thesis

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yeh, so it's been a long time, to say the least. my life doesn't tend to be super interesting, but i've gotten a few requests to update, so i figured "why not...whatever, right?" it's 12:30am and i'm a little shot (ie. drunk tired), so bear with me...

since the last update, i've managed to take on five particularly erratic design professors (two very chill, two overly schitzophrenic, and one kinda bouncing between the two), one emotionally exhilerating, yet simultaneously exhausting relationship, and a newly rediscovered social life and love for art. so, from the top:

the lewis section. upheld as the most exciting semester one experiences in the school of architecture, this four-month-long game of mental hopscotch proved to be all that and more. i feel more enlightened and more fascinated by architecture than i probably ever have before. i only which i'd have had a tape recorder so i could've soak it all up again, all except for the mind-numbing complaint spasms that lewis goes through, because the world can truly live a much healthier life without that (the deans can vouch for that). mersiha veledar...god bless that woman. so involved and concerned about the class, she's the only professor i've known who actually composed book lists for the entire class relevant to each individual project. though as amazing as she is, when she's under pressure she reminds us she's still human. those times, she can be a little bi--...well, you know. windeck is just as strange and intensely german as we all remember him to be in first year, though this time we got to see his scary side! when his awkward, somewhat dorky (but amusing) laugh falls away to an almost lifelessly serious glare, it's a force to be reckoned with. nightmare material...seriously. dan sherer was refreshing - a bit cocky and overtly flamboyant, but  moreover cool. i'll have his myspace story forever engrained in my memory. you can't buy that kind of entertainment. then there's schubert. quiet, a bit outspoken, but fun to talk to. he always had interesting things to say, despite how peculiar he was. though i won't be able to push past the rumor that he and lewis had a ..um...."past" (:::shudder:::). five scholarly individuals. five great resources. five crazy mofos i'll never have to deal with again...

now the girl...
the one who reminded me exactly WHY girls suck on multiple levels. she (those who know me know) is an artist, in every sense of the word. she's great at creating experiences and evoking emotion. she's a filmographer with passion and drive. she's an explosion cooped up inside a little bombshell. it was through her that i found a new love in photography, her being a willing subject. two months of beating around the bush led to twenty-one days of significant joy. on the twenty-second day, we beat around the bush again. now, all there is left are text messages. random "hey, how are you"s with conscious ignorance to everything that was.

maybe luke is right. maybe we should talk...
about why she asked me out only to break up later. about what i couldn't do that he does so well. about why she can never look me in the face and tell me something...and maybe a handful of other "late ass questions" that didn't really bother me so much until now.

a whole semester of, dare i say, love, that kind of ended along with the semester. i wish there could have been more...

i'm tryin to wrap all that up into a little 'yesterday' package and put it on the shelf. i've returned to the suburban lifestyle of abundant cars, sky, and cable television. the only real agenda i have for tomorrow is church, dinner, and x-men 3. maybe i'll return this library book if i'm lucky enough for the library to be open on sundays. until then, i think i'll sleep. there are no more on-demand movies i really wanna watch right now and no more sweet and sour chicken leftover in the fridge.