Random Things I've Been Thinking About

1.) I really love nature. I dunno, I just love all nature. All types. [My least favorite is snowy places, but I can endure those.] I love trees. I love grass. I love sleeping out in the sun.

2.) I have a personal space problem. I'm an extremely affectionate person with my family, hugging them and kissing them. But around friends, I can't do it. I think it's just that society likes their space. And I can't tell when it's appropriate to be affectionate either. I also think that sometimes I come off as unable to be compassionate, which isn't true.

3.) I'm going to write a series of vignettes about my [old] dorm apartment roommates. Their stories are individually so strange, so sad, so fiery. I feel compelled to write it down at some point. It would do them a great injustice not to. Truth is stranger than fiction. {"Who're you tellin'?" Yeah, thanks.}

4.) My freshman year at an HBCU made me a … hm… "more assertive" person. I think it's because I've really decided that I don't care if I hurt someone's feelings as long as I tell them the truth. I've actually told people that they're whores. [I'm a straight up G, fool. XD]

5.) I am in love with the idea of fashioning something for someone else that impacts his or her life. Hence writing and architecture.

6.) I have three "selves": the person I am in my head, the person that I project to others, and the person I really am. The person in my head looks a bit different than the person I really am, the person I project to others is a lot more practical and put-together than I really am, and the person I really am is... well, someone I keep close to my heart.

7.) I can't tell you what I learned in my first year of design studio, but I do know that I can go into an art supply store and tell you what it's all for and I know how to use 75% of what's in there. O_o random knowledge.

8.) My home life scares me a bit. I feel like we're walking a tightrope, my parents, my sister, and I. On April Fools' Day, it pretty much all fell apart, and we're still picking up the pieces.

9.) It's really hard for me to blog regularly. I have no clue why. It's also hard for me to write regularly. Or sleep or eat or watch TV regularly, actually. Oh, my life.