You've been good to me, Blogger, but now it's time to move on. Tumblr is just so much better than you. I'm sorry.
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Friday, October 03, 2008
Thursday, July 31, 2008
One Month Later
A month has passed since my last entry--since then the con has come and gone, and I have unsuccessfully written more about my Wisconsin trip. Before I get started on some of the con stuff, I'll try to more or less summarize by day some of the events of Wisconsin. I would like to revisit this list at some point to add more detail, but for now, you'll have to deal with this.
Tuesday (June 10th) - arrival, ate food (JDs) with casey and tara, picked up movie (the notebook), didn't watch anything (mal was overwhelmed and sick)
Wednesday - made pancakes, went to nature reserve (1000 islands), hiking, disc golf, pizza for lunch, went to visit steph and play games, jimmy johns, watched everything is illuminated followed by drop dead gorgeous
Thursday - mal had to work, hung out with casey from 10 am to 3 pm, tried to go go-karting but it rained, went bowling (filmed it), ate burger king, went to a few gamestores, watched the notebook (tried)
Friday - Radio / LanC 1, Swingset, Tetherball (ouch), Culver's for lunch, Ben called during swing fun time, Applebee's with Mom and Rob, go packers, cheese factory, went to the mall
Saturday - got up at and left at 9 am with mal's dad for the 1 hour trip (stopped to get brats), played disc golf in the mucky dirt, went to eat at chili's, then to the lake and walked along the beach with mal's dad, to the house then the recital, went to eat at ____, drove back (stephen drifts off a bit)
Sunday - buffalo wild wings with steph, bought candy at walmart, movie
Monday - morning, sushi, photo taking, talking to parents, Mallory got sick again, leaving
We actually watched a movie every night (except the first night). Like I said, I'd like to go back and fill in more info about all of this, but I'm not sure when or if that'll be happening.
Con stuff will be coming. At some point. More than likely I'll just link you to the con page: http://fishsticks.fobby.net/photos/chicagocon/
Anyway, Mallory is coming on August 19th and staying until the 28th. I'll probably write more during or after that.
Tuesday (June 10th) - arrival, ate food (JDs) with casey and tara, picked up movie (the notebook), didn't watch anything (mal was overwhelmed and sick)
Wednesday - made pancakes, went to nature reserve (1000 islands), hiking, disc golf, pizza for lunch, went to visit steph and play games, jimmy johns, watched everything is illuminated followed by drop dead gorgeous
Thursday - mal had to work, hung out with casey from 10 am to 3 pm, tried to go go-karting but it rained, went bowling (filmed it), ate burger king, went to a few gamestores, watched the notebook (tried)
Friday - Radio / LanC 1, Swingset, Tetherball (ouch), Culver's for lunch, Ben called during swing fun time, Applebee's with Mom and Rob, go packers, cheese factory, went to the mall
Saturday - got up at and left at 9 am with mal's dad for the 1 hour trip (stopped to get brats), played disc golf in the mucky dirt, went to eat at chili's, then to the lake and walked along the beach with mal's dad, to the house then the recital, went to eat at ____, drove back (stephen drifts off a bit)
Sunday - buffalo wild wings with steph, bought candy at walmart, movie
Monday - morning, sushi, photo taking, talking to parents, Mallory got sick again, leaving
We actually watched a movie every night (except the first night). Like I said, I'd like to go back and fill in more info about all of this, but I'm not sure when or if that'll be happening.
Con stuff will be coming. At some point. More than likely I'll just link you to the con page: http://fishsticks.fobby.net/photos/chicagocon/
Anyway, Mallory is coming on August 19th and staying until the 28th. I'll probably write more during or after that.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Incredibly nervous to incredibly happy to incredibly sad again
Lessee, the last post was June 2. A LOT has happened in my life since then, so sit back, grab a coke, and get in a comfortable position--this is gonna be a long one.
When we last left our hero, he was preparing to go to Wisconsin. I left on the 10th of June. The week leading up to that was absolute madness, and I don't think I've ever been as stressed as much as I was that week than in my entire life. I did my best not to worry about too much (and to my knowledge I did a good job of avoiding any and all worry), but good lord did I think about stuff. My mom always told me horror stories of how she'd bring boyfriends home to meet her parents and my grandfather would be extremely hard on them and yell and make them feel really bad, so that didn't help my situation any (for some reason I was really nervous about meeting her father). I even went to the beach to try and tan for a week (this alone proves this is love--I would never go to the beach for anyone. Sand? P'shaw!)
I did alright sleeping until maybe the night of the 8th. Trying to sleep on the 8th and 9th was absolutely ridiculous--I had a lot of trouble sleeping, just lying awake knowing what was so quickly approaching. I prepared the best I could for the 10th, and even got Mal a few things that I wanted her to have, and then woke up on the 10th ready for action.
Now, Mom had to work and Dad had to work. The plan was for dad to come back from work a wee bit early to take me to the airport (leaving your car there for a week costs a buttload of money). My flight left at noon: 12: 05pm. You're supposed to be at the airport an hour and a half early, but considering Myrtle Beach is a rather small airport, I said an hour early would be fine. Anyway, I got up that morning at 9 am and got ready. Dad was supposed to pick me up at 9:30am. I heard the hourly chime go off--it's 10 am and still no dad. Hmmm... that's not good. 10:30 rolls around and still no sign of him. I give him a call and express the severity of the situation. "Dude, you needed to be here at 10!" "Oh I'm sorry, I'm on my way though." On his way, gaaaah. He's finally there by 10:45 but the airport is half an hour away. He arrives and tells me he has to go inside the house to use the bathroom. "There's no time for that!", I scream. He kind of hesitates (I think he really did have to go), then we jump in the car.
We're on our way to the airport. Dad was supposed to pick me up early so we could grab a bite to eat--I was crazy hungry and wanted to munch on something. About halway to the airport it starts to occur to me where I'm going and what's happening, and my stomach starts to get all willy-nilly and such. "Crap." Literally. We stopped at a Burger King and we both ran in to relieve ourselves. After waiting on some guy who took a good 10 minutes. By the time we both were done it was about 11:10 and we were still 10 to 15 minutes away from the airport. We didn't have enough time to eat so we just jumped in the car and flew down there.
I was praying pretty crazily on the way, because, quite honestly, it would suck to have to reschedule a flight because you couldn't make it to the airport on time. We got to the airport around 11:25 or so, and I jumped out of the car and ran inside. The airport was empty--*whew*. I got in line and checked in my bags. Dad came in, I told him I had to run and we parted. I got through security in an extended amount of time--I kept taking off my stuff trying to figure out why the buzzer thing kept going off. I just kept setting it off and they had to take me to the side and frisk me (boy was that fun). Eventually it occurred to me that I just never took off my belt, which is a seatbelt, so the thing was big and metal. Duh. *facepalm*
I get through security and I can finally see the gate. Thank God, I made it. I'm also starving. I took the time to grab a 6" marinara meatball sub from Subway and stuff it down my pie hole just before the plane started boarding. I swallow the last hot (read: hot) bite, and took a deep breath. This was it. This was what I had been waiting for for three months. I get on the plane.
And then I realize that I'll still have another flight so I calmed down a bit. I sit down next to a nice old lady--backstory time: up to this point I had never flown by myself, but I always thought that if I had to do it, I always wanted to sit next to a nice old lady. Something about them seems like it would make the trip smoother or something, not that I expected her to give me homemade cookies from her purse or anything, but hey, who knows. Anyway, throughout the flight I was talking to her and the inevitable conversation of why we were flying came up. When I started to explain the story behind Mallory and myself, she was completely enthralled and wanted to hear more.
I talked to this woman for the entire flight. Turns out she was 70-something (at least I'm pretty sure that's what she told me), the perfect age to be a nice old lady, just like what I wanted. She thought it was so amazing that we met on the internet, and called me young and foolish for pursuing it, but at the same time acknowledged that if I never pursued it I would never know. She said that I looked like a fine young gentleman (not like other 'hoodlums' my age) and that if the girl I was meeting was half as nice as me, we should be fine. I assured her she was absolutely wonderful, and she seemed quite convinced. When the plane landed in Detroit she stopped me getting off the plane and gave me her address. She told me that she had gotten very into our story and wanted to know how it all turned out, and to mail her a letter, even if it just said "Everything went well!" Later when I got back from the trip I wrote a page of stuff and even included a picture of Mallory and me together, so I'm hoping that made her day brighter.
After I parted ways with the woman I was in the airport of destiny(tm). I headed over to some pizza place and got a personal pan pizza and a drink (gah, no sweet tea was already killing me). I sat down and gave Mallory and then Ben a call. I talked to Ben for a while--originally I was going to call him to have him calm me down, but as it turns out, talking to the old lady for 2 hours had made me feel incredible already. I honestly wasn't nervous in the slightest, it was awesome. After I talked with Ben for a bit I headed toward the gate. The next plane ride was much less eventful, sitting by people who didn't really want to talk at all (or acknowledge my existence). Instead, we'll jump to the good part.
I'm about to get off the plane and arrive in Milwaukee, where she's supposed to pick me up. I get off and walk the long path to the baggage claim. I can honestly say that I remember every detail of that hallway and I doubt I'll ever forget. When Mallory and I had talked about meeting, she said she wanted to sneak up on me, so I kept my eye out for her. Then it occurred to me that she may not even be there yet so I gave her a call.
Nope, she wasn't there. She was about 15 minutes away from the airport, actually. I waited on my baggage for about 10 minutes, grabbed it, and sat down. As I sat there, I realized the next thing that would happen is that I would be meeting her. The absolute girl of my dreams, the one who I had already fallen madly in love with and had looked forward to meeting for the last three months. She had wanted to sneak up on me so I sat in a chair facing away from everything, although I could see behind me using the reflection of the glass in front of me (heheh, genius). I sat for a good 10 minutes, probably.
She called again when she was there. I told her I'd see her soon, hung up the phone and swallowed deep. It all sort of sank in all at once (that which didn't probably just ran out of my ears). I sat there staring at the glass, and waiting on that moment. Soon I saw a figure bend down next to me, but behind me. I knew it was her and I stood slowly to my feet. I turned around and there she was--there was a feeling of 'my god she's beautiful' and 'wtf, am I actually here?' all at the same time. I embraced her.
We let go then I grabbed my stuff. She begged to carry something so I let her take my camera bag. We started to head back toward the car. We weren't talking a whole lot, it sort of reminded me of when we had first gotten together--we didn't say much for days. We stood next to each other standing on the moving platform toward the parking lot. I held my hand out in front of her. She grabbed it. We locked fingers and I knew it was real.
We got to the car and put my things inside. We got in the car and for the next two hours made idle chit-chat and Mallory played 'tour guide' with Wisconsin. Turns out that 96% of Wisconsin is cows and farms. We held hands the entire way back home.
Here's where I'm going to abridge this entry. I was there for a week, and in that week I did a few things. First off, I proved to myself beyond a shadow of a doubt that this is real. Our relationship exists, and although we're far away from one another, we're still crazy in love. Like, love. The next thing is that I fell more in love with her than I already was--but I guess that was a given. I have a lot of new (and fun) experiences that I've added to my "Things I've Done In Life" book, and I'm so happy that I shared them all with someone as wonderful as her. I plan on going on about the trip in detail, day by day, after Mallory and myself have a chance to sit down together and go over everything so we get every little detail. Well, maybe not every little detail: I'm sure there's things you don't want to hear about, heheh.
Fast-foward. I'm coming back home. I'm broken. There's a song by Jack's Mannequin entitled 'Bruised', and it fits pretty well (and it hurts to listen to it). I heard it on the flight home and it really killed me. I didn't break down until I got back home, but then it hit me and it hit me really hard. I haven't felt that bad in a long time. It occurred to me, though, that if we're going to be in this sort of relationship, we should probably get used to feeling like this. It hurts, it doesn't feel good, but it's a situation where you just have to reflect on the good times and try to ignore the fact you can't be together all the time. It's something I'm still trying to deal with.
After I got back, I was glad that I'd get to see her in less than a month (yeah, really!), but it was just going so incredibly slow. The next few days we talked quite a bit--every day (as usual) and for prolonged periods of time. She mentioned to me that she had been praying--a quality that I have to admit I'm quite fond of. We talked for a bit about this, and on June 22nd, she finally made a decision that will ultimately change her life, whether or not she realizes it at the moment. It all made sense to me then--why everything worked out like it did. Why we're even together today. Everything was all brought to light, and I realized we were truly meant to be together. It was a good feeling. She's got a ways to go in terms of fully understanding everything, but she's a wonderful person with a good heart, and I'm anxious to see her grow (and I know she will).
Four days later (Thursday), my dad's father passed away. He was 79 years old, and had battled Alzheimer's and Parkinson's for years. He was a very influential preacher in his hometown of Mt. Storm, WV, and he was an incredible man of God. We drove up on Saturday morning to be there for the viewings on Sunday and the funeral today, then spending Tuesday with my mom's family and driving back on Wednesday (as a side note, we're taking a detour on the way back home to swing by and meet Ben Carignan, someone who has been an incredible friend to me for a long time). During the viewing I met tons of people I had never met before--most to all of them were family in some way, shape or form. There was one girl who kept eyeing me from across the room--she'd meet eye contact then look away. I pointed her out to mom and said that she wouldn't stop looking at me. Mom said that maybe she wanted to 'meet' me. I just said that I hoped not, because I'm sure the idiot didn't realize we were kinfolk. Then again, this is West Virginia, and while I'd expect cousins to marry in Alabama, it probably goes on here too. *sigh* What's worse is that my mom told me that someone in her family (slightly distant at least--thank god) just married their cousin. Sorry, there's just something a little weird about being attracted to your cousin in any way. Maybe it's just me.
I'm done for now. I'm still here in WV staying in a trailer in front of my grandma's yard (that's vacation here--hurray rednecks :D). The funeral starts in an hour so I have to get ready. I'll be back at a later post to perhaps talk more about my grandfather and of course about the trip at some point.
When we last left our hero, he was preparing to go to Wisconsin. I left on the 10th of June. The week leading up to that was absolute madness, and I don't think I've ever been as stressed as much as I was that week than in my entire life. I did my best not to worry about too much (and to my knowledge I did a good job of avoiding any and all worry), but good lord did I think about stuff. My mom always told me horror stories of how she'd bring boyfriends home to meet her parents and my grandfather would be extremely hard on them and yell and make them feel really bad, so that didn't help my situation any (for some reason I was really nervous about meeting her father). I even went to the beach to try and tan for a week (this alone proves this is love--I would never go to the beach for anyone. Sand? P'shaw!)
I did alright sleeping until maybe the night of the 8th. Trying to sleep on the 8th and 9th was absolutely ridiculous--I had a lot of trouble sleeping, just lying awake knowing what was so quickly approaching. I prepared the best I could for the 10th, and even got Mal a few things that I wanted her to have, and then woke up on the 10th ready for action.
Now, Mom had to work and Dad had to work. The plan was for dad to come back from work a wee bit early to take me to the airport (leaving your car there for a week costs a buttload of money). My flight left at noon: 12: 05pm. You're supposed to be at the airport an hour and a half early, but considering Myrtle Beach is a rather small airport, I said an hour early would be fine. Anyway, I got up that morning at 9 am and got ready. Dad was supposed to pick me up at 9:30am. I heard the hourly chime go off--it's 10 am and still no dad. Hmmm... that's not good. 10:30 rolls around and still no sign of him. I give him a call and express the severity of the situation. "Dude, you needed to be here at 10!" "Oh I'm sorry, I'm on my way though." On his way, gaaaah. He's finally there by 10:45 but the airport is half an hour away. He arrives and tells me he has to go inside the house to use the bathroom. "There's no time for that!", I scream. He kind of hesitates (I think he really did have to go), then we jump in the car.
We're on our way to the airport. Dad was supposed to pick me up early so we could grab a bite to eat--I was crazy hungry and wanted to munch on something. About halway to the airport it starts to occur to me where I'm going and what's happening, and my stomach starts to get all willy-nilly and such. "Crap." Literally. We stopped at a Burger King and we both ran in to relieve ourselves. After waiting on some guy who took a good 10 minutes. By the time we both were done it was about 11:10 and we were still 10 to 15 minutes away from the airport. We didn't have enough time to eat so we just jumped in the car and flew down there.
I was praying pretty crazily on the way, because, quite honestly, it would suck to have to reschedule a flight because you couldn't make it to the airport on time. We got to the airport around 11:25 or so, and I jumped out of the car and ran inside. The airport was empty--*whew*. I got in line and checked in my bags. Dad came in, I told him I had to run and we parted. I got through security in an extended amount of time--I kept taking off my stuff trying to figure out why the buzzer thing kept going off. I just kept setting it off and they had to take me to the side and frisk me (boy was that fun). Eventually it occurred to me that I just never took off my belt, which is a seatbelt, so the thing was big and metal. Duh. *facepalm*
I get through security and I can finally see the gate. Thank God, I made it. I'm also starving. I took the time to grab a 6" marinara meatball sub from Subway and stuff it down my pie hole just before the plane started boarding. I swallow the last hot (read: hot) bite, and took a deep breath. This was it. This was what I had been waiting for for three months. I get on the plane.
And then I realize that I'll still have another flight so I calmed down a bit. I sit down next to a nice old lady--backstory time: up to this point I had never flown by myself, but I always thought that if I had to do it, I always wanted to sit next to a nice old lady. Something about them seems like it would make the trip smoother or something, not that I expected her to give me homemade cookies from her purse or anything, but hey, who knows. Anyway, throughout the flight I was talking to her and the inevitable conversation of why we were flying came up. When I started to explain the story behind Mallory and myself, she was completely enthralled and wanted to hear more.
I talked to this woman for the entire flight. Turns out she was 70-something (at least I'm pretty sure that's what she told me), the perfect age to be a nice old lady, just like what I wanted. She thought it was so amazing that we met on the internet, and called me young and foolish for pursuing it, but at the same time acknowledged that if I never pursued it I would never know. She said that I looked like a fine young gentleman (not like other 'hoodlums' my age) and that if the girl I was meeting was half as nice as me, we should be fine. I assured her she was absolutely wonderful, and she seemed quite convinced. When the plane landed in Detroit she stopped me getting off the plane and gave me her address. She told me that she had gotten very into our story and wanted to know how it all turned out, and to mail her a letter, even if it just said "Everything went well!" Later when I got back from the trip I wrote a page of stuff and even included a picture of Mallory and me together, so I'm hoping that made her day brighter.
After I parted ways with the woman I was in the airport of destiny(tm). I headed over to some pizza place and got a personal pan pizza and a drink (gah, no sweet tea was already killing me). I sat down and gave Mallory and then Ben a call. I talked to Ben for a while--originally I was going to call him to have him calm me down, but as it turns out, talking to the old lady for 2 hours had made me feel incredible already. I honestly wasn't nervous in the slightest, it was awesome. After I talked with Ben for a bit I headed toward the gate. The next plane ride was much less eventful, sitting by people who didn't really want to talk at all (or acknowledge my existence). Instead, we'll jump to the good part.
I'm about to get off the plane and arrive in Milwaukee, where she's supposed to pick me up. I get off and walk the long path to the baggage claim. I can honestly say that I remember every detail of that hallway and I doubt I'll ever forget. When Mallory and I had talked about meeting, she said she wanted to sneak up on me, so I kept my eye out for her. Then it occurred to me that she may not even be there yet so I gave her a call.
Nope, she wasn't there. She was about 15 minutes away from the airport, actually. I waited on my baggage for about 10 minutes, grabbed it, and sat down. As I sat there, I realized the next thing that would happen is that I would be meeting her. The absolute girl of my dreams, the one who I had already fallen madly in love with and had looked forward to meeting for the last three months. She had wanted to sneak up on me so I sat in a chair facing away from everything, although I could see behind me using the reflection of the glass in front of me (heheh, genius). I sat for a good 10 minutes, probably.
She called again when she was there. I told her I'd see her soon, hung up the phone and swallowed deep. It all sort of sank in all at once (that which didn't probably just ran out of my ears). I sat there staring at the glass, and waiting on that moment. Soon I saw a figure bend down next to me, but behind me. I knew it was her and I stood slowly to my feet. I turned around and there she was--there was a feeling of 'my god she's beautiful' and 'wtf, am I actually here?' all at the same time. I embraced her.
We let go then I grabbed my stuff. She begged to carry something so I let her take my camera bag. We started to head back toward the car. We weren't talking a whole lot, it sort of reminded me of when we had first gotten together--we didn't say much for days. We stood next to each other standing on the moving platform toward the parking lot. I held my hand out in front of her. She grabbed it. We locked fingers and I knew it was real.
We got to the car and put my things inside. We got in the car and for the next two hours made idle chit-chat and Mallory played 'tour guide' with Wisconsin. Turns out that 96% of Wisconsin is cows and farms. We held hands the entire way back home.
Here's where I'm going to abridge this entry. I was there for a week, and in that week I did a few things. First off, I proved to myself beyond a shadow of a doubt that this is real. Our relationship exists, and although we're far away from one another, we're still crazy in love. Like, love. The next thing is that I fell more in love with her than I already was--but I guess that was a given. I have a lot of new (and fun) experiences that I've added to my "Things I've Done In Life" book, and I'm so happy that I shared them all with someone as wonderful as her. I plan on going on about the trip in detail, day by day, after Mallory and myself have a chance to sit down together and go over everything so we get every little detail. Well, maybe not every little detail: I'm sure there's things you don't want to hear about, heheh.
Fast-foward. I'm coming back home. I'm broken. There's a song by Jack's Mannequin entitled 'Bruised', and it fits pretty well (and it hurts to listen to it). I heard it on the flight home and it really killed me. I didn't break down until I got back home, but then it hit me and it hit me really hard. I haven't felt that bad in a long time. It occurred to me, though, that if we're going to be in this sort of relationship, we should probably get used to feeling like this. It hurts, it doesn't feel good, but it's a situation where you just have to reflect on the good times and try to ignore the fact you can't be together all the time. It's something I'm still trying to deal with.
After I got back, I was glad that I'd get to see her in less than a month (yeah, really!), but it was just going so incredibly slow. The next few days we talked quite a bit--every day (as usual) and for prolonged periods of time. She mentioned to me that she had been praying--a quality that I have to admit I'm quite fond of. We talked for a bit about this, and on June 22nd, she finally made a decision that will ultimately change her life, whether or not she realizes it at the moment. It all made sense to me then--why everything worked out like it did. Why we're even together today. Everything was all brought to light, and I realized we were truly meant to be together. It was a good feeling. She's got a ways to go in terms of fully understanding everything, but she's a wonderful person with a good heart, and I'm anxious to see her grow (and I know she will).
Four days later (Thursday), my dad's father passed away. He was 79 years old, and had battled Alzheimer's and Parkinson's for years. He was a very influential preacher in his hometown of Mt. Storm, WV, and he was an incredible man of God. We drove up on Saturday morning to be there for the viewings on Sunday and the funeral today, then spending Tuesday with my mom's family and driving back on Wednesday (as a side note, we're taking a detour on the way back home to swing by and meet Ben Carignan, someone who has been an incredible friend to me for a long time). During the viewing I met tons of people I had never met before--most to all of them were family in some way, shape or form. There was one girl who kept eyeing me from across the room--she'd meet eye contact then look away. I pointed her out to mom and said that she wouldn't stop looking at me. Mom said that maybe she wanted to 'meet' me. I just said that I hoped not, because I'm sure the idiot didn't realize we were kinfolk. Then again, this is West Virginia, and while I'd expect cousins to marry in Alabama, it probably goes on here too. *sigh* What's worse is that my mom told me that someone in her family (slightly distant at least--thank god) just married their cousin. Sorry, there's just something a little weird about being attracted to your cousin in any way. Maybe it's just me.
I'm done for now. I'm still here in WV staying in a trailer in front of my grandma's yard (that's vacation here--hurray rednecks :D). The funeral starts in an hour so I have to get ready. I'll be back at a later post to perhaps talk more about my grandfather and of course about the trip at some point.
Monday, June 02, 2008
Generic Blog Update Time!
Been quite a while since I last updated this. I got really busy with my finals in school and just didn't seem to have the time to take care of everything I needed to. Luckily it's been a few weeks since then, and I've now been out of school for a few days (since the 29th of May). Plus it's already June! Crazy.
My grades haven't come in yet, except for 3D, which I managed to squeeze a 'B' out of. I'm actually pretty happy about that, considering I had already accepted the fact that I was going to make a 'C' in her class. Apparently she really loved my final project (so much that she gave me a 95 on it). Speaking of which, I never posted my 3rd project here. Here's the Seahorsican, a giant hybrid animal created from foamboard. While I'm at it, here's the final project, Shrimp Nigiri. This quarter, as I've said many times before, just wasn't that hard, and I think I ended up doing alright. Next quarter I'll be taking Drawing II, Speech & Public Speaking, and Advanced Computer Art Applications. I won't be taking another Film class until January, unfortunately.
Now I don't have to worry about school for a while (mid September, actually). I've been looking forward to this summer for a handful of reasons, and now it's finally here. The first (and biggest) thing coming up this summer is my trip to Wisconsin to see Mallory, and it's just 8 days away. Hard to believe the time has crept up on us like this. Every day seems so long, but after a week passes you can hardly believe a week is already gone. This principle seems to apply to almost everything (if not everything), and it's really astounding. It seems like just yesterday I was starting college, and now an entire year has flown by. Truly crazy stuff. I've been really busy in the first few days back and I'll probably stay pretty busy until I leave, but we've still managed to talk for a while every day. Our relationship has really grown over the last 3 months, and I'm anxious to see what 3 more months will bring.
Aside from that all-important trip that I'm extremely happy (and incredibly nervous) about, there's the Starmen.net Convention coming up in mid July (about 3 weeks after I get back from Wisconsin, actually). I'm definitely pumped about this, not only since I'll be able to see Mallory for yet another week, but because I'll be able to finally meet Mr. Benjamin Carignan, someone who has been a very good friend to me over the last year or so (could be longer/shorter, I've discovered I have a horrible recollection of time). Along with him, I'll finally be able to hang out with Martin again, and this time hopefully have more to say (since we'll obviously have more than a few things to talk about this go-round, unlike last time where he more or less awkwardly stood around and didn't say anything, heheh). I'm flying up with Will again, who is an awesome dude as well, and this time the trip won't take as long (actually, it probably will since we have to go from Charlotte to Atlanta before heading to Chicago). Anyway, yeah, the Starmen Con will be a blast, moreso than last year for sure.
Aside from that, the rest of the summer is going to be straight-up work. I've already decided that beside those two important dates, I really have nothing else to do or accomplish, so I'm going to devote my entire summer to working like a madman. I'm kind of interested in buying an iMac at the end of the summer if I could afford it, and I'm willing to work as long and as hard as I possibly can to afford it. Supposedly someone could get me on at a restaurant as a waiter, and while it's something I've never done (and never really had an interest in doing), the money is absolutely amazing. Seriously, you'll make a few hundred dollars a night in tips. That's really crazy, and I definitely wouldn't mind bringing drinks to crazy old golfer dudes if it meant having more dough in my bank account. And by more I really mean making up for all I've spent in the past few months--I've bought two plane tickets, survived in college (buying food, necessities, and ridiculously over-priced art supplies), and a plethora of other stuff, and I need to work a ton this summer to really make up for all the time in school that I couldn't work. Two jobs? Maybe. We'll see what happens. I'll probably go job scouting this week and let them know I can start after the 17th. Then I'll be able to work for a bit until the Starmen Con comes around. Should be a fun, interesting, and crazy busy summer.
Back to the thing that's been on my mind for the past month and slowly takes over more and more of my brain everyday--the trip on June 10th. After spending literally 20 weeks inside of a dorm room and going outside minimally (very minimally), I decided I should maybe head to the beach to get out in the sunshine. So yesterday Seth and myself spent an hour and a half at the beach. In my stupidity I didn't wear sunscreen, but honestly, do you really need sunscreen if you're only going to be outside for that long? I only laid out for an hour, with the other time spent in the water. Anyway, you guessed it--I'm burnt. Not badly though, just maybe a little pink. Honestly it doesn't really bother me that much, I just wish I wouldn't have stayed as long as I did. I'm thinking that in another day or two it will turn into a brownish color and stop stinging, and I'll probably be back out on the beach again. Sunscreen next time? Meh, probably not. I'll just stay out for much less time, heheh.
Oh--I don't think I ever mentioned the outcomes of the PK Tube'n. I was able to come up with an idea and have Dan help out with filming. Our video was called Bring Lucas To America, and shares a lot of similarities with the popular /earthbound series, mostly that it's yet another crazy public stunt by me. We didn't win anything, but we did get an honorable mention, which is A-Ok with me. I also managed to get a lot more subscribers because of it, so I'm really happy with the outcome of the contest. We actually shot the video in HD, so expect to see the high def version on Vimeo sometime in the near future.
And with all of that being said, and with myself feeling good that I finally updated this thing, I think I'll stop. I still have what seems like a million things to do, including a few special things I need to try to accomplish before I leave for WI. I'll keep this updated as best I can--I'll probably write one more post before I leave, and if not, expect one crazy huge one when I get back, probably with a photo album attached (or several--who knows how many pictures we'll take, heheh).
My grades haven't come in yet, except for 3D, which I managed to squeeze a 'B' out of. I'm actually pretty happy about that, considering I had already accepted the fact that I was going to make a 'C' in her class. Apparently she really loved my final project (so much that she gave me a 95 on it). Speaking of which, I never posted my 3rd project here. Here's the Seahorsican, a giant hybrid animal created from foamboard. While I'm at it, here's the final project, Shrimp Nigiri. This quarter, as I've said many times before, just wasn't that hard, and I think I ended up doing alright. Next quarter I'll be taking Drawing II, Speech & Public Speaking, and Advanced Computer Art Applications. I won't be taking another Film class until January, unfortunately.
Now I don't have to worry about school for a while (mid September, actually). I've been looking forward to this summer for a handful of reasons, and now it's finally here. The first (and biggest) thing coming up this summer is my trip to Wisconsin to see Mallory, and it's just 8 days away. Hard to believe the time has crept up on us like this. Every day seems so long, but after a week passes you can hardly believe a week is already gone. This principle seems to apply to almost everything (if not everything), and it's really astounding. It seems like just yesterday I was starting college, and now an entire year has flown by. Truly crazy stuff. I've been really busy in the first few days back and I'll probably stay pretty busy until I leave, but we've still managed to talk for a while every day. Our relationship has really grown over the last 3 months, and I'm anxious to see what 3 more months will bring.
Aside from that all-important trip that I'm extremely happy (and incredibly nervous) about, there's the Starmen.net Convention coming up in mid July (about 3 weeks after I get back from Wisconsin, actually). I'm definitely pumped about this, not only since I'll be able to see Mallory for yet another week, but because I'll be able to finally meet Mr. Benjamin Carignan, someone who has been a very good friend to me over the last year or so (could be longer/shorter, I've discovered I have a horrible recollection of time). Along with him, I'll finally be able to hang out with Martin again, and this time hopefully have more to say (since we'll obviously have more than a few things to talk about this go-round, unlike last time where he more or less awkwardly stood around and didn't say anything, heheh). I'm flying up with Will again, who is an awesome dude as well, and this time the trip won't take as long (actually, it probably will since we have to go from Charlotte to Atlanta before heading to Chicago). Anyway, yeah, the Starmen Con will be a blast, moreso than last year for sure.
Aside from that, the rest of the summer is going to be straight-up work. I've already decided that beside those two important dates, I really have nothing else to do or accomplish, so I'm going to devote my entire summer to working like a madman. I'm kind of interested in buying an iMac at the end of the summer if I could afford it, and I'm willing to work as long and as hard as I possibly can to afford it. Supposedly someone could get me on at a restaurant as a waiter, and while it's something I've never done (and never really had an interest in doing), the money is absolutely amazing. Seriously, you'll make a few hundred dollars a night in tips. That's really crazy, and I definitely wouldn't mind bringing drinks to crazy old golfer dudes if it meant having more dough in my bank account. And by more I really mean making up for all I've spent in the past few months--I've bought two plane tickets, survived in college (buying food, necessities, and ridiculously over-priced art supplies), and a plethora of other stuff, and I need to work a ton this summer to really make up for all the time in school that I couldn't work. Two jobs? Maybe. We'll see what happens. I'll probably go job scouting this week and let them know I can start after the 17th. Then I'll be able to work for a bit until the Starmen Con comes around. Should be a fun, interesting, and crazy busy summer.
Back to the thing that's been on my mind for the past month and slowly takes over more and more of my brain everyday--the trip on June 10th. After spending literally 20 weeks inside of a dorm room and going outside minimally (very minimally), I decided I should maybe head to the beach to get out in the sunshine. So yesterday Seth and myself spent an hour and a half at the beach. In my stupidity I didn't wear sunscreen, but honestly, do you really need sunscreen if you're only going to be outside for that long? I only laid out for an hour, with the other time spent in the water. Anyway, you guessed it--I'm burnt. Not badly though, just maybe a little pink. Honestly it doesn't really bother me that much, I just wish I wouldn't have stayed as long as I did. I'm thinking that in another day or two it will turn into a brownish color and stop stinging, and I'll probably be back out on the beach again. Sunscreen next time? Meh, probably not. I'll just stay out for much less time, heheh.
Oh--I don't think I ever mentioned the outcomes of the PK Tube'n. I was able to come up with an idea and have Dan help out with filming. Our video was called Bring Lucas To America, and shares a lot of similarities with the popular /earthbound series, mostly that it's yet another crazy public stunt by me. We didn't win anything, but we did get an honorable mention, which is A-Ok with me. I also managed to get a lot more subscribers because of it, so I'm really happy with the outcome of the contest. We actually shot the video in HD, so expect to see the high def version on Vimeo sometime in the near future.
And with all of that being said, and with myself feeling good that I finally updated this thing, I think I'll stop. I still have what seems like a million things to do, including a few special things I need to try to accomplish before I leave for WI. I'll keep this updated as best I can--I'll probably write one more post before I leave, and if not, expect one crazy huge one when I get back, probably with a photo album attached (or several--who knows how many pictures we'll take, heheh).
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Art Sucks
Art school's first year is coming to a close. With 16 days remaining, I decided to reflect back on my first year at SCAD and what I've learned from classes, life, and art in general.
Art school is a load of crap. Haha, it's funny reading that, but in actuality it's true. It's not even so much the school as it is the people in the school (which make up the school, so is it the school then?). The problem with art is that there's no absolutes. With any other subject you have yes and no answers. If someone asks you a question there is one answer, the right answer. With art, you only have opinions. The problem with opinions is that they only go so far. If someone makes a piece of art that is undeniable crap, it doesn't necessarily have to be undeniable crap. When you're sitting in a room with 20 other students critiquing each other's work and someone decides to be 'artsy' and turn in a blue square then proceed to talk about it for 15 minutes, that doesn't make him a good artist, that makes him an idiot. But not by the rules of art. So the group of 20 people will sit there for 15 minutes and bob their heads like morons and agree with this idiot because they've all been brainwashed as to what art is. And it's a load of crap.
If I create a piece for a class because I thought it 'looked cool', then that's my reason. I don't care if you think the color choice was to emphasize the historical perseverance of the Mexican culture or if I used a lot of curves because I want to make a statement about the war, you're wrong. Art school is full of people like this, who are generally called 'art students'. And they are. They're hippies, they dress ridiculously, they smoke pot, and some of them come from hippie families (you'll know because the children have names like 'Flower' or 'Sunshine'). I don't have a problem with these or any kind of people. I'm cool with hippies, I'm cool with gays, I'm cool with gay hippies, I'm cool with pot-smoking, crap-spitting retarded art students. The problem is I hardly fit the art student description, which makes me something else. Normally I'd just type 'normal', but I don't think there's such a thing, so I'll just say average.
The people I hang out with are also average. There's nothing wrong with being average, it's a great thing. In this city, it seems to be rare. Walking down the street you'll see people with half of their heads shaved, 10 inch earrings, or perhaps purple and yellow polka-dotted fleece sweatshirts with bright red skirts. Because it's artsy. Once again, I'm cool if people want to dress like they got dressed in the dark, but it's definitely not my thing. I'm sure I'm not as 'normal' as I'd have myself believe, as I walk down the street with my big black headphones blasting EarthBound remixes in my ears, but to the outside world who still has a definition for the word, I'm sure I fit the bill a little bit better.
My biggest problem is with the people being so full of it. Earlier I mentioned the 'blue square' guy. Let me share another story. A few months ago we were turning in our music videos for Intro to Video class (you might remember I did a video for Virtute The Cat Explains Her Departure). A majority of the class were new to video or had very little experience, which was fine. During the critique for our videos, though, one student showed a video that was more or less footage of the ghetto with background music (which was fine), but about halfway through the video started getting all shaky. It was obvious as to what he had done, he was shooting while zoomed in and not using a tripod. It looked really bad, and he didn't cut away for some reason, so it was just shaky video for a good 15 seconds. When the video ended, the professor asked him what his intent was for the shaking in the video. Instead of just owning up and stating he couldn't get a hold of a tripod or didn't think to use one, he said it was 'to show the struggle of life on the streets and the gang problems in the world today'. Now, I do sympathize with this particular situation because I don't think he actually filmed it with that in mind (if he did then he's a dumb art student and makes me sad). He obviously said what he did so the professor wouldn't yell at him for it (though the professor did anyway), which is a smart move I suppose (I actually did something similar recently in 3D class--when I turned in my giant pelican-seahorse cardboard model, I made the body incredibly detailed, but didn't do anything to the wings because I finished literally an hour before class. I knew she would ask about them and it would ultimately give me a worse grade, so when she did ask, I told them it was to 'contrast between the simplicity and complexity of the piece'. I got an 'A' on the project. I guess that's an example of how art being opinionated can be on your side.).
For the most part I joke about art now. I know what I like but I couldn't tell you why. Don't analyze my stuff--I'll tell you what my intentions were. If you're laughing at a video I've made, that was its purpose: to make you laugh. The day you think I made you laugh to get you thinking about how much Bush sucks or the government are putting robot chips into newborn baby's brains: that's the day you're wrong and I've lost faith in humanity.
With all that said, I really like SCAD and I'm extremely glad I'm going here. Maybe I'm a hypocrite, hehehe.
Haven't ranted like that in a while, so let's look at some other stuff.
Things that happened recently. Martin got accepted into SCAD! It's been on my mind a bit lately, and it should be pretty awesome. With any luck he'll be able to get into Oglethorpe house with the rest of us, and should be spending a lot of time with us next year. Now all we need is to get Ben's response. Good luck, buddy, I hope it all works out the way it's supposed to.
School is going well. I'm down to 16 days as I stated earlier, and it's not exactly gotten any harder. I managed to squeeze out a 90 on the seahorse project (Fichtinger's not so bad after all... oh wait), which is my first 'A' in her class. Alex managed to get an 88, which he was quite pissed about after he nearly cut his thumb off during an x-acto blade accident. Normally I'd have photos, but seeing as how I stayed up all night to finish it, it's not surprising that I forgot to take pictures of it. I'll do that when I get it back.
Art History and Preproduction continue on as normal, both fairly easy classes with not too much to do. Really all I'm doing now is waiting for this 16 to turn into 15, then 14, 13, all the way to zero. I'm only 27 days away from being with Mallory, and I'm very ready to be done with school and start summer.
Just a little bit longer!
Art school is a load of crap. Haha, it's funny reading that, but in actuality it's true. It's not even so much the school as it is the people in the school (which make up the school, so is it the school then?). The problem with art is that there's no absolutes. With any other subject you have yes and no answers. If someone asks you a question there is one answer, the right answer. With art, you only have opinions. The problem with opinions is that they only go so far. If someone makes a piece of art that is undeniable crap, it doesn't necessarily have to be undeniable crap. When you're sitting in a room with 20 other students critiquing each other's work and someone decides to be 'artsy' and turn in a blue square then proceed to talk about it for 15 minutes, that doesn't make him a good artist, that makes him an idiot. But not by the rules of art. So the group of 20 people will sit there for 15 minutes and bob their heads like morons and agree with this idiot because they've all been brainwashed as to what art is. And it's a load of crap.
If I create a piece for a class because I thought it 'looked cool', then that's my reason. I don't care if you think the color choice was to emphasize the historical perseverance of the Mexican culture or if I used a lot of curves because I want to make a statement about the war, you're wrong. Art school is full of people like this, who are generally called 'art students'. And they are. They're hippies, they dress ridiculously, they smoke pot, and some of them come from hippie families (you'll know because the children have names like 'Flower' or 'Sunshine'). I don't have a problem with these or any kind of people. I'm cool with hippies, I'm cool with gays, I'm cool with gay hippies, I'm cool with pot-smoking, crap-spitting retarded art students. The problem is I hardly fit the art student description, which makes me something else. Normally I'd just type 'normal', but I don't think there's such a thing, so I'll just say average.
The people I hang out with are also average. There's nothing wrong with being average, it's a great thing. In this city, it seems to be rare. Walking down the street you'll see people with half of their heads shaved, 10 inch earrings, or perhaps purple and yellow polka-dotted fleece sweatshirts with bright red skirts. Because it's artsy. Once again, I'm cool if people want to dress like they got dressed in the dark, but it's definitely not my thing. I'm sure I'm not as 'normal' as I'd have myself believe, as I walk down the street with my big black headphones blasting EarthBound remixes in my ears, but to the outside world who still has a definition for the word, I'm sure I fit the bill a little bit better.
My biggest problem is with the people being so full of it. Earlier I mentioned the 'blue square' guy. Let me share another story. A few months ago we were turning in our music videos for Intro to Video class (you might remember I did a video for Virtute The Cat Explains Her Departure). A majority of the class were new to video or had very little experience, which was fine. During the critique for our videos, though, one student showed a video that was more or less footage of the ghetto with background music (which was fine), but about halfway through the video started getting all shaky. It was obvious as to what he had done, he was shooting while zoomed in and not using a tripod. It looked really bad, and he didn't cut away for some reason, so it was just shaky video for a good 15 seconds. When the video ended, the professor asked him what his intent was for the shaking in the video. Instead of just owning up and stating he couldn't get a hold of a tripod or didn't think to use one, he said it was 'to show the struggle of life on the streets and the gang problems in the world today'. Now, I do sympathize with this particular situation because I don't think he actually filmed it with that in mind (if he did then he's a dumb art student and makes me sad). He obviously said what he did so the professor wouldn't yell at him for it (though the professor did anyway), which is a smart move I suppose (I actually did something similar recently in 3D class--when I turned in my giant pelican-seahorse cardboard model, I made the body incredibly detailed, but didn't do anything to the wings because I finished literally an hour before class. I knew she would ask about them and it would ultimately give me a worse grade, so when she did ask, I told them it was to 'contrast between the simplicity and complexity of the piece'. I got an 'A' on the project. I guess that's an example of how art being opinionated can be on your side.).
For the most part I joke about art now. I know what I like but I couldn't tell you why. Don't analyze my stuff--I'll tell you what my intentions were. If you're laughing at a video I've made, that was its purpose: to make you laugh. The day you think I made you laugh to get you thinking about how much Bush sucks or the government are putting robot chips into newborn baby's brains: that's the day you're wrong and I've lost faith in humanity.
With all that said, I really like SCAD and I'm extremely glad I'm going here. Maybe I'm a hypocrite, hehehe.
Haven't ranted like that in a while, so let's look at some other stuff.
Things that happened recently. Martin got accepted into SCAD! It's been on my mind a bit lately, and it should be pretty awesome. With any luck he'll be able to get into Oglethorpe house with the rest of us, and should be spending a lot of time with us next year. Now all we need is to get Ben's response. Good luck, buddy, I hope it all works out the way it's supposed to.
School is going well. I'm down to 16 days as I stated earlier, and it's not exactly gotten any harder. I managed to squeeze out a 90 on the seahorse project (Fichtinger's not so bad after all... oh wait), which is my first 'A' in her class. Alex managed to get an 88, which he was quite pissed about after he nearly cut his thumb off during an x-acto blade accident. Normally I'd have photos, but seeing as how I stayed up all night to finish it, it's not surprising that I forgot to take pictures of it. I'll do that when I get it back.
Art History and Preproduction continue on as normal, both fairly easy classes with not too much to do. Really all I'm doing now is waiting for this 16 to turn into 15, then 14, 13, all the way to zero. I'm only 27 days away from being with Mallory, and I'm very ready to be done with school and start summer.
Just a little bit longer!
Thursday, May 01, 2008
Days pass
Every 7+ days I write my brain down here. It's that time again!
Under the 40 day mark for the trip to Wisconsin, and only 29 days left on the chain (how long until the end of school). I'm getting really excited, but as usual I'll keep that to a minimum in the blog.
But good Lord am I excited.
Anyway, in terms of schoolwork everything seems to be getting gradually easier... or harder... or something. Preproduction has taken a turn for the better, and it seems we've dropped all assignments to work solely on the final project, which luckily seems to be very easy, if a bit time consuming. 3D seems to be looking up a bit since the professor seemed very interested in my design for the latest project, but who knows what I'll end up getting. With some luck I could pull up the grade in her class to a 'B', which could give me some padding in case I do bad in Art History (albeit some hardcore studying should keep me afloat just fine). Overall school this quarter, as I've stated before, has been much easier than the past two, even if my grades haven't been quite as good. I've still got 4 weeks to fix stuff, so I'll be working on doing that.
One of the biggest video game releases of the year, Grand Theft Auto IV, just came out, so we went and picked it up the other day. I've only had about 45 minutes with the game, but I really like it. I've seen a ton of the game already, though, with Alex and Ian at the helm of the controller on a daily basis. I'll play it a bit more when I get a chance, but I'm sure I won't delve fully into the game until later this summer.
On a final note, I should probably mention the PK Tube'n. It's the 'last leg of the Siege' and is composed of releasing a ridiculous amount of YouTube videos upon the internet, all related to EB on the VC, or bringing M3 to America. It's a really great idea, but what is attracting me (besides the fact that it's a video contest) are the prizes: I need that darn air freshener. I'll be putting my plan into action tomorrow, hopefully, and maybe have something ready to watch on Saturday or something. We'll see what happens :D
Under the 40 day mark for the trip to Wisconsin, and only 29 days left on the chain (how long until the end of school). I'm getting really excited, but as usual I'll keep that to a minimum in the blog.
But good Lord am I excited.
Anyway, in terms of schoolwork everything seems to be getting gradually easier... or harder... or something. Preproduction has taken a turn for the better, and it seems we've dropped all assignments to work solely on the final project, which luckily seems to be very easy, if a bit time consuming. 3D seems to be looking up a bit since the professor seemed very interested in my design for the latest project, but who knows what I'll end up getting. With some luck I could pull up the grade in her class to a 'B', which could give me some padding in case I do bad in Art History (albeit some hardcore studying should keep me afloat just fine). Overall school this quarter, as I've stated before, has been much easier than the past two, even if my grades haven't been quite as good. I've still got 4 weeks to fix stuff, so I'll be working on doing that.
One of the biggest video game releases of the year, Grand Theft Auto IV, just came out, so we went and picked it up the other day. I've only had about 45 minutes with the game, but I really like it. I've seen a ton of the game already, though, with Alex and Ian at the helm of the controller on a daily basis. I'll play it a bit more when I get a chance, but I'm sure I won't delve fully into the game until later this summer.
On a final note, I should probably mention the PK Tube'n. It's the 'last leg of the Siege' and is composed of releasing a ridiculous amount of YouTube videos upon the internet, all related to EB on the VC, or bringing M3 to America. It's a really great idea, but what is attracting me (besides the fact that it's a video contest) are the prizes: I need that darn air freshener. I'll be putting my plan into action tomorrow, hopefully, and maybe have something ready to watch on Saturday or something. We'll see what happens :D
Monday, April 21, 2008
Weekly update
By now it's become a regular thing to update once a week, so I'm going to assume now is the time to update this thing seeing as how it's been one week since the last update.
Not a whole lot going on at the moment. We've completed 4 weeks of school and it feels like I really haven't done all that much. Probably because I haven't. Looking at it now, I've had two 3D projects, an art history test, and one Preproduction assignment. In 4 weeks. That's fairly ridiculous. Albeit when I do have to do work it usually takes a while, it's all been really easy (which is awesome). Now if only I could appease my 3D professor (what the heck is wrong with my wire skate?)
After Mallory purchased a Nintendo DS and Animal Crossing, it was pretty obvious that I needed to start a new file as well. I requested my parents mail me the game and it showed up a few days later. I've never played the game online before, and it really changed my opinion of the game quite a bit. I usually leave my gate open, so if you'd like to visit, feel free to stop by (albeit you'll probably have to let me know when you're coming since I only play a little everyday). I'm Stephen in Savannah, 0344-9532-9865.
I also went ahead and sent Mallory something she needed (or something I wanted her to have), a webcam. I have one built into the Macbook so she could already see me, but now we can see each other! It's almost like being in the same room! ...Well, almost. I talk to her for a good amount of time every day (^-^), and now that I can see her, I just devote an entire screen for the video. Dual monitors rock!
The time remaining until my departure for Wisconsin has fallen under the 50 day mark. Everyday is one day closer, and every night it's even harder to say goodbye. Honestly I had no idea it was even possible to feel like this, to have so much love for one person. There's been quite a few times I could've swore my heart was going to explode, heheh. I've gotten pretty close already, so seeing her in June could push me over the limit. At least if I die in an airport everyone will know what happened to me.
I started writing this post very early in the day and just went back to finish the end now. I finish my day talking to Mallory though, and after typing the above paragraph I simply can't think of anything else to say. There aren't any words left in my head except three simple ones, and quite honestly the readers of this blog shouldn't be bothered with my relationship status, so I'll save everyone reading this the time. There are no more thoughts left in this head of mine for tonight, maybe you'll get more next time :)
Not a whole lot going on at the moment. We've completed 4 weeks of school and it feels like I really haven't done all that much. Probably because I haven't. Looking at it now, I've had two 3D projects, an art history test, and one Preproduction assignment. In 4 weeks. That's fairly ridiculous. Albeit when I do have to do work it usually takes a while, it's all been really easy (which is awesome). Now if only I could appease my 3D professor (what the heck is wrong with my wire skate?)
After Mallory purchased a Nintendo DS and Animal Crossing, it was pretty obvious that I needed to start a new file as well. I requested my parents mail me the game and it showed up a few days later. I've never played the game online before, and it really changed my opinion of the game quite a bit. I usually leave my gate open, so if you'd like to visit, feel free to stop by (albeit you'll probably have to let me know when you're coming since I only play a little everyday). I'm Stephen in Savannah, 0344-9532-9865.
I also went ahead and sent Mallory something she needed (or something I wanted her to have), a webcam. I have one built into the Macbook so she could already see me, but now we can see each other! It's almost like being in the same room! ...Well, almost. I talk to her for a good amount of time every day (^-^), and now that I can see her, I just devote an entire screen for the video. Dual monitors rock!
The time remaining until my departure for Wisconsin has fallen under the 50 day mark. Everyday is one day closer, and every night it's even harder to say goodbye. Honestly I had no idea it was even possible to feel like this, to have so much love for one person. There's been quite a few times I could've swore my heart was going to explode, heheh. I've gotten pretty close already, so seeing her in June could push me over the limit. At least if I die in an airport everyone will know what happened to me.
I started writing this post very early in the day and just went back to finish the end now. I finish my day talking to Mallory though, and after typing the above paragraph I simply can't think of anything else to say. There aren't any words left in my head except three simple ones, and quite honestly the readers of this blog shouldn't be bothered with my relationship status, so I'll save everyone reading this the time. There are no more thoughts left in this head of mine for tonight, maybe you'll get more next time :)
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