Today is my last day of writing seminar 1 and my last entry to write and... My last paper to turn in, I hope it gets a good grade I worked really hard on it and made many revisions. But it was a good class I will miss it, it taught me a lot. The professor was nice and smart; the people in the class were fun and good to make discussions with. Because the vast differences and beliefs everyone has it made conversation days intense. Personal attacks and taunts to other people and their beliefs were bold. I enjoyed taking part in them and many times I ended up laughing in disbelief of what some people would say. I just hope that my classes next semester are as good as this one was. I also hope to see professor Zolkover around campus to talk to him if I need any help for thesis statements. Professor Zolkover good luck with your classes next semester and have a nice Christmas.
One day coming home from a nice time out with my friends at diner, I am tired and I want to go to sleep. But I have to check my email first. My room mate is out in the design center. I turn some music on and se that there is nothing of importance to me. I turn off my music and look over at the window and a movement in the room struck my attention. Its little mouse chewing on a piece of cardboard under my roommate’s bed. Naturally I thought nothing of it since I like animals and it’s not doing me any harm so I go to sleep. Next morning after coming back from class I see Mike my room mate. I tell him about what I saw and he freaks out he goes to the room and rips everything from under his bed out. After 30 minutes oh hearing him ranting and ripping things apart we find nothing so everything has to go back in place. Next few days there is no activity of it or we have not seen any. Mike starts calling me lire until he hears something he freaks out and I find it, its hiding under our air conditioner. We tried getting it our own but it just wasn’t working we put in a request for someone to do something about it. Later in the night a guy comes in and puts sticky traps down. When we realize the mouse is stuck in the glue we feel bad and don’t want it to die so we take it up near the woods and try to get it out. The more it squirmed the more it got stuck so we had to pull it real fast. It came off but when he ran away we realized that its tail was stuck to its back foot.
The dreaded design 1 class. All the upperclassmen talk about how difficult it was when they were in it, the long hours, tedious work, and all the money spent on models. I made it this far, but it wasn’t easy. I hit many bumps along the road. The shoe tested my time management and patients; it completely stressed me out to the point where I was a zombie with no emotions. After the models of the shoe were don I was relieved I thought the project was over but drawling was needed too, it just never ended. The next project was the Mondrian painting. We had to take Mondrian’s paintings and turn it into a 3 dimensional model. This project was fun we used wood instead of cardboard which was a good change. This project I thought was fun because we had complete freedom of what it would look like in the end it was a good learning experience. I went threw many study models until I thought it looked just right. I painted it and assembled it then did all the drawling of it and I was excited for my crit. Crits is the worst part of design, I have never got a positive remark. My shoe project was really good, the drawling was good but the layout of the drawling sucked. Because of that they only said how dumb I was for doing that. What can you do? The Mondrian crit went well until I stopped speaking. I was so proud but then after the crit I walked away with my tail between my legs. They did not like my color options or how I cut my pieces to make your eyes go a certain way. I think that design really toughens your nerves, and gets you ready for rejection in the real world. At this point in time we3 are working on out final project. Now that I think about it I feel that it was not that difficult. Now my project is our whole class working together to make a room instillation made completely out of plastic cups. We already have the plan lay out and the design and now there is to do it glue and hang but we have about a million cups to glue so I have to go.
Three weeks ago I went home for the weekend to spend time with my friends. I took the septa along with my bike so I can pretty much get wherever I like with out a car. When I got to my house I took out all of my books and just kept what I needed to go over my friend Dave’s house. I left after I said hello to everybody and rode to Dave’s house the road I take to his house is a small back road, it is very tranquil. The road is sloped a little bit in my favor so I didn’t pedal to go faster I just coasted at a slow pace. I admired how there were thick woods on both sides of the road and a nice little bridge over a creek; the air was brisk but very refreshing. But I wondered about the design of the road, why would there be such a nice bridge on a small back road. It is just odd to put that work into something that isn’t a high traffic area for my town ship. I respect the thought of it because it is a beautiful road. It makes me happy that I am in landscape architecture. I got to the point where you could start seeing houses again and then turned into the cemetery I cut threw. This cemetery was a pathetic excuse for a burial ground the fences were as basic as you could get and the plot of land was a large rectangle, there was nothing there that would want me to be laid to rest here when I pass, I could make it look much better. I get into Dave’s neighborhood and get to his house, we eat some food and watch some videos on the internet, his parents have so many intricate decoration pieces that look like the things that people make in Industrial Design me and Dave go out and ride around in his car. Wow his car is ridiculous, I have never been in a faster car, after the ride he was showing what was done to the car and I didn’t understand anything. I made him explain everything he talked about and I learned a lot that day. When I left Dave's and got home I was still thinking about everything in design terms, I just couldn’t get school out of my head, it sucked. On the way home I took the train again I kept thinking about my major and if I should stay in landscape or should I switch to ID, still to this day I question it every day.
I was walking threw this morning on a brisk peaceful journey to nowhere when I noticed the most beautiful tree I have ever set eyes on, from that moment I was in love. I felt like Michael Jackson on his never land ranch. I wanted to climb this tree but I was restricted by reach. I looked around for a while for a large log or rock or something to step on to boost me to the bottom branch. I rustled the leaves around a bit and searched behind trees and in creeks. There it was a log about a foot and a half wide and 4 ft long, it would be perfect to lean against the tree and climb it. I attempted to lift the log but it was very slippery, it reminded me of ice fishing in Greenland with my pops. The fish we caught were so big and slippery it was hard to get them into the bucket, but that was seven years ago. The log needed some way to be pried out of the ground. I ran into Dr. House in the woods, apparently he lives in the area. House told me that these were his favorite woods to come and meditate and he told me a story of a patient he once had that also lived in the area, this patient spoke of a large Diamond that was stolen from a jewel heist that took place in the 1800s. He said the robber hid his bounty to lighten his load so he could flea from the cops, the robber was eventually gunned down and the diamond was left here somewhere. I asked House,” Was the patient of yours sane?" he laughed and told me "boy he was on so many pain killers at the moment" I asked him why and he told me that he was going threw neurological complications. I soon got tired of the topic and our conversation went dead. I asked him if I could use his cane to pry my log out of the cold ground and he accepted my request. After struggling for a few minuets it was free. I returned the cane and let Dr. House be on his way. I rolled the log up to the tree and it was just tall enough. I pulled my self up and climbed as high as I could. The view was astonishing, it took my breath away. I looked down and saw a large swamp below me, and I looked ahead and saw only a canopy of trees. A squeaky noise took my attention; it was coming from the left. I approached the hole it was coming from and peered into it. A large raccoon popped out and frightened me, I lost my balance and started to fall, I thought of all the horrible things that could result from this. Luckily I hit no branches on the way down and plopped into a pool of smelly mud. I was not hurt just scared of what could be living in this swamp; I frantically squirmed to get out. I swung my hands and kicked my feet all as I was yelling. I felt a sharp object scratch my leg and I stuck my hand into the mud and pulled out a large pointy rock. This rock was abnormally smooth so I polished it off with my shirt and what do you know, $10,000 sitting my hand in form of a diamond....
Today I learned about a giant squid that lived in the deep depths of the ocean that detached its penis after mating, the squid is called the Argonaught.http://images.google.com/imgr
This is one odd creature. God was quite mean when creating this creature. Why would it ever do such a thing? This brings me into a controversy between God and evolution. Would God be so cruel to make an animal that only lives in the depths of the sea never to see the sun, could it be an evil creature from the depths of hell that god has exiled so that it can only exist where it can do no harm to anything else. Could this be one of Dante's circles of hell where the suffering of ones sins are being exiled into a life of this squid? It just seams ere to think about existing in those conditions. Could that have been one of the ways that God enforces the rule of sex being a sin unless it is a purpose to produce offspring? I cannot answer these questions, only ponder. On the other side could evolution be at its very early stage where it was only at the point of creating simple creatures. This creature could have been created to only serve a purpose, fornication, and only once at that. And after that task is completed discard the un-needed part. I love learning un-useful information that will never help me later in life. The only possible time this could come up is in a "Did you know." instance, or just to baffle people with your knowledge of such an odd creature.
Since January of this year I have been filming with all my friends riding bikes. It seams like it has been forever, all the injuries, people, new tricks, and places it has taken me has been a dream come true. Riding with really skilled people has done nothing but inspired me. Once I got to college things slowed down, filming every other weekend and only for limited time. The kid Brian editing the video called and told everyone that the deadline for footage was thanksgiving, once we heard this news it was a mad dash to get clips. Every weekend for a month and even during the week I have been going out with my friends filming tricks. Time restrictions really pushed me toward learning new things; it took away my fears to try things that were out of my range. Last weekend Brian called me he told me to look on the Internet on this popular BMX site, I checked it out and I was amazed. Brian had made a promotion video advertising out video. That promo made it on the site, the editor of that website and a popular bmx magazine RIDEbmx, posted a comment under the video " Brian when the video is finished send us a copy to review for the magazine." we were all excited, Brian got all of our final clips and got to work on editing. Brian is still in the process of editing but is nearly done. This Friday is the premiere. It is taking place at a bar in my friend’s college. Everyone is anticipating a large turnout; some local pros are coming to watch and party afterwards. This is one of my greater achievements I can remember completing. I am counting down the days until Friday, I am bringing a couple of my friends from here to come and watch. I am curious to see what is to come from the magazine review.
I got to Hayward hall today early in hopes of seeing my love, but alas she never showed I did see my teacher walk into the building. After the disappointment I decided to go inside to use the facilities I believe I saw my teacher out of my peripherals but I wasn’t sure so I washed my hands and left. I checked my phone and realized I didn’t feel like waiting in an empty classroom for 15 min alone so I went outside and walked around then sat on the steps again. I went inside unpacked. I had known that the final draft was due Thursday but then he dropped a bomb on me, 14 live journals due by Thursday too, wow. I knew after class that I should get started but I still needed to get a tutor for my paper. I went to get lunch first; the line was long and the food smelled pretty bad. I ordered a BLT and went to the townhouses to eat. After food and a little James bond 007 I left to go hire a tutor. I ride over throw my bike in a bush because I didn’t feel like getting the lock out; I walk in and talk to the girl about appointments... BOOKED! What this is not my day. I made her double check and what do you know she found an opening....Thursday morning during my drawing class, I need this grade in English more so I can afford to miss drawling. I came back to my dorm to get started on this task and when I get back my room mate is inside with is lover doing things that shouldn’t be done until after marriage and even in some states its illegal... I went to the library to get started and started writing this piece here. I have a design project I need to work on with my group in 20 min its a big structure of cups its just absurd in my opinion, but I am not the teacher, so I leave you with this last closing sentence.... Never leave pickles opened in the refrigerator.
Bogging is a new concept for me, i'm not sure what to write sometimes am I to talk about me, my life, or what. It feels as if i am supposed to be at a shrink pouring my guts out for her to hear. I am not there I am posting my stories on line for the world to see, that might be the trade off spending tons of money on a shrink or posting up here for free but having everyone to look at it. At a shrinks office you can talk about what you want when you want, but here im just required forced to write once a week and some people like just to keep to their selves. but this is my assignment so i will write no i will type. so last weekend i got out of class early and had no homework to really get done because my design class was canceled for a week. I decided to take a bike ride explore my surroundings, because i am to live here for five years, and listen to some music. I ride down school house down hill into Ridge I turned right into manyunk and rode threw main street. I saw so many interesting places i would like to go to some time later in the year and other places after i turn 21. I reached the end of the shops and started getting to the residential part so i turned around, on my way back i found this old abandoned bridge back behind some trees and fences. It was old rusty and ricked and it crossed over the wissahicken river, it led to this old mysterious brick building, naturally i crossed it i wanted to see what was on the other side. since there are realy no close ways over the river this is the only one. on the other side the brick building was closed down i think i couldnt tell exactly. then there was a big gym next to it, it just seamed misplaced. I rode up this hill and got to some office buildings kept on going and realized that every car that passed was starting to get more and more expensive. as i get to the next big road i realize that it is city ave. with news stations everywhere expensive cars huge buildings i knew a kid on a bike didnt fit in. I rode around the area a bit to look at the architecture of the buildings they were great i found this one hotel that looked like a Chinese pagoda i was amazed by it. then i rode home and got diner.
My first week at college has been great so far. I had no idea what to expect of this and it tourned out to be better then my expectations. moving in was really hectic, getting all the stuff into the room , purchasing books, and meeting the roommate for the first time. moving in was hard because of the parents, they fought and yelled at each other all day. when we opened the room there were peices of furniture everywhere, it was overwhelming, I did not know what to do with it all. it seamed like it was too much, it reminded me of that game where you have to get the car out of the parking lot, i could hardly move with all of it and all my stuff too. After what seamed like forever we got a formation down and all my stuff put away, then it was on to the book store. We spent more than an hour in the store searching for supplies for design, it was a big game of hide and seek for the little stuff. we asked this one guy for help so many times he started to get annoyed but you gotta do what you gotta do. thirty pounds of supplies later and $800 + out of the wallet the shopping was done. We went back to the room to put the supplies away and we oppened the door and there was my room mate and his family. Greeting him was not as bad as I thought it would be, it went well, we had more in common then i thought we would have. we put my stuff down and we decided the formation we had could be better, so Mike and I went to other rooms scoping out other dorms and we found one that was a winner. after changing our room around and playing another game of Parking lot it was done and we both were happy on it. We left to let Mike put away his stuff and my parents and I went to Manyunk for lunch it was great, but slow. After-wards my dad and I went to the cigar shop it was a nice place i bought my dad a nice expensive one for a present for paying for this whole five years. We headed back to the dorm just in time for the picnic, after that we went back to the room and my parents bid their farewells.
