it back should I lose it. It should be on until Saturday, at least. I can't be too upset about losing it since I haven't given my mom any money for it in awhile. I haven't really had it, but she hasn't asked for it, either (and she's not afraid to ask for it). I am a bit miffed at the lack of notice, though. The cable TV is danger, as well, and if it goes, there will be no TV watching here until it's back on. We don't have any converter boxes. Should that happen, I'll run out of stuff to do in a few days. I have some movies I haven't watched yet, and a few things on my computer I've been meaning to get to, but without the Internet or TV, I'm down to very, very few options. It would probably mean lots of Minesweeper and Sudoku for me. Hopefully we can figure something out. It would be awesome if I could get enough ad revenue from this blog to pay for my Internet service. I'm not sure how reasonable that is, and it's not at all feasible for my current situation, but it would be nice.
Since this post was light on details and a bit boring, I figured I'd add a poem I wrote to help even it out. Some of you have seen it (it's in a Facebook note), but I like it and hope you do, too. It's not about anyone in particular, and I wrote it my 4th or 5th year at ND, so around 2001. I was inspired a bit looking across the mall food court in South Bend and seeing a pretty girl, knowing how I was too shy to approach her (or any girl in a similar situation).
Shy
by: Brent Lee Smith
by: Brent Lee Smith
There she is, sitting over there
Perfect body, lovely smile, long brown hair
Man, would I like to get with her
Just think of all the good times that could occur
I need to go talk to her, I really should
I'd really like to, but I don't think I could
You see, I'm the kind of guy
Who'll love you all my life
But I probably won't approach you
I'm just too shy
Why can't she come over here?
I just want to have her near
I'd give her all of me if I had the chance
Our love could be such a beautiful dance
Baby, I see my kids with you as their mother
I could never ever love any another
Can't you see me looking at you
Wondering what you'd like to do
I want to come over, tell you I need you
Provide it all for you, clothe you and feed you
Oh my God, you're getting up
And you're gonna pass me by
I should say something to you
But I'm just too shy
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