Georgia on my Mind
Posted at 07:56 PM

I've been pondering this a lot lately, ever since I got back from Barcelona. My arch professor once said,

"Travel is to refresh our eyes. We go away, and we come back to see the place we left with fresh eyes."

And here I was, back in Georgia, but did I see anything different? People always ask me of all the states I've lived in, which was my favorite. And I would always tell them either California or Florida. Florida I've lived in for six years, and California I've lived in for two. I always felt I spent too little time in California to properly enjoy it, and have missed it ever since. Georgia on the other hand, I've lived too long in. We were the nomadic sort of family when I was growing up, going to three different elementary schools and three different middle schools, always changing and switching and moving around. I hated it. When we moved to Georgia, I wanted to be rooted somewhere, anywhere, permanently - or so I thought. I wanted to go to one high school, just once, to see what it was like. And what a mistake that was! You see, by then, I had been used to the constant change of place, and a sense of wanderlust had been instilled in me. I couldn't stand being in Georgia, and I absolutely detested it! I had lived here for much too long, know too much about people, seen too much change, I grew frustrated and sick of Georgia. The only thing about Georgia that I liked was the font. While I never directly missed Georgia on my trip in Europe, I kept having these images in my dreams that were of Georgia. The most familiar sights, like the red horse ranch in a big field across the street from my neighborhood. So do I really hate Georgia as much as I say I do? Driving back home to Alpharetta/Duluth (yes we live right on the border of the two) I listened to Nickleback's new song called Photograph and thought of Ariel and Elise and Ingrid from Webb Bridge, Kayoko who went back to Japan, Hee-Sun who went to Centennial, Sarah Chen, Hammad, Veronica, Victoria, Virginia, Ann Kim, Mrs. Scher's class, Mrs. Cavin, speech tournaments, the orchestra teacher whose name I forgot because I was never in orchestra (Dr. Holbrook was his name as I was just informed), Michael D'orazio, John Compton, Josh Foster, Mr. Gray, Edmund the pocket encyclopedia (who is a 60 horde priest I hear), Adam Abelkop, that midget debate partner I had my first year who carried 6 cell phones with him, the high times I've had and the low ones, the horror stories of Mrs. Carpenter and Mrs. Koenig... so many memories of the years gone by unappreciated! (and I apologize for not being able to write everyone's name here, you high school buddies who go to gatech know who you are so I wont bother to include you) In conclusion, I guess I do like more than just the font Georgia. It's where I spent my teenage drama/angsty years, and I guess I like it. (but just a little bit)

 

A Stunning Revelation
Posted at 09:32 PM

When I was a sophomore back in high school, I had a LOT of free time on my hands.  My favorite hobby was to find random people on AIM's random buddy find (when they had that feature back in the day) or ICQ's random buddy find (back when i had ICQ and it didn't suck!

My second hobby was to read people's blogs. I had this almost unhealthy obsession with the blogs of gay men! They were smart and witty and funny! Why can't I have more gay guy friends? They're such awesome people :D I also read blogs of 30-40ish women, the more dramatic their life was, the more often I checked back.  I would frequently be disappointed if they weren't blogging at least twice a day!  Why can't they post more often? Was my only complaint.

And now, at the wise old age of 20, I realized why:

Old people have developed busy lives, thus making fun and dramatic reads!

Happiness
Posted at 10:39 AM

Is running into you by chance, on my way to a boring class :)

Abstractions
Posted at 12:51 PM

I keep forgetting to bring a small notebook to studio reviews.  The reviewers use such wonderful terms and phrases to describe art and I would totally put it up here for you regular readers to read (oh wait, I dont have anyone like that! haha) but I forget to write them down so... poo.   It reminds me of a few of the lectures of Sabir's that I actually stayed awake for in Barcelona... he would always use the most unlikely terms to describe things and yet end up describing them in an effective and accurate manner, it always amazed me.  If only his voice wasn't so monotonous and he were a better speaker.

My wow subscription runs out sept 28th at 3 pm.  I only have 770 gold, and not even revered with Ironforge to get an epic ram for my human shadow priest.  Matt said he'd play world of warcraft if I got a nintendo ds.  Guess I have shopping to do this weekend.

I was asked the question what did I like to do on my free time, when I wasn't in architorture or playing WoW.  The saddest part was, I had to THINK about this question long and hard before I responded with an answer.

I wonder what I am doing with my life.  Something's amiss, and I'm not quite sure what it is.  There's just not enough hours in the day to slow down and give full and proper thought to puzzle it out.  I feel as if I'm drifting through the days in a half-awake, half-alseep mode, each one as similar as the rest, never a change, the routine is stifling.  And all the while, fragments of questions like:

-Where do escaped balloons go when they lose their hydrogen?

-When teachers ask 'Does anyone have any questions?' should I ask them a question to show that I've been thinking about what they just said, but if I did ask a question, it might seem like I was retarded and missed something they had previously stated?

-What would I do if I couldn't design anymore?

-Why does my back hurt?

-What would it have been like had me and my mother had a normal mother-daughter relationship?

keep me up at night, right before I fall asleep.

The End.
Posted at 11:10 AM

My World of Warcraft subscription ended yesterday, at 3 pm.

CRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Me & My Sister
Posted at 06:54 PM

Mute Siren: so
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sTrAwBrRrYsWrLz: <3