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Hibbijibbiadfl;asdf/....
It's only been seven days and yet a shit ton has happened. Granted, all good or atleast nothing disastrous but whatever, the weekend is almost here. Probably the biggest news of late is my recent trip to Boston that probably should have never happened. This is going to be a long story so I've decided to break it into two parts.
BOSTON: PART I
Needless to say I waited too long to get tickets and was expecting to either drive to Boston or head home with the rest of the FP gang. As luck were to have it, my relatives in Boston were nice enough to not only house me free of charge and feed me, they were even going to pay for my plane ticket. The catch was, I wouldn't know if I had a ticket until 7 hours before the plane flight I wanted to get on took off -- more than 14 hours AFTER everyone else from FP left for home. SO. Stay in East Aurora, take a gamble and see if I get a ticket OR play it safe and go home. I chose the former and all the interstellar moons must've aligned cause I got a ticket at 1 am and headed out only four hours later, and two hours of sleep.
I left that morning w/o remembering that my roommate had parked his car behind mine and feeling guilty of having to wake him up at 4 am to such a menial task, decided to take care of it myself. I basically reversed off-roaded into my front lawn and over the curb. Sounds easy but I had to dodge both the apple tree and my light post (which I nearly hit) -- all without being seen by the security guard who's post/shack/tower was only half a block from my house and in clear view. Regardless, started driving with only the knowledge provided by Mapquest on a sheet of 8.5 x 11 piece of paper having never been to the Buffalo Airport, in the dark even less. Well, as I was driving, expecting an easy 30 minute ride to the airport I found out my car was nearly empty and had remembered that she had been running on fumes for days -- again another victim to my laziness. Desperately trying to find a gas station, I was met with darkened station after darkened station until I luckily came across a Sonoco on some abandoned truck way. Guh. Crazy.
I get to the airport, park, do the security shuffle, plane it up -- one flight and hour inhaling the smelly to-be-running Boston Marathoner next to me, I arrived. Took the T for the first time all by myself to Washington Square along train C on the outbound Green Line. This probably means nothing to people who haven't lived with accessible public transit (a hUUGe mistake for society) including myself, but to make a point short -- I made it. My first move after conquering the urban jungle and making it to Brookline? Sleep of course. I only slept 2 hours cut me some slack. This is where I'll end cause I still stink from my run, fingers are sticky, haven't showered or ate, an insect just crawled into my keyboard and hasn't come out yet (i'll get him), and my parents are planning to call me which I hope to avoid by showering... Til then. Photos.
PHOTOS:
My relatives' cat Baby Sweetie. Don't be confused. She's old as shit. I couldn't resist shooting her on the back porch, the lighting (and the weather for that matter) was beautiful and she is, I'll admit, a beautiful cat. She got really really irritated though, as you could probably see if I posted the progression of photos I took of her. One of them she pawed at my camera cause I got too close and personal.
The supa sweet stairwell on the back porch. It's disorienting as hell, but I do love spiral staircases -- and fire poles.
My cousin Gia's products being released! She's a graphic/industrial designer for Cross Pens in Rhode Island and was kind enough to drop by and visit me. She took me on a short tour of Cambridge while she was there and wanted to take pictures of her new line (pens, leather cases, planners, journals, etc.) that she just finished. She ultimately is reponsible for helping me choose my career. She's too nice.
Her packaging that she designed. Me: "So packaging's hard?" Gia: [just stares...angrily stares...]
Gia.
Those are her pens!
This one is for Amalia. I met up with my two HS buddies and took me on a tour of their school. Some po-dunk lame community farm school named Haaa-vad or whatever they say in Boston. Anyways, this one, as a practical joke, is supposed to be designed after an old-school polaroid camera. This angle is as if the camera was seen from behind. Can you see the viewfinder?
Ok, case in point of Harvard's ridiculousness. This is their freshman lunch hall -- complete with busts, chandaliers and oh yeah, signed portraits of 15+ American presidents. Hogwarts has nothing on this, except maybe its transparent ceiling.
Chris and Marc took me to Harvard's prime make-out spot on the 13th floor of the Psych building. I said I would come here to appreciate the view, but I was cut off by the two shaking their heads and saying "No Ming. Just making out."
Marc Luff. I felt bad for him, hours earlier he had just lost a lightweight race against Dartmouth and so he was feeling pretty bummed as you can see. But it was ok, I bought him a few beers at a local pub and we both got insta-buzzed pretty quickly.
Ma feet. At the station. Waiting for the T.
Yeah. I punched a window cause the train took too long.
Mimes. Mines. Minh. ZOMBIES.
AHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHA [cough cough cough] AHAhhaahaa...
Ah. You Harvard kids you. Honestly I'd be more impressed if this was outside the med school or something, not outside their music conservatory. LAME.
Hibbijibbiadfl;asdf/....
It's only been seven days and yet a shit ton has happened. Granted, all good or atleast nothing disastrous but whatever, the weekend is almost here. Probably the biggest news of late is my recent trip to Boston that probably should have never happened. This is going to be a long story so I've decided to break it into two parts.
BOSTON: PART I
Needless to say I waited too long to get tickets and was expecting to either drive to Boston or head home with the rest of the FP gang. As luck were to have it, my relatives in Boston were nice enough to not only house me free of charge and feed me, they were even going to pay for my plane ticket. The catch was, I wouldn't know if I had a ticket until 7 hours before the plane flight I wanted to get on took off -- more than 14 hours AFTER everyone else from FP left for home. SO. Stay in East Aurora, take a gamble and see if I get a ticket OR play it safe and go home. I chose the former and all the interstellar moons must've aligned cause I got a ticket at 1 am and headed out only four hours later, and two hours of sleep.
I left that morning w/o remembering that my roommate had parked his car behind mine and feeling guilty of having to wake him up at 4 am to such a menial task, decided to take care of it myself. I basically reversed off-roaded into my front lawn and over the curb. Sounds easy but I had to dodge both the apple tree and my light post (which I nearly hit) -- all without being seen by the security guard who's post/shack/tower was only half a block from my house and in clear view. Regardless, started driving with only the knowledge provided by Mapquest on a sheet of 8.5 x 11 piece of paper having never been to the Buffalo Airport, in the dark even less. Well, as I was driving, expecting an easy 30 minute ride to the airport I found out my car was nearly empty and had remembered that she had been running on fumes for days -- again another victim to my laziness. Desperately trying to find a gas station, I was met with darkened station after darkened station until I luckily came across a Sonoco on some abandoned truck way. Guh. Crazy.
I get to the airport, park, do the security shuffle, plane it up -- one flight and hour inhaling the smelly to-be-running Boston Marathoner next to me, I arrived. Took the T for the first time all by myself to Washington Square along train C on the outbound Green Line. This probably means nothing to people who haven't lived with accessible public transit (a hUUGe mistake for society) including myself, but to make a point short -- I made it. My first move after conquering the urban jungle and making it to Brookline? Sleep of course. I only slept 2 hours cut me some slack. This is where I'll end cause I still stink from my run, fingers are sticky, haven't showered or ate, an insect just crawled into my keyboard and hasn't come out yet (i'll get him), and my parents are planning to call me which I hope to avoid by showering... Til then. Photos.
PHOTOS:
My relatives' cat Baby Sweetie. Don't be confused. She's old as shit. I couldn't resist shooting her on the back porch, the lighting (and the weather for that matter) was beautiful and she is, I'll admit, a beautiful cat. She got really really irritated though, as you could probably see if I posted the progression of photos I took of her. One of them she pawed at my camera cause I got too close and personal.
The supa sweet stairwell on the back porch. It's disorienting as hell, but I do love spiral staircases -- and fire poles.
My cousin Gia's products being released! She's a graphic/industrial designer for Cross Pens in Rhode Island and was kind enough to drop by and visit me. She took me on a short tour of Cambridge while she was there and wanted to take pictures of her new line (pens, leather cases, planners, journals, etc.) that she just finished. She ultimately is reponsible for helping me choose my career. She's too nice.
Her packaging that she designed. Me: "So packaging's hard?" Gia: [just stares...angrily stares...]
Gia.
Those are her pens!
This one is for Amalia. I met up with my two HS buddies and took me on a tour of their school. Some po-dunk lame community farm school named Haaa-vad or whatever they say in Boston. Anyways, this one, as a practical joke, is supposed to be designed after an old-school polaroid camera. This angle is as if the camera was seen from behind. Can you see the viewfinder?
Ok, case in point of Harvard's ridiculousness. This is their freshman lunch hall -- complete with busts, chandaliers and oh yeah, signed portraits of 15+ American presidents. Hogwarts has nothing on this, except maybe its transparent ceiling.
Chris and Marc took me to Harvard's prime make-out spot on the 13th floor of the Psych building. I said I would come here to appreciate the view, but I was cut off by the two shaking their heads and saying "No Ming. Just making out."
Marc Luff. I felt bad for him, hours earlier he had just lost a lightweight race against Dartmouth and so he was feeling pretty bummed as you can see. But it was ok, I bought him a few beers at a local pub and we both got insta-buzzed pretty quickly.
Ma feet. At the station. Waiting for the T.
Yeah. I punched a window cause the train took too long.
Mimes. Mines. Minh. ZOMBIES.
AHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHA [cough cough cough] AHAhhaahaa...
Ah. You Harvard kids you. Honestly I'd be more impressed if this was outside the med school or something, not outside their music conservatory. LAME.
