Pink Foam Everywhere, Don’t Talk to Me Mr.

Since we last spoke, things have gotten busier. Like WAY busier. This is largely thanks to my model making class because our assignments are all overlapping so there are always multiple things due that all take up a lot of time. The project I finished last Tuesday was replicate not one, not two, not five, not ten, but fifteen objects in pink foam. In a week. If you can’t tell, that’s a lot to do in a week. He suggested that we pick objects that relate to a theme so I decided to pick objects from my days as a busker on the streets of downtown State College. The only thing is that I thought it would be really cool do a ukulele, even though the professor said that anything too detailed or larger than a shoe box would take too long. But yeah I did it anyway.

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I didn’t do the string though because I really just didn’t feel like it.

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Here’s the setup for my presentation. I tried do make it look like it did when I played downtown, except I had some extra items so I could reach 15 objects.

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I brought my real ukulele to class since we had to have some to the items we were replicating and my professor let me play a song after my presentation! I play Can’t Help Falling In Love because it’s a classic.

I’m also working on carving four elephants out of a material called “ren foam” which is really dense foam that is more enjoyable to do than the stupid pink foam that got scratched really easily but it is still really time consuming.

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I rode my bike to Gulfstream yesterday and it was actually a really nice ride. The street I go down in pretty calm on the weekends at least and then I don’t have to wait for the dumb bus to come. SCAD really needs to step up it’s game with the buses because they are absolutely not reliable. (Hey Mom, see my cool lock?)

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The other thing due very soon for model shop class which I should really be working on (but I took the day off) is for an event that SCAD has every year called Hard Core Foam Core. All the students taking this model building class are divided into teams and tasked with building some insane thing out of foam core which we then present in the form of a song or rap during a big event. If you don’t know what foam core is, it’s like thick poster board that is paper on the outside and foam in between. Our prompt is to design a robotic exoskeleton that a person wears and it is oriented toward a specific task. So a lot of people are doing combat exoskeletons that have all these weapons attached and such. Our group is still kinda figuring stuff out and I’m hopeful they figured some more stuff out today while I wasn’t in the bench room. (For future reference, the bench room is basically like the grad studio space where we work on all our projects. Did I already say this? I don’t remember. Anyway, it’s an ok space but there are no windows. Honestly, Stuckeman was way better but you didn’t hear it from me).

Don’t worry, I wasn’t slacking on my day off. On top of all the work I’ve had to do for all my classes (and I have group projects in all three classes), I’ve been sick for the past week. I have the coughing kind of sickness that is just really annoying and throat-irritating and loud and disruptive, both to me and all the people around me. A few days ago I took a nap in the bench room because I had a meeting there later but I was too tired to work on anything. I guess my coughing and complaining was pretty bad because my classmate felt so bad that he – unprompted- offered to drive me to Kroger so I could get soup and then drove me back to my dorm. My best buddy Logan also did a nice thing and ordered me a whole pile of Chinese food to my dorm when I got back from Gulfstream (where the bench room that I am not too fond of is located). Thanks Log, you rock.

I’m still sick and coughing all over the place but I felt a lot better today so I went for a run. It was hot and sticky difficult but at least I did it. I was walking around Forsyth park afterward and a random guy started talking to me. He seemed nice enough so I tentatively chatted with him for a while. It was ok but then he asked if I liked motorcycles and I said “no” and he said “that’s too bad because if you said yes I would ask if you wanted to take a ride on my motorcycle with me”. Yeah no, I don’t think so mr. weird fat guy. I told him I had a lot of homework and gracefully exited out of that very uncomfortable situation. The best part though is that I told my parents and my mom said, “you know not to go with him if he asks you that, right? Even if he’s a nice man.” Yes, Mama I know. I’m 23 and have a well-developed distrust for most people I encounter, especially man strangers.

Speaking of parents, mine are definitely best. Is the love your parents feel for you quantifiable by the amount of Regionally specific snacks sent to you while away from home? Because my parent’s love is. And the the answer is, they love me A WHOLE LOT. This package arrived for me unexpectedly. I had complained that I was out of chips and they said that they would send me more but I didn’t think they would buy all the chips in Central, PA!
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This afternoon I returned to Forsyth park to talk to more people, but on purpose. In one of the classes I’m taking, my team project focuses on researching sustainable tourism in Savannah and part of the research involves interviewing people and asking them questions about our topic. So of course we had to talk to a bunch of tourists. It’s actually really fun to talk to people but I probably need to be a little more assertive because I didn’t want to bother anyone. I did end up talking to a number of people though. No one offered me a motorcycle ride.

Right now, I’m just chilling now and pretending that I don’t have a butt load of work that I should really be doing. Have a nice evening everyone.

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