Catchup

I don't know what to write to catch everyone up so I'll give you the short version and post a bunch of pictures.

I ended the semester strong with a solid project but, once again, my drawings suffered for all the extra time I put into my model. So be it. I got a B for the semester... that's Tom's way of saying I'm lousy but he doesn't mind if I continue on to second year. At least I finished. Most people didn't.

I still have a paper to finish and have to edit another essay I wrote but that will have to be done on the road because I'm getting to travel for 3 days to get to California. I am in Montreal right now with a friend who is giving me a lift to Toronto tomorrow so I can catch a bus to Buffalo to catch a plane to LA to catch a ride to SD. Nice to get out of the same place for a little while.

Other than that I'm just trying to wind down and make it through another holiday season before I have to turn around and go back to school. I'm on my way to stay with Mom and Kim for a week... that'll be alot of fun. I haven't been with the two of them together in awhile.

Ok, battery's dying... pictures.

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

I AM SICK OF BEING AT SCHOOL!!!
I AM SICK OF BEING AWAKE!!!
I AM SICK OF SITTING AT THIS DESK!!!
I AM SICK OF MY HANDS HURTING!!!
I AM SICK OF MY BACK HURTING!!!
I AM SICK OF BEING HUNGRY!!!
I AM SICK OF NOT KNOWING WHAT DAY IT IS!!!


Ok, I feel better now. Back to work! Everything will be better after next Friday.

Taking a break...

I've been meaning to post this for awhile but haven't gotten around to it. Well, I'm taking a break so I might as well now. The story goes, Thomas quit smoking and one of his 3rd year students quit cussing so they made a bet who would last longer. Thomas gave her a hard time in class so she wanted to do something to get back at him. She came to me and said she wanted to hang cigarette posters on his offics window or something to make him want to smoke. Pause.

Now this past semester smoking has been banned on campus except in 12 "designated smoking areas" which are conveniently indicated by a green version of the no smoking sign. It's a big joke and we have always talked about putting one of those designated smoking area signs inside somewhere so we could legitamately smoke indoors.

Unpause. So I says to Schu (the 3rd year student), "here's what we gonna do..."





...and we end by covering it up so he doesn't see it before entering his office. But when he entered he saw this:

So since he's in this bet he obviously knew who did it... Schu, right? (see slightly "special" looking girl in 4th picture) I saw him the next morning and he had a huge grin on his face (he likes it when people pay attention to him) and asked me, "Did you see what Schu did to my window?" to which I blankly replied, "Uh... no. What'd she do?" and he said "Come see, this is great." On the way to seeing it another student pointed at me and said, "And here must be the culprit now," but Thomas answered, "No, I know who did this. This is an inspired prank. No one does these anymore." Ah but my prank is not yet complete... he has no idea I had anything to do with this... despite the fact that I painted my initial into the sign. So I figure his mom will read this (hi Janice... I have pictures for you below) and he'll find out through her eventually... then my prank is complete. I told his wife, Suzy and she cracked up. Everyone at school knows. Ah... that was a good break.




And now for pictures of Peter...



Fin

What I did on Thanksgiving...

What am I thankful for? That I can do by hand in 5 hours what others take 3 to 4 days to do on a computer. happy Thanksgiving...

Happy Thanksgiving, eh?

If ever a day felt less like Thanksgiving I cannot remember it. Hope everyone has a fun day... eat some turkey for me. And somebody punch Tyler. Not you Kim. You get to do that enough... spread the love. For my Thanksgiving fun, I got to school at 9 and have class from 10 to 12. Then I have 5 hours to draw a 1:5 wall section and then class again. Sucks. Thursday is my long day. I'm not even going to make it to Thomas' today. So it goes...

aside: My lower/middle back is killing me. I have a feeling that it's because my mattress is too soft/unsupportive. I've learned my lesson... never go cheap on a mattress. Anyway, does anyone know if it would do any good to put a piece of plywood or something on top of my box spring? Maybe egg crate foam on the mattress? Any ideas? I'm dyin' here. (not really, mom)

Ok, off I go into the wonderful world of architectural theory.

Cheers, everyone and happy thanksgiving...

"Awwwww! Thanks-GIV-ing?" -Homer J. Simpson

In memorium...

Yesterday my Uncle Dubbie died. I found out just a few minutes ago. I'm very sad and ashamed because I've been thinking of sending him a letter for months now. The last thing he said to me was, "Come on by any time and I'll fix you a steak dinner." I'm so sorry I never wrote. I'm so sorry I never came by. I've never wanted a steak dinner so bad in all my life. I remember when I was a child... maybe 4 years old... we lived on Kely Highway in Ft. Smith, Arkansas and Uncle Dub, a truck driver at the time, would drive by once in awhile in his rig and honk his horn for me. I remember playing in the yard with my dog, Fluffy, and looking for Uncle Dub to drive by. I remember he'd lean out the window and smile and wave. I wasn't as close to him as some of my other family, but he was a constant presence in my life for my entire childhood. He always reminded me a bit of John Wayne. Uncle Dubbie, I love you... I hate saying that now that you can't hear it...

...rest in peace.