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Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Laurel Highlands, PA Backpacking
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Tuesday?
Holy Crapola! Is it Tuesday for real? Sheesh time is flying by I tell you. I'm in school three nights a week, well in class. But I'm usually at school 4 and sometimes 5 nights a week trying to finish up draftings for an architecture class I'm taking. It's fun and challenging and I'm loving it. Having a fine arts background it's taken a lot of effort this last almost 2 months trying to wrap my brain around all the lines, radius', and angles that are being required of me. But I'm doing really well and I'm loving the challenge. My major is architecture, not sure I ever mentioned that, and I'm one of a handful of females in the program. In the architecture class I'm taking now I'm actually 1 of 2 females in a class of around 20 men-it's thrilling I tell ya! All that testosterone floating around. I can almost see the estrogen floating off of me and the other gal's backs fighting for our position in the architecture field...whatever I'm just being silly, well kind of.
Something that made me chuckle about the Red Beast is that some of the guys in my architecture class were talking about their trucks and the size of their tires and a bunch of other stuff that I can't remember. And all I could think was, "Oh my god am I really a witness to this conversation?" I felt like they should have just pulled their penises out and compared them or something. But then I got the Red Beast and seriously I laughed when I first saw it because of the pure irony. And what's even funnier is that I love the truck (does that mean I'm a truck woman?) I took it over to my parents the other day and I swear my dad had drool running out of the side of his mouth and he got all shakey and stuff. He informed me that my truck was bigger than his and that I was driving the truck he wanted. My mom just bowed her head and started shaking it from side to side saying something like, "oh shit."
I backed into a large beam in the parking garage at school last night, the truck is ginormous. I scurried around to see what I did...it was fine, amazing beastly character that truck of mine.
Something that made me chuckle about the Red Beast is that some of the guys in my architecture class were talking about their trucks and the size of their tires and a bunch of other stuff that I can't remember. And all I could think was, "Oh my god am I really a witness to this conversation?" I felt like they should have just pulled their penises out and compared them or something. But then I got the Red Beast and seriously I laughed when I first saw it because of the pure irony. And what's even funnier is that I love the truck (does that mean I'm a truck woman?) I took it over to my parents the other day and I swear my dad had drool running out of the side of his mouth and he got all shakey and stuff. He informed me that my truck was bigger than his and that I was driving the truck he wanted. My mom just bowed her head and started shaking it from side to side saying something like, "oh shit."
I backed into a large beam in the parking garage at school last night, the truck is ginormous. I scurried around to see what I did...it was fine, amazing beastly character that truck of mine.
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