Shopper

I just realized one thing. I'm a comfort shopper. Like how some people like to eat when they're feeling the blues, I like to just go shopping and walk out of there with something that I like. But thankfully, though I am in love with items with price tags the size of Jupiter, I'm relatively easy to please. All that was needed to do the trick was a Disturbed shirt from the clearance section that cost me 5 bucks, and posters of Jimi Hendrix and Guns and Roses. I felt like Superman right after walking out of Volusia Mall. Seriously.

Tuesday

Today was an awesome day.

First up, I got to play with this. A smoke wind tunnel. We were running experiments to determine the relationship between the airfoil angle of attack and the stagnation point.



But me being me, when I had the controls, I did this. =)


I turned the airfoil all the way up just for laughs. But instead, the whole class got into a serious discussion about stalling properties, and back pressure. If you were at Fridays listening to my half drunk speech about aircraft stalls, you would know what I'm talking about. But to keep it simple, if your wing is at this angle, you are going to fall out of the sky like a rock.


Then, later on in the night, I attended a concert:



It was an amazing concert. I got to see two of my favorite bands live in action, and they were awesome.

Stars

These are the sounds of the night,
I'm walking home and there's no one there.
The stars are shining bright tonight,
And they're leading me into another world.

MP4-12C

Can't wait to hear the sound of that 3.8 liter V8.

Democracy

Sometimes, in a democracy, it is the very same people who advocate it who drive the leader to a path of dictatorship. A dictatorship not born out of greed, but a dictatorship born out of the need to get things done.

Bunch of donkey heads...

Desire

Some things in life are just too good to remain a concept.

11 years on, I feel like that 9 year old kid I was all over again.

Breathe

For all the times that I sound stupid and silly, for when the times my face turns a blush of red, nothing beats the pleasure derived from what comes after. If this is the result of passion, then I'm ready for all the pain that comes with it. For this is the best I can ever ask for.

No longer do I want it in my dreams. No longer do I want it to be just another mirage set in my eyes. I want it to be the lush oasis in the middle of a barren desert. I want to feel it. I want it to be real. Something tangible.

Nothing beats the sensation of feeling the breath of dreams. I know I'm close.

I want to stay here for good. This is my home now.