So, I'm here in Beaverton. I feel oh-so-out-of-place, but it's getting better. The traffic and the seemingly fast pace of everything has been a bit tough to adjust to -- I'm just a small-town boy.
I arrived on Tuesday. I made two trips from Corvallis, hauling my stuff. I didn't bring much, but just enough to warrant two trips. I had to unload and unpack everything by myself. I was so very sore the next day -- carrying my futon by myself was pretty tough. But yeah, I'm moved in. My room is furnished, but that's about it -- the rest of the house is pretty empty on account of my soon-to-be roommate Paul (same roommate from Corvallis) taking a week-long vacation to Texas. He'll be back tomorrow, thank goodness.
I've been cooped up for the majority of my time here, brushing up on my programming for my job (which is start on Tuesday). I wanted to get a little more experience with more complex Java GUIs (more complex than the trivial apps I have to develop at school) as well as doing some database work with Hibernate. I've only had minimal experience working with Java and Hibernate -- The Object-Oriented / Relational gap has always kind of confused me.
So, I thought up an application I could write to help me hone my skills as well as be kind of cool, thus HaiGen (lame name, I know) was born. It's a random Haiku poem generator. It takes a haiku as an input, parses it and inserts it into a database (only local at the time), then, using some simple random-number generation and retrieval, it was throw different lines together. Not too complicated, but definitely fun.
Night have been spent indoors and nights have been spent on the town. I've been catching up with friends I've neglected during the school year. It's been fun.
I hung out with Sledg last night. He's a mere 15 minutes away from me. We hung out at his place for awhile before going to "The Starlight" -- one of the funniest / saddest / coolest bars I've ever been to. A total middle-aged afair, we stuck out like a sore thumb, but noone seemed to care. An equal ratio of middle-aged white women and black men, there was a funk band playing and everyone was having such a good time. I couldn't help but smile while I sipped my drink. Really, you had to be there -- it was uncanny.
then, I drove home.
this summer looks to be quite the adventure. More to come as it happens. I love you all.
i thought it was called the STARthistle
sorry to confuse you.
I CAN FUNK YOU ALL NIGHT LONG!
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