
Monday, April 13, 2009
i want the ocean right now.
stressed.
so, lets see. before next wednesday (4/22) i need to complete the following:
- 3d model of a sustainable 'green' trailor.
- packet including the following: floor plan/elevations/finishes/specs/furniture plan/lighting schedule/ceiling plan for the 3d model.
- read three chapters for a material/design final.
- study the two previous tests for my sustainable design class for the final exam.
- finish/render a one point perspective of a hotel lobby.
- render a previous one point perspective.
- finish the sketchbook requirements.
- finish final CAD project.
- do four PDA's for IDE120 (four 250 word paragraphs on crate&barrell, pier1, DIA, ikea).
kill me now okay? sanks. just stressed myself out even more just typing it all out there. i also work and have a training meeting for another job i'm getting. and i have to take summer class.
wah wah wah.
breattheeee. breatttheeeee. i'm done complaining.





i desperately want the overwhelmingly at peace feeling these images give when you see them for yourself (in person) -- the instant thankfulness for your life, solely because you're there, seeing that.
so, lets see. before next wednesday (4/22) i need to complete the following:
- 3d model of a sustainable 'green' trailor.
- packet including the following: floor plan/elevations/finishes/specs/furniture plan/lighting schedule/ceiling plan for the 3d model.
- read three chapters for a material/design final.
- study the two previous tests for my sustainable design class for the final exam.
- finish/render a one point perspective of a hotel lobby.
- render a previous one point perspective.
- finish the sketchbook requirements.
- finish final CAD project.
- do four PDA's for IDE120 (four 250 word paragraphs on crate&barrell, pier1, DIA, ikea).
kill me now okay? sanks. just stressed myself out even more just typing it all out there. i also work and have a training meeting for another job i'm getting. and i have to take summer class.
wah wah wah.
breattheeee. breatttheeeee. i'm done complaining.





i desperately want the overwhelmingly at peace feeling these images give when you see them for yourself (in person) -- the instant thankfulness for your life, solely because you're there, seeing that.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
seventy times seven.
I remember I kept thinking that I know you never would and now I know I wanna kill you like only a best friend could, everyone's caught onto everything you do.
Don't apologize, I hope you choke and die. Say you need to pray if you wanna go to heaven, never tell you what to say when your whole life has gone to hell.
Is that what you call a getaway? Tell me what you got away with, cause I've seen more spine in a jellyfish, I've seen more guts in 11 year old kids. Have another drink and drive yourself home, I hope there's ice on all the roads and you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt and again when your head goes through the windshield. Is that what you call tact? Cause you're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back, so let's end this call and end this conversation. Is that what you call a getaway? Tell me what you got away with, cause you left the frays from the ties you severed when you say best friends means friends forever.
Don't apologize, I hope you choke and die. Say you need to pray if you wanna go to heaven, never tell you what to say when your whole life has gone to hell.
Is that what you call a getaway? Tell me what you got away with, cause I've seen more spine in a jellyfish, I've seen more guts in 11 year old kids. Have another drink and drive yourself home, I hope there's ice on all the roads and you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt and again when your head goes through the windshield. Is that what you call tact? Cause you're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back, so let's end this call and end this conversation. Is that what you call a getaway? Tell me what you got away with, cause you left the frays from the ties you severed when you say best friends means friends forever.
Monday, April 6, 2009
fucked up world.
- A woman was raped at gunpoint, called the cops, and had her report dismissed and she was arrested for filing a "false report." She also served jail time. The man raped another woman a few weeks later... only to be caught, and then admitted to raping the previous woman. Yeah, they released her. But hey, if they would have believed her in the first place, he would have been caught.
http://thecurvature.com/2009/04/03/actual-rape-victim-jailed-for-false-report/
http://thecurvature.com/2009/04/03/actu

and http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/09093/96 ![]() - A man posts a video on Youtube of his taunting a cat and then having his dog attack the cat and kill it. The entire time, he's laughing and encouraging the dog. All of this man's info is now on the internet, and he will most likely be caught. Sadly, the dog will probably be put down as well, even though it's not really the one at fault. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_p9RlJMq ![]() (careful, it's on autoplay on the youtube page) - A man follows a student home, attacks, her, rapes her, tortures her for 19 hours, and then sets her on fire. In the duration of the torture, he poured scalding water on her, sodomized and sexually assaulted her numerous times, and told her to cut her eyes out so that she couldn't turn him in if she lived. She attacked him with the knife and missed, so he cut her eyelids, tied her to a futon, and set her on fire. He ran off. She used to fire to burn through her ropes and escaped. http://www.nydailynews.com/news/ny_crim ![]() |
i am kloot.
Hey, could you stand another drink
I'm better when I don't think
It seems to get me through
Say, d'you wanna spin another line
Like we had a good time
Not that I need proof
Swell, we're living in a hotel
And someones ringing my bell
In a room without a view
Hey, heard you read another book
Should I take another look
Who am I
Without you
ahhhoooo
ahhh
ahhoooo
ahhh
ahh
<3
Friday, April 3, 2009
"The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date. Otherwise you begin excusing yourself. You must see the writing as emerging like a long scroll of ink from the index finger of your right hand; you must see your left hand erasing it.”
-Margaret Atwood
-Margaret Atwood
Thursday, April 2, 2009
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