revelations

i think i planned to write something that would tie together this past semester and would make sense of it all. about how i had learned a little more about the brutally banal real world of architecture in practice but had still managed to be that much more optimistic about what architecture could do. how my focus had switched from this little thing called college to thinking about my future outside of school. how i felt fundamentally different about the whole thing.

well apparently somethings never change. my grades are all back and i am an average student. i tried holding a job like thousands of other students and i get fired from that. girls come and go and really were never there in the first place. i sit on my little stool thinking somehow i'm slightly different and can see things slightly clearer but in reality i've got nothing to show. it's amazing how much someone can work the system by being in the top 10% of their high school to automatically get into a good university, be in a good university and automatically get into a good firm, and god knows what else one can work oneself into. simon told me repeatedly i'm a good talker but i figure talk IS cheap and ultimately gets you nowhere. and here's the point where i digress and note that it's not that bad and i tend to exaggerate.

so in this pitstop along the great roadtrip i will find myself now not going to new orleans in order to sit here in conroe and watch tball games and hear about how my dad and his friend sold a donkey to a strip club. it really is a funny story though the summary of "my dad and his friend sold a donkey to a strip club" pretty much says it all.