My Fingers Won't Be The Same After This
Hello Lovelies!
So, if you're thinking what I think you're thinking, don't! Get your dirty minds out of the gutter, sillies. If that wasn't what you were thinking-congrats! You are a good, moral thing.
Now, yesterday was quite the day for me, and K I guess, since she was there for all the important stuff. Yesterday we went to the Phoenix Center in Pontiac MI because I needed to do some sketches for my VisCom class. I brought K along because I needed a buddy. So, Pontiac. It's not the best place ever to be, but it's got some cool places there, like the Crowfoot Ballroom.
The Phoenix Center is basically a parking garage, and it has this cool amphitheater thing on top, so we went up there so that I could get pictures for my sketches. Obviously this required us to climb some stairs, and that was where the adventure began.
The stairs were icy and snowy, altogether bad news bears, and on top of that it was raining. We used the stairs where they were visible, but where there was snow and ice we used the railings to literally pull ourselves up the stairway.Getting back down way even more adventurous I think. There were puddles and streams everywhere, and neither of us were wearing the proper footwear for this kind of an adventure. I'm pretty sure we looked very interesting on those stairs.
The next part of the adventure didn't come until much later on that night. I had to create a mount for by BD project and I ended up using a black colored pencil for the dowel (It was late and and I was getting very creative). The cutting part of the adventure was also very creative as I was in my dorm room with nothing to really use for cutting. Therefore, I took a serrated bread knife that was very long out of our armory to use. And it was working pretty well, until I cut a chunk if my finger. Needless to say, I ended up bleeding pretty profusely.
K helped to bandage me up, and in the process got to say 'I told you so'. You see, as I pulled this large knife out of the drawer she told me not to use the knife because I would hurt myself. I believed in my ability to be safe, but that didn't last very long, and K ended up being right.
Then today I gave myself a cut on the same hand with an Exact-o knife blade that I couldn't see in my pencil box.
And that is why my fingers won't be the same after this (architecture school).
TheFabKid
So, if you're thinking what I think you're thinking, don't! Get your dirty minds out of the gutter, sillies. If that wasn't what you were thinking-congrats! You are a good, moral thing.
Now, yesterday was quite the day for me, and K I guess, since she was there for all the important stuff. Yesterday we went to the Phoenix Center in Pontiac MI because I needed to do some sketches for my VisCom class. I brought K along because I needed a buddy. So, Pontiac. It's not the best place ever to be, but it's got some cool places there, like the Crowfoot Ballroom.
The Phoenix Center is basically a parking garage, and it has this cool amphitheater thing on top, so we went up there so that I could get pictures for my sketches. Obviously this required us to climb some stairs, and that was where the adventure began.
The stairs were icy and snowy, altogether bad news bears, and on top of that it was raining. We used the stairs where they were visible, but where there was snow and ice we used the railings to literally pull ourselves up the stairway.Getting back down way even more adventurous I think. There were puddles and streams everywhere, and neither of us were wearing the proper footwear for this kind of an adventure. I'm pretty sure we looked very interesting on those stairs.
The next part of the adventure didn't come until much later on that night. I had to create a mount for by BD project and I ended up using a black colored pencil for the dowel (It was late and and I was getting very creative). The cutting part of the adventure was also very creative as I was in my dorm room with nothing to really use for cutting. Therefore, I took a serrated bread knife that was very long out of our armory to use. And it was working pretty well, until I cut a chunk if my finger. Needless to say, I ended up bleeding pretty profusely.
K helped to bandage me up, and in the process got to say 'I told you so'. You see, as I pulled this large knife out of the drawer she told me not to use the knife because I would hurt myself. I believed in my ability to be safe, but that didn't last very long, and K ended up being right.
Then today I gave myself a cut on the same hand with an Exact-o knife blade that I couldn't see in my pencil box.
And that is why my fingers won't be the same after this (architecture school).
TheFabKid
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