The Architect Stares Back

Every designer has a few tools which they wish they could have surgically attached to their body in some way so that they would never be without them. One of these is a pen, another is a steel ruler, and then there's the X-Acto knife. Yes, we love our razor blades, but sometimes they turn against us. We all know that invariably, sooner or later, we will seriously cut ourselves with an X-Acto. One of my design professors instructed us that we were not to use X-Acto knives on his project after 10 o'clock at night and that we were also not to use them while under the influence of any substances whatsoever. (No one listened.)

Yesterday at work, I slipped with the X-Acto knife and sliced my index finger on my left hand open. If you are a designer, you already know that this is the finger that I sliced because that is the finger that you have sliced once or many times. (On a side note, after nearly passing out I realized that no one at work cares if you pass out or not. Ah, business relationships...) My mom knew exactly what had happened as soon as I told her I cut myself at work.

To commemorate the event and apologize to my finger, I bought a mug. Because I work near the MOMA Design Store and it tempts me every morning and afternoon.



Currently Reading: "The Fountainhead" by Ayn Rand

That's right, I'm now in New York in a wonderful apartment that has been secured against the entry of any and all New York City water bugs. The above picture is the room that Sarah and I share. It has lovely high ceilings and a small ledge that we promptly lined with miscellaneous crap.



I'm glad to have a roommate again, it got kinda lonely in Ann Arbor all by myself for the spring. Although she's currently harassing me about not really liking shortbread cookies. Well Sarah, you can kiss it.



Today I went for a journey (much longer than expected) to find where my job is. I managed to get lost at every step of the way and what might have been a twenty minute trip ended up being an hour of wandering around Chinatown trying to get my bearings. Apparently the Q train is not the same as the N train. Good to know. Oh yeah, I also temporarily screwed up my credit card in one of the ticket kiosks because I got confused about which area code I should enter. So my Dad wasn't too happy 'bout that...

Currently Reading: "The Fountainhead" by Ayn Rand

Tada. Apparently this is the 100th post on my blog. Woo hoo.

The picture is of my parents when they were my age. As my mom so wonderfully reminded me on my 19th birthday, they met when she was 19. Well thanks Mom, I know I'm a little bit past my prime now at age 20 but you really didn't need to bring it up. But isn't the picture cool? I mean my mom's shorts are just... yeah.

I'm sitting in my room listening to the rain and hoping that please it won't be hailing because my car is sitting out in the driveway because if I wanted to park anywhere else I would not be home now because I would still be walking back. Lots of becauses in there...

I turned in my final paper for the spring which means... I'm free to read what I want again!!! YAY! And so, I will now proceed to not study for my physics exam, opting instead to start reading the following:

Currently Reading: "The Fountainhead" by Ayn Rand

(Get used to it, that one's gonna be there for a while because it took me forever to read "Atlas Shrugged")

Yes, the pigs are flying and I'm wearing makeup. My mom has dictated that I will wear makeup whilst working at Donghia and so I have complied. I'm glad Sarah's around to help me out with this thing because I honestly have no prior experience with makeup. So what do we think? Does it look good (or at least ok)?

Currently Reading: in between books at the moment

I'm playing with photoshop tonight, expect more images...

And I intend to live in them. Somehow.

Currently Reading: "Lord of the Flies" by William Golding

So I'm sitting here making up an iTunes playlist for the mood I've been in lately. To explicate that a bit, I've been wanting to listen to a few songs over and over again but I'm too lazy to scroll through my iPod and find them one by one (yes, I know that sounds pathetic). So I'm making this playlist and I'm noticing that a lot of the songs are kinda love songs. Now, this could be because lots of songs are about love, period. Or it could be because I keep wishing that I'd meet some guy that actually likes me. Spring makes me wish I was in love. How corny does that sound?

Btw, songs I'm fixated on:
"I Will Follow You Into the Dark" Death Cab for Cutie
"Kingdom Come" Coldplay
"The Only Night" Ian Love
"Naked As We Came" Iron and Wine

Hmm, just noted that three of those are actually about love and dying. Cheery.

Currently Reading: "Lord of the Flies" by William Golding (I have to write a paper on it)