Where do I want to be in six years?
In six years I will be 19 + 6 = 25.
Make me look like I am now, but a bit older. Maybe another pierce or two in the ears. It doesn't matter. The beard is probably still there and looking just as vaguely out-of-place. Dress me in jeans and a t-shirt that says "One Fish/Two Fish/Red Fish/Blue Fish" or maybe "People Suck." Sit me down. Wrap a cafe around me. Stick a hot cider in my hand, or maybe I've started drinking coffee. Graduate school can do that to a guy, ya know? But make me done with it. Give me a nice diploma and a cool hat and stuff, and fill my head up with knowledge. All sorts of computer stuff, neural networks and planners and compilers and threads and VM, but not just that. Give me books and books and books, and how to cook apple pies and macaroni and chocolate-chip cookies, and how to fix stuff, and how to find an apartment and get a job and remember to buy toilet paper *before* you run out. Give me a job that I've had for a couple months and am still settling into. Give me a place to live that I've had for rather longer, and fill that up with a computer, a bed, a window, and lots of cool little knick-knacks and trinkets and thingy-ma-jiggs. But not too full. Tie me in to a web of people -- but not too tight -- and give me a steady girlfriend who I have fun with and who has fun with me and some folks to hang out with and keep me amused.
Make me looking out the window, gazing out through the glass at the world going by. Make me thinking. Make it be raining. Make me not care.