A Smorgasbord. (spelled right on the first try too!)
Posted at 03:24 PM

Spring break was fantastic. I spent waaaay too much money in Miami, but I still had fun (despite the awful sunburn I received). I bought the hottest pair of ridiculously impractical shoes ever, and now I have no money to spend on food from now till the end of the month.

I feel like I've changed a little. I re-evaluated while I was away from Georgia. I re-connected with my friend from high school. It's funny that we're very close friends now, but we never really hung out with one another back in high school. I think the difference between then and now, is that I used to be more judgmental back then. (more on that in some later post)

I also recently got in touch with my very first best friend ever Sunday night, when she flew in to Atlanta for a job interview. We were BFF from pre-school to the 3rd grade. Then her family moved to Tampa, and my family moved away to San Diego. We promised to keep in touch with one another, and talk on the phone long distance, and write each other every day, but of course when you're still children, you never mean to make unkempt promises.

When I was about to see her again for the first time in about 14 years, excitement and happiness traded off with nervousness and anxiety. What if she was one of those conservative, republican type girls? What if she became one of those sorority chicks? What if she became one of those prissy prim-and-proper type girls? But after talking to her for about five minutes, all my doubts were dispelled. Though we had been apart for all those years, we had remained fundamentally, the same. Deep down, we were still fun-loving, rambunctious, tom-boys with a slight morbid sense of humor, marching to our own tunes.

I listened to her stories and all her life experiences. She had accomplished a lot. And here she was, on her way out of college to join the corporate world. I couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of sorrow that I would be here at tech for another year.

On an unrelated note, I noticed that K, my roommate from last year whom I was never super good friends with, is now listed as 'no longer single' on facebook. When I clicked on her profile, she had deleted the relationship field off the front page entirely. Closing out of Firefox, I smiled to myself as my own facebook page had its relationship field deleted the day before, making me 'no longer single'.

Who's the Man!
Posted at 01:44 PM

In architecture studio, we have these 3'x4' drafting desks. Each student gets one for the whole year, and that's where all of our drawings and crap pile up throughout the year. This year, a guy named Mark had the misfortune of being my desk neighbor. What Mark doesn't know is, my stuff tends to conquer other people's desks. What I didn't know about Mark at the beginning of the year, was that he is extremely anal about his personal desk space. Can you see where this is going?

We have never had a direct confrontation about desk boundaries, but at the beginning of every class period, Mark would shove my stuff over back onto my desk, and by the end of every studio, my stuff would somehow find a corner of his desk to snuggle on.

Yesterday, Mark comes in with the official published Georgia Tech Student Directory aka, the Stalk Book. They were handing them out in the lobby and the stairwells so he took one. It was about an inch and a half thick, printed in a glossy paper cover, with newsprint pages.

After much flipping through the book, and much gossip around the classroom.  Mark decides that this stalk book is much too powerful and needs to be destroyed.  Gripping the spine of the book horizontally, he tries to rip the phone book in half.  He was giving it all he's got, veins bulging, muscles straining, beads of sweat were starting to form on his forehead.  He manages to put a crease in the middle of the spine.  Chase, the guy sitting behind Mark asks for the phone book.  He manages to put the smallest of tears in the spine where Mark had made a crease.  But he was worn out.

I saw the tear and seized my opportunity.

"Chase, why don't you let me have a go at it?"  I looked at him innocently.

Mark scoffed in my direction.  The rest of my class looked on with amusement.

Getting a firm grip on the phone book, I pulled, and pulled, and pulled.  I pulled at that thing like my life depended on it.  I felt the individual pages give a little.

"Oh my god, she's actually doing it..." I heard someone say.

With a final yank, the phone book gave way with a satisfying RIIIIIIIIIIIIP, and was reduced to two parts.  My classmates stood in shock.  And then one girl started to clap for me.  The rest of the class followed suit.  It was like something out of a movie.

The realization that I had just ripped this text-book-thick phone book finally hit me.  I was amazed with myself.

"Who's the man now? Huh? Who's the man!" I taunted Mark, as I threw the two parts of the phone book at his feet. 

Mark didn't answer, but Chase spoke up.  "Well, we loosened it up for you and what not..."

"Yeah, yeah" I replied.

Since then, Mark hasn't dared shove my stuff back onto my desk.  I think he knows that if he did, I would shake my fist at him and tell him,

"Who's the man!"

Still Alive!!
Posted at 05:18 PM

I finally got done with my final review for the semester in Studio.  And then promptly proceeded to sleep for the next 20 hours.