Joseph Update

Well, I finally got to talk to Joseph. He's not been himself ever since finding out about the afore-mentioned mess. At work, he even asked what he should do with "these hard drives." He was holding a stack of keyboards. This is highly unusual for him, obviously. So his lack of contact was mostly due to that. Interestingly enough, after I vented and explained my hurt, and he apologized, we enjoyed one of the best hour of conversation that we had in awhile. I must get back to this conversation now. :)

Three down, Two to go

Cell biology exam is done... it could have gone better, but I think it did go really well. I hope. I'll get at least partial marks on everything. I didn't leave anything blank... I could at least half answer every question. Most of them I knew... *sighs* I guess I won't know until the marks come in.

*leaves to go check mail* *gets all sorts of cool stuff* I meant to get it just after my exam, but I forgot. Oh well. Yay for pro-life newsletters! ^^ I hope my Lunapads come next week... I'm going to check again on Monday.

Joseph and I finally were able to enjoy some time together last night. He showed me some funny pictures, I studied. He's in a job interview right now, or it may have ended by now, I don't know. He really wants this job, and I hope he gets it. He'd have so much fun at it! And he's extremely qualified. He's done sale service before with his dad, and is an absolute wizard with computers. unless they've got someone who's a second Einstein, they'd be fools not to hire him. But I might be biased...

I've been thinking about the development of logic and communication through childhood into teenage years and then adulthood. Honestly, when you're a kid, logic just doesn't work for most people (Joseph, you're an exception ^^). You cannot logically explain things to a child. They won't get it 95% of the time, especially if they're in a bad mood. Granted, there are somethings that a kid will understand more clearly than adults, but by that same grace, somethings they won't. I recently read a story from a mother who was getting a cookie for her young child. While she was doing this, the child was crawling under her highchair to get a dry crust of bread that had dropped down there a few days ago. The mother went to take it away from her, and she started screaming and crying! Explaining that mommy was going to give her a cookie made no difference. The mother finally had to pop the cookie into the child's mouth before she understood, and let go of the bread. I think this story shows two lessons: one, you can't use logic 9 times out of 10 with a kid, and second, it's rather like what God is like with us. We clutch onto our dry crusts of bread as if they're the most precious things in the world, while God is trying to tug them away from us to shower us with cookies. Beautiful analogy. But back to kids and logic: it seems the second stage after refusing all logic is when you start to be able to piece together some of your own, and want to know "but why???" However, you still lack the life experience and knowledge needed for parents to be able to explain logically everything to you. And then you start delighting in being able to say what parents say delicately completely bluntly. A few years later, and you pick up on why your parents were saying things delicately in the first place.

I also finally deciphered a story I heard my mom tell someone else about my dad's experience visiting a friend's house, who happened to be from India. Now, my dad loves spicy food; Indian curries, wasabi, you name it. He went to visit this pal of his (I think he was in high school, or university, I'm not sure). He stayed for supper, and his friend's parents assured him that they had toned down the spiciness of the food considerably for him. Apparently, my dad cried. Now, my 9-year-old self took that as tears of disappointment. It took me a couple years to figure out that a) my dad would never cry from disappointment, let alone tell anyone if he did and b) he cried because the food was so hot. Actually, I was so touched when I was 9, I almost cried myself out of sympathy for my dad, knowing that he loved spicy foods. ^^;;

I just noticed in the past day or two that Joseph's face has changed a bit over the past year. Now, when I first met him, he had a very boyish, round, cute face. I'll be honest, I was slightly turned off by it, but no where near enough to affect our relationship, he was too amazing and wonderful. ^^ I told myself that he entire body, including his face, would probably mature during university, as it takes quite awhile for a guy's body to fully mature into manhood. Low and behold, it has. ^^ I thought he was pretty cute when I first met him, now he's really cute. ;) I'll have to start fighting the other women off soon. Good looks + engineering + gentleman + devout Catholic? Killer combo! Thank you, God, for putting us together when You did. Sorry ladies, but I have dibs, in the form of nearly 2 years of love, on this incredible young man. ^^ Mine! *growls* It makes me think of what my dad probably looked like when he was young. He must have been adorable when he was a little boy, and now he's really handsome. There must have been an awkward transition phase for him when he was still too boyish looking for his age, but he's really grown into it now, and from the pictures he had when we was 20-something, whenever him and Mom married. I've heard that people tend to pick others that are similar to their parents... hmm... ^^

I'm off to embroider for a bit, then eat lunch, then hit the books for a calculus party. Wh00t-eh! ^^