studio to a halt .

It's Wednesday, but not just any old Wednesday. It's Final Review Wednesday for architecture. All of the hard work, all of the sleepless nights, all of the missed-out-on fun, all of the energy drinks and cups of coffee. 8 or 10 weeks of hard work on one single project, and it's all for this one day, this review in front of about 3 or 4 people, that will criticize you, tell you all the things you did one, and maybe if you're lucky, praise you a little bit.

Seems a bit ridiculous doesn't it? Welcome to architecture.

easter sunday .

Okay, well I was going to talk about Easter Sunday on the day for Sunday, but I guess I got so wrapped up in catching up on blogs that I forgot about it, and we can't move Music Monday, now can we? So here I am talking about Easter Sunday.

Music Monday #14

I happened to discover dabears awhile back when I was in the market for some house music. I've already talked about these guys and have dished out the site where you can pick up the music (it's free too!). But this week has been all about the newest mix up, Devious.

lose yourself .

Take a moment today to stop and think. Take a moment to just BE. Take a moment to listen to the birds, feel the wind across your back, and the sunshine on your face. Walk around barefoot and feel every crack in the sidewalk, every blade of grass, and every ounce of asphalt that you walk on. Take in the blue sky, and the rustle of the trees.

And maybe for once, lose yourself.

the hardest time ever .

I was thinking about the difficulties we encounter over the course of a lifetime a few days ago. How some people have it way harder than I do. And how others are lucky enough to coast by without many problems. But if asked what the hardest most difficult and emotional time in my life to date was... I'm not sure if I would have an answer. There are several things that come to mind -- one being involved in the funeral process of my grandfather.

growing up .

Let's take a moment to travel back in time about 15 years -- for most of us, that was about the time kindergarten was starting. Life was carefree -- and school was only half a day. I could come home and have lunch ready made for me, and plan the rest of my day to include hopscotch, riding a tricycle, or watching television. Homework was few and far between, and almost more fun was had at school than was had at home. I could play with matchbox cars, mess around with lincoln logs, or something else.

But all of that has to end at some point. And in the blink of an eye, I'm in college, attending a university after completing elementary school, middle school, high school, going through the application process, finding the right career for me, dating various people, and just living life.

don't read a book by its cover .

I think it's safe to say that it's easy to judge someone by the way they look before you actually know them. We all do it, and anyone who says they don't is either a saint or a liar. But why is it so easy? How did this judgmental sentiment arise? And why is it so easy and so prevalent?