Roots

Hey I just made a realization.

My buddy asked me why I wanted to do civil environmental engineering and what my life plans are and I said the same thing I always do, "I want to be able to do something I feel good about."

He continued to ask me more questions like "what is my career plan" and  to be honest I didn't know, not one clue... then  a few weeks later we were at a graduation party were everyone was a year younger than us and we felt a little out of place. As we talked standing off to the side of the party I realized the engineering will be my root.

I have always love to find new interests maybe even more so than settling on one, so really I am so confuse about my career and I really don't want to feel trapped into some job with some company just for the money and feeling of belonging. I want to start something of my own, but to do that I need to grow more, and engineering will be my root, its as good as any, right?








Also you should listen to Dr. Clint that boi is ballin!!!!!! ask me and I can send you some of his EP with Young Lashes



Signed Dr. Clint, I mean mister pasta and sause

Oregon Trail

Hey Ryerson and Grandma,
I like how these are pretty much personal letters to both of you that the whole internet could read but probably doesn't.

So I got this idea for a movie a while ago, here it is:

OREGON TRAIL

    It's is about this guy in Missouri who is a newly wed and works at a printing press in the 1840's, but its uses modern acting because it is a comedy.
Early on in the story the protagonist gets fired from his job because he pulls a prank on the company so that they lose credibility, or something like that. He doesn't know how to approach his wife about this, so he decides to runaway from his problems, but how will he? Then because of his job at the printing press he heard about people traveling the Oregon Trail and the potential profits. So he convinces her, but she is not very happy about this though . Anyways, they will travel encounter obstacles like forging rivers, the pony express which will be like a gang, native american tribes, winter and other things.

I don't predict that I will actually write this but, I thought I'd spread the idea... anyone can take it if they want, just put my name in the credits of the movie.


short post... just saying
Bye

If the World Ended Tomorrow... But Didn't

So I was thinking about what if literally everyone in the entire world was convinced that the world would end in a week, but then when the time came the world didn't end?

I thought that there are two potential outcomes.

There is chaos, or there is peace.

I guess I can imagine the peace because I understand the feeling of appreciate everyone would have for the present.

I guess the thing is that it seems like most people care more about the future than the present... Well, the present is the future; if you never enjoy the the present because you are worried about the future, you can never really enjoy life.

One of the biggest lessons I have learned in college, it to try no
t to worry about every thing going wrong. Plan but be confident and calm. Worry doesn't make one produce better.

I think the lifestyle for me is enjoying the present by living in the moment by not worrying so much about the future. All time is important, each  unit time has the same amount of your life that you need to develop in understanding who you are. The thing is I care about  and work towards a great future because that is so much time in my life, but I don't want it make me currently oppressed.

 I worried so much and high school, and I'm glad that now I am much more able to use anxiety to make me try to find solutions.

Yester-night it snowed and It was so cinematic how the clouds made the night sky bright as white powder flakes fell from the sky. An it was midnight, so we just went out and had a snowball fight on camps with these guys from Manchester. Then I made it to my 8 am class the next day and it was a pretty good class. So, the present and the future were both good in the present, I'm so thankful I have has so much joy in my life.

I feel like I am just writing in a diary except anyone can read this online... we\ll this just got weird.
... so probably going to stop now.

Signed
Mister Pasta

#19

1) I guess when I try to write I just like to let things flow
2) I really like writing blog posts because it feels like writing elegant letters to ghosts
3) I started this blog because my girlfriend decided to make one last year and I wanted to see if could out blog her
4) I have never seen Pulp Fiction, Reservoir Dogs, the end of Inglorious Bastards, Clockwork Orange, Animal House or Independence Day

So here's a place to start:
I only wrote one other blog post since I have began my education at Northeastern University, I would think I would be bummed about this, but instead, I am happy; I can only go uphill from here, probably. I think I use commas more than  periods. Did you know that Bigger words grab people's attention! Smaller words do not* 


When I decided I was tired o studying for engineering design, which is gonna be easy and isn't till Thursday (I had Chem in Monday and Calc today {Tuesday}), and I decided to have a blog session, I clicked on "edit blogs". There were 3 blogs that I never finished, so one day if i ever feel important I will release them.

Alrighty, now for today's topic: Reflections.


It is the first finals week of my college career, and as I studied for Chemistry and Calculus and spent many quiet hours in the library i felt many undisclosed thoughts rush past my brain. Some thoughts were "fuckkk I don't know how to test this series for convergence, shit how can I learn this i'm gonna fail I don't even know where to look!", and other thoughts were like, "oh yeah, it converges by the limit comparison theorem... That was easy, pretty dumb that I was freaking out about it but then figure it out in two minutes. Luckily, this is the quiet floor so that I could only panic in my head and not look like and idiot." But, the one thought I had the most was, "damb that semester went by sooo fast!"

I remembered that at the beginning of the semester I was laying in my bed after the first two days and I couldn't sleep also I was kinda nervous of falling off of my lofted bed (If i fell off, there is a good chance I would break my back because my desk is under my bed but half of it just out so if half of me fell on the ground while the other hit the desk {kidding the chance wouldn't be that high. Also I haven't fallen off yet}) Anyhow... I thought, this is awesome but I feel like I have spent a month here! (because everyone did so many things)
Then I am in the middle of an email, damb I get distracted easily. One second, let me finish my email.
Then, 3ish weeks went by at that pace and then time went by exponentially more quickly until the rate of change of time speed reached zero but it was still moving pretty fast but not increasing.


In order to make this blog post have more academic and statistical value, I decided to take a survey and see how the passage of time felt for Northeastern first year students, and all of them has similar experience of slow time at first then really fast time. Unfortunately my sample size was three people so be can not reject any null hypotheses, there for don't pay attention to what I wrote because it must be long.


"Why is he telling us this?"- current readers  
Hey, don't doubt my reasons!

Well I realized that when we reflect it is usually at the end of a movement of our life. For me this movement is the end of my first symester ( I like to spell it like that). Realizing this I started to wonder why we make "movement" or "chapters"in our head is it because humans love organizing things, or because we know change is coming? why are we so obsessed with the future and the past (not in a bad way), as living organisms it seems naturally we would be more caught up in the current? Even if our surrounding change arent we still the same person?


That didn't all make sense but bare with me
SO, I think the reason why we split up our lives is because of the entertainment we have movies, tv, shows, sports music. (Changes of season, chapter, character development, building of climax, rising and falling tension)
     What I'm saying is in order to make life more exciting we view it as an outsider looking in, seeking entertainment!


Or


Maybe, it's the opposite, entertainment is based off using the way the viewer sees the world to excite the audience.


Thank you,
 This has been a team production of Mr. Pasta and the Sause


and the sauce 
































also if any typographical errors disrupt a joke I was trying to tell email me aat thong.j@husky.neu.edu and I will tell you the joke


















*Just kidding

Umbrellas

I don think anyone has ever created a hand-held umbrella that can withstand wind and rain for more than three uses.
The fucking wind always pushes it up the other way and then the metal branches break, or the tarp covering gets ripped off the frame or the top just detaches from the metal rod.

Sooooo maybe I should make it my life goal to make a good quality umbrella? if mastering mandarin doesn't work out.... So It would cost maybe 60 bucks, a lot I know, but it would be life time guaranteed so if it breaks you will get another one for free. Better than buying 7 dollar ones that break in a day.

And how they would be good quality is they wouldn't"t bend with the wind, or maybe they would, but they wouldn"t break with the wind, because if you make them to rigid they will snap, but to flimsy and they wont work.o ro maybe make it have two one covering that bends but breaks the wind pressure and one that is rigid to keep you dry. Or maybe it would let wind pass though on the dry side so that it won"t get bent, but the otherside somehow won't let water in.... or maybe I'm looking at this problem all wrong, I'm trying to make a better umbrella but really I need to make a better device to keep me dry.


There wasn't really a good point of writing all that, but I did it because I haven't written in a while!
And it thing writing is important.
Writing is a way for us to preserve our past, preserve who we once were, because going back to read ones own past writing is like taking a look into small section of ones own mind.

I miss my dog Charlie. HE IS SO COOL!
When I think about his its like, "Damb, we hired this wild animal to like in our house and be excited and sleep!"
He's so fuzzy...  he would die really easily in the wild... to nice.

Signed Mr. Pasta

Tone

This isn't all about tone

It's all about me feeling unproductive and needing to do something before bed :]

That smile,":]", doesn't describe me right now, yet it isn't ironic. It is only a filler.

So I guess I'll begin with a story. Trying to get blood to flow.

I don't really have a story, but I notice that people generally like to stick to the same group of people when then hangout, but I really like to jump around and hang with different people different days.
So I really like hearing different people seeing different perspective and all that, but almost every group of people always mentions my voice and what I say. "Why do you talk lie that?... where do you get these ideas...What the fuck is this even coming from"
Dude I guess I just say what i think, I mean obviously I don't say everything, but I'm very open. I just have to wonder is it better to blend in or be myself.
I've always though obviously being myself is better, but does being so open encroach on other's happieness?

I guess that was a bit melodramatic. but I need to get the idea out of my system.
Really people are great and nice here and I have been having a really good time:)

I realized the fried food is like pop music. simple and really easy to like, but if you have too much you get sick of it

Why do I even write this.......... for myself, I guess
Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahggggggggggggs

Signed Mr. Pasta and the Sause

PS: My grandma is a writer and when I write I wonder if she get in a "zone" or "stream of thought" in the way I do. Maybe it's genetic... except she cares about spelling and grammar (Thank god for spell check).... and making good literature.

Northeaster, Boston, New stuff, New life

     7:20 never felt earlier than it did this morning.
I've been having classes since last Wed (which are pretty good, if you were going to ask) and I have 8am classes every Mon,WedandThursday.
     
      Even when I've been going to sleep at a reasonable hour waking up is kinda like. fuck.... not FUCKKKK but  fuck, I'm really tired and I have a few minutes let me just sleep (but then I imagine waking up in a panic and its 8:10! I jump off my lofted bed grab my bag, jump out the window of the fourth floor with an awful landing and then sprint across campus{almost get hit by a car} and I'll worry I'm looking like a maniac. then I get into class and it's like a bad dream in a dumb teenage movie. I try to quietly sneak into the classroom but the professor calls me out and the entire class glares at me is a way that says "look at this kid, what an IDIOT" and then the professor says in a thick Indian accent "class, this is the example of the worst student you can be. Look he's so dumb he didn" even comb his hair" then everyone laughs, "and! He's Naked!") yeah one of those kinda dreams.

    Really though I've been getting to all of my classes on time don't worry. Also I think I rocked my calc test this morning.
    So, my chem class is probs the boringest
    Calc is ok, early but It keeps me on my feet
    I like my engineering design clas we learn how to use AutoCAD and SolidWorks and the professors good (Also we were learnign about the Wright brothers, holy shit! They were fucking bicycle mechanics who didn't go to college and then they were really creative and methodic and they fucking invented the airplane!)
    Then, my Pop music, Sexuallity and Globalization class is really interesting (Music Impreialism, interesting stuff)

Boston is pretty awesome place! There is aways stuff going on, and It's a lot cleaner then NYC haha. But the NYC subway is oipen 24 7 (the T closes down at 12:30 {the Boston version of the subway})
Yeah, there are a few festivals going on this Saturday, should be fun.



Soooo Ryerson, How is Senior year?


Ps: Hi grandma, how are you






Did anyone notice most of this blog was in parentheses?

Signed Mr. Pasta  (probs shoulda profff read this)