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Finally, a fresh title to sink my teeth into. I am speaking of Dishonored of course, a game that I finally had a chance to clear in the past month or so. I had been waiting for Dishonored for a long time, and basically bought it when it first came out and managed to play it while I was in my dorm room in Urbino. Unfortunately though, while I was Italy, I discovered that it was the game that pushed my laptop over the edge and would make it overheat. So I finally managed to sink my teeth into it when I got back and managed to get a cooling mat for it. After the first couple chapters I put the game down, as I do with many of my games, and switched to a different one to see how that one suited my fancy for a while. However, in the past month, I made a pact with myself to clear all of my games that I have that I never really cleared (at least the ones with clear endings). So now I only keep five games on my laptop at any time, four games that I dive into, and one for casual play. Thus, Dishonored was reinstalled, and completed finally. WARNING: SPOILERS.

First off, I would like to comment on the beautiful environment that was created in this new world. The city of Dunwall came to life with the distinct architecture though out the entire city, the citizens that had motives, character, depth, and the way that The Outsider spoke to me. The world is huge, allowing you to take multiple paths to the same goal, making it so if I couldn’t sneak past a guard and into the lighthouse, I could scale another building and blink between roofs, and hide in dumpsters to get there. Now, I ran a “no kill” run for my first play through for a few reasons: one, my friend who had seen the game seemed skeptical of an assassin game that could be cleared without killing a soul, two, I wanted the challenge of being the city’s crusader, and three, I read some of the repercussions of killing people and decided to leave that to my “kill everyone” play through.

Going through the game, I noticed that the atmosphere stayed relatively constant: you have a person to murder or not, and you are wanted for killing the empress so you’ll be killed on site. Things were dark and grimy, just the way you’d expect a city in downfall would be. The game doesn’t get too dark though, you never have to murder your sainted mother or anything, for the most part, you are just killing people who are either A, evil or B, part of the evil machine. The environment does all of the work, and a couple of characters add to it, like Granny Rags and The Outsider.

The mechanics work like a dream, never really breaking stride in the game, allowing you to seamlessly blink across a roof, possess a rat, sneak into the building, hit a guard with a sleep dart, steal a safe code, and make it out through the fourth floor window. However, that sequence happened about the six time that I tried the mission. I give the game points for definitely being challenging when trying not to kill people. However, now that I have tried playing by killing everyone that I see, I have found the game much easier to get through. Now, that same sequence goes more like this: kill the front guard, take his key, kill the guard guarding the safe code, and walk out like a boss.

I’ve also started to experience the difference in high and low chaos now that I have started my “kill everyone” run. Playing the first assassination mission showed more rat swarms to start off with, which I know is just the beginning of the mayhem that is going to ensue. Overall, I give the game a high rating, and I’m waiting for the Knife of Dunwall DLC(s) that will be coming out (though depending on price, I may not get them, we will see).

Whatever the risk, still onward.

-The Architect

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I began my second to last week in Italy today by sleeping in and just taking the day off for the most part. When I finally get out of bed, I play XCOM for a while, trying to really improve my tactic skills. Over the course of the day, I started to get the urge to form a paintball team that would focus on tactical infiltrations and extractions. Where everyone would be in constant communication with each other through the use of a headset system or something. I feel like the whole thing would be a great way to blow off steam and improve our minds with the use of strategies. We could make a whole ordeal of the thing, turning it into a monthly occurrence where everyone gets together and performs their roles. I think it would be a great, albeit expensive, time and tradition to create. Besides that, I managed to talk to Maggie before she headed off to do her scavenger hunt again; we mainly talked about travel for the brief moment she was online, but it was still nice. I managed to read through the history and theory readings for Monday, only to find that the first one was really weird with how it phrased and displayed the “anti-city”. Darryl also told me that while I’m in Rome again, that I have to get tickets online for the exhibit that I want to see, so that was nice that he was looking out for me. I had to cancel my Thanksgiving plans to travel to Viena so I could have more time to work on my project and be able to render it. I’m hoping while I’m in town that I’ll be able to make those purchases I’ve been putting off, like getting my bowler hat and a hoodie or something with “Italia” on it, and a poster of Raphael’s mistress that they have here in the city. I’ve been feeling like I want to get in some boxing or punching bag time when I get back to the states, really just let everything out right now. Of course, that also plays into my fantasy of finding of girl that likes to fight and ultimately turns fighting together into foreplay, but of course that is merely a fantasy. Not my best one, but one none the less. I am also remembering why I exiled myself and the goals that I wanted to accomplish while exiled in Italy, and, fortunately, I have accomplished many of the goals I set out to. Worked through the recent problems I had in the states, my own addictions, my introversion that I have, stopped biting my nails, eating healthy, and making lasting friendships with people. It’s been an amazing time and I’m excited for when I get back to San Antonio and can tell the rest of my friends there about everything that I did here.

Rise and shine, it’s time to endure another history and theory lecture. They aren’t that bad, but they just don’t resonate that much with me at the moment; they don’t have much material that I particularly agree with. Also, Cecilia brought her boyfriend by the studio after class, so that was fun to watch (not). I’m trying to get better, but having that around is really counterproductive for me because it just reminds me of my codependency issues and the fact that I am currently alone. Then, during studio, I got the green light to continue with my project in more detail and figure out how the actual structure for the whole thing will actually work. After a bit of work in section, which I think look really cool, I have more or less figured out the logistics of how it all works. The rest of the night seems to be descending into beer, movies, and hopefully some actual design work, or at least some reading for history and theory. Though, it will probably just turn into me playing some more XCOM and trying to really get a hold of the strategy involved in it. On a more internal level, things are going iffy at the moment. I’m kind of lonely and have been for a while. This is partly because I have chosen not to participate in group TV watching, and because I have been trying to talk to some of my online friends more. Problems with that are that I am looking for a romantic relationship, and using the internet box doesn’t really convey that well. Now, while writing this, I can feel my anger building, and I’m not enjoying it. I’m starting to really consider taking up boxing now, or at least having the chance to punch something. I just want my life back.

Tuesday, we went out to the main piazza to meet everyone, and get the Italians mad at me again because I still don’t know enough Italian to really make a difference. We went and sketched some statues that they had plaster molds of in one of their historical offices or something. It was kind of weird. Especially when the photographer came in and started taking photos of us while we worked on our renders in the room. I did mine in “sephia” ink, even though it was just burnt senia. The day went well though, I managed to get a kebab before heading back to the studio to continue working on my project for the semester. It is turning out pretty interesting. Besides that, not much else happened besides my usual conversations with people. Though it does seem that most of my friends from Houston don’t take initiative to go and talk to me, so that’s really comforting, but hopefully that will change when I get back to the states.

Wednesday was our last history and theory class for the semester, thank God. It was very lack luster because most of us were really tired of the material and we were all really tired from working most of the night for our final pin-up. I feel like every time we have a “last pin-up” that it isn’t really the last pin-up. Afterward we had our pin-up/desk crit thing where Darryl basically told us how our structures really needed to function and be drawn. Though, it was annoying when Britta spoke; I think mainly because she has becoming increasing annoying to me, plus the fact she thinks she’s a know-it-all. Other than that, the rest of the day went well and I managed to get some rest in.

Thanksgiving was kind of fun because I didn’t have to do anything that day so I was able to sleep in until noon, at which point the guys knocked on my door and invited me to lunch. The day continued on with only a few things of interest coming up. While at dinner with everyone we discussed Eugenia constantly saying that if we stay here that she’s sorry we’ll be missing turkey and the food that normally comes with Thanksgiving. We also discussed that the girls would be completely screwed when they got back to work on their projects because we have at least 12 drawings, each on has to be drafted and rendered. Four of those drawings have been done for the most part, but still, that leaves the rest of the drawings for them to do over two and a half days. They aren’t going to make it. I continued talking to some of my friends online and got drunk on vodka (partly by accident) and eventually just passed out on the couch in the studio. I was kind of surprised because for a while before I passed out, I thought I was going to throw up at some point.

Friday was very lack luster, I slept in again, missed lunch, and basically spent the entire day working on my project. There is so much to do in these next few days that it’s pretty ridiculous, that we have started to take bets on if anyone will finish early or not.

Saturday, work.

Sunday, work. Also, the girls made it back and are conversing about their trips instead of buckling down and getting to work. I think it’ll be funny when Wednesday comes around and they are all running around franticly trying to finish their projects while the rest of us run around at a much slower speed. Also, hopefully Sarah will get her postcard soon. I can definitely tell that I am starting to get nervous; I’m starting to nibble my nails now, not bite them, but definitely getting close to it. I’m trying to keep it back and manage my time wisely.

Whatever the risk, still onward.

-The Exile

We set the stage with many millennia of history, ruins, stories, lives lost, wars won, emperors, peasants, scholars, culture, and, most importantly, architecture. We step back, glancing up at the piercing sun, squinting slightly as we recoil from the harsh glare of that which is now obscuring our view of the meeting place. We see that business continues as usual here, that men are discussing policy, while others peddle fruits and other wares, and that there are those who merely wander through. We are dwarfed by the structures around us, forcing us into awe of their majesty. We come to realize why we are here, and more importantly, where we are now.

We are in Rome. All times of Rome meshing into one coherent culture that we can experience even today if we choose to travel. My commentary on Rome for this matter will focus primarily on the current city of Rome, but I will be referencing the past for a few of the points that I will make to illustrate the complexity and power of the city. We begin our look at the city by analyzing the overall structure of the transportation system that is most prevalent for my experiences, the metro. We used the metro to get to the general vicinity of whatever we were going to go see, because you could not get too close to it due to the fact that when constructing the metro in Rome they build about 10 feet, then hit ruins that need to be excavated and evaluated for their worth. Because the metro only takes you so close to what you want to see, you are forced to walk through the rest of the city and experience all of the joys, wonders, and annoyances that Rome has to offer.

The first joy is the fact that the metro is easy to use to anyone who has a map, if you have one then you are good to go for your stay in Rome. Once you leave the metro, you have many options for what you could do next: grab a cappuccino at a local bar, wander around looking at all of the monuments and ruins, grab some pizza to walk around with, visit a fountain to relax at, or go around shopping if you like. Most of the time, we chose to get a drink at a bar and then continue on to our tours that we had planned with our professor. The wonders of the city are all around you because the entire city is many layers of ruins upon ruins upon future ruins. It’s all a great tapestry to stare at for years. The annoyances start with all of the annoying gypsies trying to sell you something useless at every corner. Every turn you make, there will be one there, trying to sell you something stupid, and they will continue to try to sell you stuff even after you’ve said no a million times.

Now that we have navigated some of the streets for the most part, we find ourselves wondering about how this city still functions in modern day society. Well, for the most part, it stays true to its old roots and keeps the Italian style of life strong. The only real addition that I feel has been made to the city is the addition of the roads to accommodate cars and other modes of transportation.

I will finish this brief analysis of Rome with just one thought: Saint Peter’s. Everyone should visit Saint Peter’s whether or not they believe the same way or not, the space is one of the most daunting spaces you will ever experience when it comes to religion. My professor railed me once for saying that many cathedrals, churches, what have you, are supposed to make you feel small and insignificant compared to the powers and grace of God. He believes the exact opposite of that and proceeded to completely disregard the conversation about Kahn, and instead voice his own personal views on the matter while shutting down that one statement I made. Experience St. Peter’s and you will definitely know what I am talking about. You will not feel close to God and it does not make you want to be close to him if this is what is meant to be brought about in his name. I won’t get too much into the religion aspect of this, but St. Peter’s is an experience.

We now look at the city of Rome and how it is dealing with architecture in the modern era of society. We went to see a few modern buildings in the Rome and found that they were either not well received or underused for the scale of them. The MAXXI is barely used and isn’t even finished as the original concept had intended for it to be, it’s only half done if anything. Designing in such dense areas of history now is becoming a great challenge. Do you try to mimic the past? That’s hard because most people don’t have the formal teaching to use classicism correctly. Do you try to contrast to the past with a very modern structure instead? Well most of those aren’t well received because they are so out of place amongst everything else that the city has. Walk two steps and you trip over a church, forum, coliseum, or other great structure; so having some giant white monstrosity next to it, doesn’t seem to make much sense either. Do we try to fuse both together to create a more dynamic structure that embraces both the past, present and future? Personally, I think this is the most appropriate way to go about designing in places such as Rome. I personally think the works of Carlo Scarpa should be looked at by anyone fortunate enough to design within Rome, that way you may make a more informed design choice.

Whatever the risk, still onward.

-The Exile

Another long time since my last update and there is plenty to get out there for everyone to read. Since my last post, we have been working on a contextual building for the city of Urbino off in one of the back streets. I basically finished it today, but that is without adding the shadows to it because I think it would just mess up the whole composition of the work. I really enjoyed how my elevation render turned out for this project, the windows really make the project pop off the page and come alive. The rest of the drawings are alright, the plan came out fine and so did the detailed elevation drawing, but the perspective did not come out the way I really wanted it to, but that’s partly because I don’t have the skill and partly because the technique I tried didn’t work with my skill level.

We went on a week-long break and all travelled around Europe hitting Amsterdam, Paris, and Milan for the most part (one group also went to Munich). We first had a seven hour delay in Bolonga where we just kind of looked around the city and then went to the airport to get on our really cheap flight to Brussels. Once we made it to Brussels though, we had to rent a car and drive to Amsterdam, which was our original plan, but it turned out to be more complicated when it came time to return the damn thing. After getting into Amsterdam, we all explored the city and picked up a few rent-a-bikes and then broke off into two groups: one would go have fun, and the other would teach me how to ride a bicycle. After that day of fun, we broke off again and I went out into the city on my own and just explored the place, which was really cool, until I stumbled into part of the Red Light District, at which point I turned around and went back the way I came. It was just kind of depressing there. Our last day in Amsterdam was spent shopping and trying to recover Camelo’s phone, which he had lost on one of our tram rides.

After Amsterdam, we took a train to Paris, where we met up with the guys and talked about our travels thus far. While we were in Paris, we stayed at some guy’s apartment that he lets travelers use some times. It was a really nice place, with a kitchen and working wifi which was really helpful whenever we needed to figure stuff out. While in Paris we hit all of the typical tourist spots, which were all amazing in their own special way, though some were better than others. We met up with some people from Rice that had spoken to the girls in Italy once and wanted to meet up, though they seemed slightly surprised when they saw Camelo and I there. We all had a really nice dinner while in Paris with them, which felt great because we hadn’t had a real sit down meal since our first night in Amsterdam. Before Camelo and I headed out of the city to go to Milan next, we hit up a local bakery by our apartment and got a lot of bread for the upcoming train ride. I got a bunch of croissants and a cookie before we ran to the train station.

Our train to Milan was a sleeper train, which was a new experience for us, but was one with mixed results. We made it to Milan around 5:30 in the morning, but during the train ride we were woken up by customs asking us what our nationality was and we didn’t get to see the Alps while we were on it. Milan was a beautiful place, and we had so much time to explore it all, though most of the buildings that we wanted to see either weren’t open to the public or didn’t exist anymore. We also did a small amount of shopping while we were there and to keep us away from our hostel. The hostel was interesting, it was run by a bunch of Chinese people who had at first lost our reservation, and then after half an hour found it. You also could not plug anything in to charge if you wanted to still have the lights on, and the shower could not be controlled, you had scalding hot water for bit, then freezing cold water for a bit. Camelo and I left on Saturday so we could have Sunday to ourselves and just relax and regain our strength after the long trip.

We made it to Pesaro in just enough time to catch the second to last bus to Urbino, which meant that we could get dinner at the cafeteria and not have to pay for a meal for once! We also caught Emily and her friend getting on the same bus, apparently they had been in Pesaro all day and were just heading back, so it was nice to have someone besides the usual group to talk to about stuff. Once we made it back to Urbino, we spent the rest of our time sleeping and using the internet, just relaxing and enjoying our time to ourselves.

I have been using eHarmony for a while now and things are looking just kind of subpar at the moment. I had been talking to one girl, but she stopped replying, and then I was talking to another girl, but she doesn’t seem to give the kind of responses that I’m really hoping for, but she did say she was shy, so we will see what happens with that. I also got a message back from Vicky, which was nice, I think it means that she doesn’t completely hate me, I think. And to finish things off, I think I might quit Facebook. Partly because I don’t give a crap about 99% of the things that go on there, partly because the people that I do talk to are only a text away, and partly because my ex-girlfriend is on there and she is still happy.

Every time I see these kinds of things I start to feel that I want to just start new, fresh somewhere else far away from here. Somewhere that no one knows who I am, and what I’ve done, somewhere that I can forget my past and just have a good life for once. I think it’s still because I need to find the person that will help me get over everything, but also because I hold onto things too much. I really need to be able to get over things and just let go of all of this crap, but of course I’m always more invested in things than everyone else is so it’s harder for me to just be free of everything.

I am still The Exile, in a foreign land, trying to gain greater vision into society and the human condition, but the exile is still a man. A man with feelings, desires, hopes, dreams, and ideals. The Exile is a hard position to be in; I must be impartial to things, look from the fringe of society and nature, endure what no one should have to endure. I can be thought of as the Giver, the one citizen who is chosen to take on the hardest part of society so that everyone else may live peacefully. I see the difference in societies, between borders, classes, races, creeds, and other bounding elements that persist. And within the society, there are smaller societies that exist, making up the larger, but with their own unique traits. Italy, as a society, has a unique feel to it, what with its more laid back personality traits and overall contentment with life. The smaller societies, or the cities, have their own feelings. Take Venice, for instance, a tourist city with generally unhappy residents because they live in a place that is so frequently visited by tourists. This constant flow of foreigners is a constant irritation and disruption to their daily lives. If we look at another society in Italy though, for this instance Urbino, we see that they love foreigners and are overjoyed to have them in their city, sharing their lives and history with everyone that comes to visit. The society, of a country, is interesting to peel apart and examine the subtle nuances and traits that they all have within them.

Again, I am The Exile, The Architect in training, The Lover with no love, The Traveler with no destination, The Man with no soul. I say to everyone out there, to be an architect is a joy and burden, one that a person does not choose lightly.

Whatever the risk, still onward.

-The Exile

The week starts off well with my history theory class going smoothly with little discussion and more of a lecture instead. Once we finished that we went on to starting our studio project for our classical courtyards, which we were all really worried about because none of us really know how to use the orders properly, so most of the rest of the day was spent working on that. On the way back to the dorms that night I was talking to Sofia and told her that I was planning on get drunk on the 21st. She asked why and I told her it would have been my anniversary then, and she told me that whatever thoughts I have I should write down to just kind of get them out of me. We’ll see if that actually happens or not though.

Today was an early morning for me since we had to go into town to meet up for our watercolor class. I went out early and grabbed some breakfast in town with a cappuccino and then sat down to start sketching one of the buildings in the main piazza. Though every couple minutes, more and more delivery trucks would park in the way, obscuring the bottom portion at first, which was alright, I could still work on the upper part. That was until a truck parked a foot in front of me and blocked the entire thing so I couldn’t sketch the thing at all from where I was. After a while I just moved and then gave up and waited for everyone to show up so we could head out to the mausoleum. Once we got to the mausoleum we did three hours of watercolors before we finally headed back into town for a quick lunch and then head back to the studio for our first Italian lesson. The lesson dragged on, and I don’t particularly like non-formal teaching for this kind of subject, it doesn’t stick very well. After that though, some of the people went to the travel agent to buy tickets for our trip to Venice next weekend that we are all apparently taking. I knew they were planning a trip, but I didn’t know if I was included because I usually work while listening to music, so I don’t hear most of their discussions. It was nice that they included me though, because I do want to go and do things. The night again descended into working on our courtyard projects before I called it a night at midnight here (first one to go to bed, I think that night) and headed back to relax and indulge my internet needs.

Not much happening stress wise so far this week, I’ve kept up with all of the readings that I’m supposed to be doing and I’ve been productive with my studio project. So I was kind of able to slowly work on my project and still finish early compared to everyone else right now. Though now John comes in and tells us we need to layout our shadow lines, but that only makes things more difficult for me because of the weird geometry of my building and the fictional sunlight. We are using a fake angle for the sun so we can cast interesting shadows, but most of my project will be in shadow save for the columns themselves.. We have our first official field trip starting tomorrow to the Veneto to study some architecture there for most of the weekend. I still need to figure out what media I’m going to use though, do I want to use my consistent felt pens or my new toy, the fountain pen? I’ve also been thinking about romance and relationships more recently, not so much my previous one, but future ones and the past of other ones instead. For the future ones I kind of muse over the ideas of an Italian fling, or a French relationship, but I don’t have much hope for those. And I just kind of fall back to thinking about my actions in the past to other people who cared about me and how that kind of burned the bridges with them. I don’t need those people in my life, but I would like to have some in my life at least a little bit, because they were good company and good conversation most of the time.

Early morning for all of us today, we had to get to the meeting spot for our trip to the Veneto so we could all catch the bus. Our first stop in the region was Verona, which was just one of the most beautiful places I have ever been. We started our tours of the city starting with the Arena which is beautiful just to see how much of it is left to see. After that we saw a few churches and then made it into a school building which had some wonderful frescos in it, though the tour was really long because they had some school official lead us through the entire school, which wasn’t architecturally relevant. The city was so alive during the day and then when we got the night to ourselves we were able to find a couple bars and gelaterias where we spent some time. The gelato place we went to had some really good stuff and a cute girl who worked there had an interesting tattoo on her hand of a musical score. After gelato we all sat around a bar and had a few drinks and talked about all of the things we had seen, but as the night progressed we started to just be more stupid and drunk (I was the first, but not the worst). The girls went off by themselves so we sent Matt with them to watch over them so they wouldn’t get raped or do anything too stupid, while the rest of us walked around the town. I had a pretty deep conversation with Camelo and the others about life and relationships and how I was dealing with things and how he had dealt with things and what he went through. It was all really good, also helped that we finished our deep conversation while lying on the banks of the river looking up at the stars. After that we all headed back to the hotel for the night, but Matt came back after a while and informed us that the girls had even more to drink after we all left, which I thought was just stupid. I knew I was already pretty drunk and they go and choose to drink more? Stupid.

The next morning we had our trip to the Castelvecchio by Carlo Scarpa where we would spend about two hours observing, sketching, and photographing. Before we went off to the Castelvecchio though, I got to see how drunk the girls had gotten the night before by seeing their reactions to the morning sun, which was one of the best things of the day for me. The Castelvecchio was just an amazing place, and even with those two hours to sketch and photograph, it was not enough to fully take in the amount of thought that went into the building. The number of lines and levels that you will experience in just the front entrance is astounding to try and grasp. It is hard to put it all into words about the experiences that you go through in the spaces that Scarpa creates, but the best one that I can think of is to explain how he placed an image of Christ. Scarpa also designed the placement of all of the pieces in the building, so that the building would create an even greater experience for those pieces of art. Scarpa placed a sculpture of the crucifixion of Christ so that when the sun was first out in the morning, it cast light right across his face, bathing the religious figure in pure light. It was breath taking. After we finished at the Castelvecchio we went on to Vicenza where we again explored the city, but when we got there we couldn’t go into the Teatro Olimpico like we had planned so we instead started our tours early and explored the city. On the bus ride over to Vicenza I started to rethink how I thought about my life and where I was in my life, I always would say that I was already 20 years old and I haven’t done much with my life yet. Now though I’m starting to think more in the realm that I am only 20 years old, and that I have so much to look forward to in my life and this is just the tip of the iceberg for me. While we were in Vicenza we had some free time so we all managed to do some shopping; I was able to pick up a new shirt and a scarf while we were there. Afterwards we all had a nice dinner and then explored the town a bit more before we all went to sleep for the evening.

We started our next and final day of our field trip by going to Palladio’s Villa La Rotonda to sketch and document the building. The building is actually quite simple in respect to the geometry that was used to create it and even for the detail work that was used on it. I was able to manage a few sections and plans of the building to help me figure out the different proportions that he used. Afterwards we went back to Urbino and all worked on our summaries that we had due Monday.

Sunday I finished my summaries, but ended up going to sleep for the rest of the day to catch up on some of my sleep after the long trip. Wasn’t a very productive day, save for the summaries, but it was a nice and restful one.

Whatever the risk, still onward.

-The Exile

So I had a really vivid dream last night, and it was a really good dream to boot. So for some reason I was wearing a tailored pinstripe suit and observing something with a group of people, I don’t know what, but I like to believe that it was some sort of demonstration or presentation concerning a well-articulated model. Then, for some reason the view is no longer mine, but instead like a camera on this set of spiral stairs going up to the second floor where I am. Going up the stairs is the red headed woman, wearing a very attractive red dress. Everything about her seems old fashioned, from her hair to how she walks for some reason. She gets to the top of the stairs and comes up to the part of the group that I’m standing in and she slowly breathes on my neck, showing off her red lipstick. It sent chills down my spine and as I turned around in my dream, I woke up. For a while after that I would still get chills when I thought about that moment in the dream. It was so intoxicating that I can barely think of things besides this woman in red. Who is she? What was she doing there? Why did she do that? Why me? How do I get into my dreams and meet this woman?!?

Besides the amazing dream, I went to the doctor today and had my usual “wait for an hour past my appointment time for a two minute appointment and then have nothing change” situation of frustration. After that I went back home and took a nap before going through all of my stuff for school and getting my packing ready.

Okay, seriously, how do I meet this woman? I can’t even make it through this damn post without thinking of her. It’s not even trying to fantasize about her, it’s just what happened in the dream.

Whatever the risk, still onward.

-The Architect

So today I woke up early to get ready for my trip that I was taking with some of my friends in Houston to Schlitterbahn and then to San Antonio. I woke up earlier than I needed to so I could get myself some breakfast and brew up some good coffee for the drive. We met up at John’s house and then took Chase’s car and my car to get there. Chase, Josh, Jake, and C.J were in Chase’s car, while John, Fails, and Brandon were in mine for the trip. I wasn’t too sure about this at first, but by the end of the trip, I was really happy that it worked out that way.

So we made it to Schlitterbahn with little trouble and got ready to have an awesome time there. We went on most of the rides that we wanted to. The most fun we had was on the wave river where we all rode the waves and then after a while I just laid back in my tube and relaxed with the waves. The last thing we were going to do was the Wolf Pack or whatever it’s called. It’s a three person ride with a really long wait. So after about two hours in line, we are third to go, and wouldn’t you guess that nature picks that moment to hit us up with some thunder and lightning. This meant that after about two hours of waiting, we didn’t get to go on it, and they were closing down the park.

We packed up all of our stuff and I bought the photo of us all right before one of the rides doing our “loads of money” dance. We left the park at that point and went to the hotel, which was about an hour away. However, once we got to the hotel, it didn’t have any power, but they said it would be back in a few hours. So we all decided to grab some dinner, but this is where things got annoying. We had agreed to go to BJ’s after a long discussion and me getting angry about what people defined as fancy food (Red Lobster and Olive Garden are not fancy). Once we got there though we found out it was packed because we forgot to check the time and the fact that it was Saturday. So we were trying to figure out another place to eat, at which point the idea of McDonald’s came up, which my car was against because we had just done so much and wanted a real meal. This led to an irritating argument with the other car, and by the end of it, they went to McDonald’s, while my car went to Friday’s (we told them there was Friday’s, but they were against that as well [what defines fancy for these fucking bastards???]).

At dinner, we decided to have a discussion about everyone in the group and the problems we had with them. This wasn’t limited to the people in the other car, but our thoughts on the people in my car (including myself). After a long discussion of things and people, I found that I liked my car full of people more than the other people, even though I’ve known them longer. We knew when to be stupid and have fun and be loud, but unlike the other car, we know when to be calm and still have a good time. We had a great time at dinner and I think we all grew closer together as friends.

After dinner, we went back to the hotel and played Munchkins and Magic for a while. After a long game of Magic, I called it a night, took a shower and then went to bed. This, however, was interrupted when the rest of the people in my room came back after finishing up and told me to get out of the bed. We had five people in our room and two beds, so I figured someone would get a cot or a sleeping bag or something similar. No. Instead, I was told that there was a chair I could sleep in, or that I would be spooned by two dudes. Their reason for basically not letting me have a bed was because they “got there first”. This pissed me off because if I had known that this would happen, I would have just gotten my own room. And the only reason they were first was because they went to McDonald’s instead of Friday’s. So I left the room and went to sleep in the other room that the other’s had. I’m going to pay John twenty bucks for using their room next time I see him.

 

Whatever the risk, still onward.

-The Architect