In no particular order:

A blameless being left the door unlocked one night. Then the next morning, I awoke to Asian chatter. My aunts had broken into the apartment. To one sister, it was confusing and then hilarious, to the other, it was infuriating and then tolerable. There was a day when I saw a woman's flip flops embellished with grapes. I thought, "That's an awesome idea." Someday I will configure my own flip flops to function in that way. I walked out of the train one day and an elderly religious woman was yelling and scolding everyone for not fearing God and taking His pamphlets. It's an everyday thing, but I was expecting to at least walk down the stairs first. I signed up for a wood lathe class. It was great. It was fun. I had tacos and horchata in Sunset Park that day after class, and I tried beef tongue for the first time. It was deliciously more tender than other cuts of beef, but I could only imagine in the back of my mind a cow with its tongue hanging out. A lot of the time I've been imagining the live animal in the back of my mind while eating it's dead meat. It's been throwing me off my meat game lately. Well we walked through the actual Sunset Park after the tacos, apparently the highest point in Brooklyn and a beautiful place to watch the sunset. The sun had already set at the time, but we walked through and then passed a cemetery. Cemeteries in New York are never scary. They're beautiful to walk through in the daytime and they transform into glowing meadows of magic at night, well, only when it's humid outside and the fireflies come out. I've come across a myriad of bug species here that I don't encounter in Arizona. First of all, roaches, roaches, and roaches. Then I think I rolled over a centipede with the computer chair. I turned around and the bugger was twitching. Slugs don't bother me as much. Their slime trails are real. Really fascinating. Metaphor or not, for all these creepy crawly demons in the world, there's always the fireflies to look forward to. Outside of that cemetery, we found an excerpt from  a mystery person's journal. In summary it went like this: "I can't have a close relationship with my Mom. One time my aunt was comparing me to my cousin and saying mean things about me. She didn't bother to defend me. One time, my Mom started dating this guy who smoked. I didn't like it and I asked him to stop smoking in the house and he told me to wear a breathing mask. She didn't even bother defending me. I can't fully trust her emotionally or economically. My parents have been divorced for 26 years." *turned over the page of this sad, sad note* "MUSIQA = MUSIC."

Pics or it Didn't Happen

 Why do I have to stifle laughter when I see a child crying?

Uhm, am I still in New York?

Tour of Michelle's apartment.

Eggs in toast: V for Vendetta-ing it.

Defacing the face of music.

Thank you, mommy for sending me muh rain boots.

OHMAGUHHHH:

Skoiloine.

Is this tile MORE likely to trigger a seizure?

The view of my walk to work. Lurv it.

Welcome to the office!

It's obviously complete.

Cooper Union Student Architecture Thesis Show:

I could only think of how to sneak away with the box.

"Nowadays, every one-legged Chicana lesbian who demands a show gets one."

Duh. But what this gotta do with a masters thesis?

Inside Cooper Union. Sweet, but daunting staircase.

Beers with the office cr3w. 

It makes me look like I had more than one, eh?

I color code floorplans and think about 

Sandra Bullock movies at this internship of mine.

Tango in da park. Nobody broke any hips.

"I'm a meat and potatoes kind of guy."

-My Disney's Hercules collectible plate 1997

The water harp at Prospect Park. Such a tease.

She killed a child. And she proud.

WOW, BUT I--

R.I.P. Magical Firefly

I saw my first firefly the other day. We were walking back from the laundromat and from my peripherals (I have awesome peripheral vision) I saw something ignite and then extinguish like a dying match. I thought it was my imagination and then I saw it again. and again. and again. I was beyond excited.

With that said, Michelle killed a firefly today. The only godsend in this apartment died by the foot of Michelle. All hope for these living quarters is lost. Pictures to come. Someday. Pictures of my life, not the mangled body of the poor bioluminescent creature.

I need a new prescription...

...because errthang starting to blur! One day I get an email that the work I did was good enough to show a client the next, I'm spending 8 hours hatching rectangles in AutoCAD. There was a day that I walked by a funeral home. Nobody outside was crying. There was another day I looked a bum in the eye. Today I attended an event on Greene St. With the vp of Houzz. The most interesting thing was the lady behind me talking about her weekend producing 4 rendered elevations, 3 floor plans, etc etc etc by Monday. She got not sleep, she was really tired, and it sounds like this is going to be the rest of my life after school ends. I walked from Greene st. Through the east village, through the lower east side, along the east river, and up to Grand Central Station because until grand central station, there was not a train in sight. It rained. It was beautiful. The sun was setting, the hipsters were nowhere in sight, and these kids threw their pizza trash on the ground 3 yds away from a trash can. I had a feeling I wasn't in the best part of town, but there were a bunch of joggers so I had to be safe. It was a little eerie walking along the freeway and past a few shipyards that didnt seem to fit. Pictures to come since visuals are always better than the words UNLESS WORDS CAN BE SO BEAUTIFUL THAT THEY ARE INDEED THE VISUALS.