Engineering

Well I am at school right now. I brought my lappy today in order to get some work done in lab. I figured maybe that my school has come into the 21st century and might provide some sort of wireless network but no. They ain't got shit. So here I sit at a school computer, next to another computer that I am using as an mp3 player. I am such a loser. Oh this new Kanye West cd is really good. I love it. On to the rest.

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As he looks around the room, he notices the flawless architecture of the new Computer lab building. That new smell that combines clean carpet with drywall and freshly dry paint. The construction of a building is like the birth of a child. A child that never grows up.

3 years ago, I first stepped onto campus, new from high school, there was no building where I sit now. Only dirt and foundation. But now, I sit in a fully matured structure. Its funny how obvious something can be when its there without knowing how it got there. If I could only once head a project like this. Watch as something from my mind grows and matures into a structure. This is why I pursue engineering. To take my ideas and turn them into solid working objects that anybody can touch. But only I would know the effort and stress and sweat that went into the developement. Fascinating.

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real progress

This morning I woke up early to accomplish some real progress toward my physics grade. Unfortunately I do not possess the want-to that would get me out of bed, so there I lay. Honestly, I am not really too worried about the homework that I have, it would jjust be nice to get it done. School is a special subject for me. I really enjoy it and so far this semester, I have made the most of the experience. I haven't been slacking off. Studying every subject enough to do well on quizzes, finishing the homework in time. Truly making it a priority. It feels good to be able to say that because in the past I have not showed the effort. Now that I am studying, I can make no excuses. Particularly poorly written, but its early. I'll update later. OUT

Yahaar!

It is almost 1:00 am and I am sitting outside playing ping pong with my brother and Danny. This is pretty much the routine for me lately. Late night ping pong sessions. Its great, I have come to the conclusion that pingpong is the global connection that all people share. Have you ever met someone who does not like pingpong. I mean sure you might find someone who sucks at it or who hasn't played but nobody hates pingpong. Ping pong is the key to world peace. I say we all get together and play. No WMDs no fucking terrorists. Just ping pong and happy people and math. Yea thats my perfect world. Math and pingpong.

On a side, I spoke with someone that I care about today...very cool. I think I am going to call her tomorrow too. Im out its time for ping pong.

Balance

I wonder sometimes if everything in our world balances out. Yesterday was a busy day for me. Today, however, I haven't moved from the couch since my bowl of raisin bran crunch at 10:30 this morning. It seems that every up has a down. The problem with that is that when the down means nothing but cable tv and online poker for Brian, he is a very bored boy.

My parents are gone to visit Nana Bonnie this weekend, a nice short vacation for the two of them. This unfortunately means that I am stuck home with my brother and my dog. Wouldnt be so bad if he didn't take every opportunity to try and turn my house into his bachelor pad. I like my home and now that he's back, it smells different. Less like home. Here is another example of life's balanced nature. My brother comes home to live for a while rent free and care free (that wasnt the point but thats how it ended up). I get my friend back. On the other hand, we share a bathroom, and he smells. Don't get me wrong, I love my brother but I wish he would just get his shit together, and get on with his life. He is in a slump right now and the last thing he needs is the comfort of home.

I swore that this blog wouldnt turn into a complaint forum but I guess it has.

Happiness

1:33am: I sit in front of my computer in a trance-like state, glancing from my computer screen every now and then to catch a glimpse of my cluttered room. A desk full of the gadgets and gizmos that I define myself by, bose headphones on one end of my ipod, two televisions, the new sitting precariously on top of the old, my piles of change, separated by denomination, lowest to highest in matching coffee mugs. On the floor rests a pile of my old work clothes, crumpled and unused. My room is like a warzone. Tidy vs. scattered, and at this point, scattered is on top, circling around from behind to ambush the tidy side when they least expect it. In the middle of all the chaos sits a boy, sunburned from his adventures at sea and tattered by lack of sleep. The only thing keeping him up is his desire to account his day's adventures. He sits alone, warm under his desk light, hands not daring to stray from the keyboard. He is happy as long as his hands move, the click of the keys singing to him like a mother to her child.