last week, Pellet came by my work for the first time.

now when i share stories about people that i work with, he has faces to reference!

like my boss that calls me “lynndenburg” for being such a great disaster, and my coworkers (who, btw, are close to my dad’s age) that come to my rescue with their best velociraptor impersonations.

consider that Restocking-Pony ridden

it was a quiet night at home after an exhausting day of school and work. i was checking my email for the first time all day while Pellet read the paper. without any warning, my poorly coordinated unbalanced breathing kicked in again.

Pellet didn't even bother putting the whole paper down. with little to no ounces of alarm, he just bent the corner and asked, "did you just buy something good online?"


NO.


i bought it last night. the order confirmation just arrived!


exhale exhale exhale. ok. cool. so ends my year-long pining for this incredibly handsome tool bag. all i need now are tools to fill its beautiful belly.... starting with this hammer!

my proudest body of school work to date

i have a habit of only posting design work about a year after its creation date (and on days when i am avoiding the most homework.) in my 4 and a half years of school, fall semester 09 was the only time i ever felt glad to be there.

this Ohlone Shellmound Cultural Center was from my Senior Studio Green Design class:

i was also enrolled in a furniture construction class where we designed and built our pieces from scratch. (mine wasn't nearly as awesome as my classmates' works.) it was exciting to see how everyone canoodled with their creativity by starting with the raw wood planks that we unloaded from the truk ourselves and ending up with wonderfully functional pieces.

as temporary as it was, i'm glad there was at least a small piece of my time in school where i genuinely enjoyed what i was doing. thankfully i no longer have to fear looking back on my youth and regretting my academic choices. college wasn't so bad afterall...