the absurdity of architecture explodes to its highest height today in lecture as lecturers, families of lecturers, and a student dive into a "i'm deeper than thou" debate only to be displaced by the foxtrot of a big black dog onto the stage (where, i assume, he hollered hello to the lecturer's shoes.) the final project is a bittersweet excitement for me. i'm not sleeping at all, ever. i don't think very many people understand how it's like to be an architect major on campus. when i reveal to people about my major, i usually get a sympathetic look in return with a "man, that must be tough" glimmer in their eyes. i'd hate for people to feel sorry for me so i assure to them (no matter how i feel) that it's absolute fun, and anything that they may have heard is probably most likely grossely exaggerated. not true. architecture is a motherf*cking pain. but... pain ain't nothing but change. i'm changing like no other, learning incredibly so much, and growing creatively and intellectually and emotionally. people sometimes ask me where i get all my energy from... it's simple. you go and you go and you go until you burn out, and then you rest, and then you go again. over and over. appreciate your breaths, find what drives you, and challenge your breaking point. when i used to race the 3-mile back in high school, i'd blow-out at the last leg of the race and speed and speed and speed, until i would suddenly collapse out of total utter exhaustion. let's hope i collapse somewhere after the finish line.