Heels aren't the only thing she isn't wearing

To tell you the truth, Albert thought long and hard about the title for this post. Then he took a closer look at the picture of her in the previous posts

Well he's sure you can tell that some heavy thinking was going on prior to this post being written, its become sort of a trend here that sexual innuendos precede the heavy topics, but hey, before we get to that, Albert is gonna bitch about the weather.

Looks like, at the rate the North Dakota's weather is going, we aren't even going to have summer, its going to be spring, then fall and then winter. Its been one month since spring began, but we have had subzero temperatures(it maybe only in the nights and mornings but it still isn't acceptable), thanks to the unusually cold winter, which delayed spring and hence summer will be late too. But finally it actually is beginning to look like spring,


The Darling Buds of May

and not a moment too soon.

School ended today. That too not a moment too soon. Sure he'll miss the pretty faces, but the extra hours of sleep are totally worth it. Yes school's out for the year and on paper, its summer break, but its going to be at least another month before the freezing nights and mornings are really gone for good.

It seems like there is this custom where before school is out there's a field trip, this time it was to golf. Albert of course didn't expect a golf course within a hundred mile radius of this farming community, but this place just keeps throwing him curve balls. Who would've guessed that 15 minutes away was the Cando Golf course?



Albert never liked golf. Its one of the only spectator sport where players are only really competing with themselves with zero interaction between players. If they got to go at each other with their clubs or the club car it would be an entirely different story. But no. It remains as THE most boring sport out there. Albert found it especially frustrating.
Of course you have people that were good at it,


and those that don't necessarily fall into that category,


Over the course of 7 holes Albert lost 4 balls and sank 2 of them, racking up a score of 75. Not too bad. Ok, so it was pretty bad, he never liked it anyway. Nonetheless the golf course was picturesque.

but it sure as hell would've been nice if he could've rode on those little cars.

After that he went to a magic show, nothing much worth talking about, the usual sawing a person in half, escaping from apparently imminent death, a motorbike disappearing in mid air only for the guy to ride in from the side. The usual stuff. The only things he didn't expect was bumping into his prom date there. Then he wondered, how things were aligned for them to cross paths. Its strange isn't it? Under normal circumstances he should have never known her or the rest of the exchange students in the area

Spot the mystery woman

Its times like this that truly tests one's faith in utter coincidences, and makes one wonder about fate. Now believing in fate is the easy part. Its being sensible that's the hard part. Elementary reasoning will tell you that you are always directly or indirectly influencing what happens or will happen to you. Although, Albert will readily admit that sometimes it seems as though God has a twisted sense of humour. Like how Chelsea made it to the Final only after Jose leaves only for Roman to watch arch rivals Man Utd steal the trophy in his own backyard in Moscow. Where is the justice in that? But again, if Terry scored that penalty kick it would've been a fairytale ending. The influence of a single person changes EVERYTHING.

Case in point: had that idiot not shot the heir to the Austro-Hungarian throne, there might not have been WW1, and consequently WW2 would not have happened, the Atomic bomb probably would have never have been built, and a future nuclear holocaust might just have been thwarted. Just imagine if his gun had jammed on him that day.

Albert isn't saying what he does or does not do might influence the outcome of the human race, because he personally isn't interested in the human race unless it affects him. The question is, what will he do next that will completely and utterly change the course of his life? The prospect of having every power of deciding one's own fate is both a comforting yet terrifying thought.

Its like going back in time from a position where you are everything you wanted to be, and having to retrace your steps back to that ideal you know you will achieve. But the only thing is that one cannot deviate in any way from that predetermined path, to do so might result in a Butterfly effect, throwing you completely off that path and ending up being another pencil pusher in a cubicle. Or set off WW3.

The problem wouldn't be half as bad if Albert knew what the predetermined path was to his future ideal. Hell he doesn't even know what his future ideal is. Which decisions to make, which will come back to screw him from behind, which will end his life prematurely, which will get him married, which will see him covering major sporting events or end up with covering the obituaries, damn it would be convenient if someone had the answers to everything. All except for what she isn't wearing, no prizes for that answer.