Yep....
http://www.coldwellbankeratlanta.com/homes/detail.cfm?index=987405
Check out the "View vTour" to see lots of pics, including my old room, charmingly referred to as "Bedroom 3" I hope it knows it was always Bedroom 1 to me......riiiiiiiight. If you're really ambitious, look at the panoramic pics that require a little Java download to virtually stand in the middle of the old family room or the kitchen and virtually spin in circles while virtually wondering where all the furniture went.
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Monday, September 20, 2004
I've only started realizing the different feel to sophomore year. This weekend, James and I went up to study on Harbin patio, the big concrete patio in front of the dorm where all my friends lived last year. Something was seriously different from all the times the gang worked out there at a picnic table last year. Sure, you could argue that it's just weird to go work outside of a dorm you don't live in (although I actually never lived there last year), but there was something else to it as well. Last year, you'd only go out if you had a moderate amount of work to do. If you had a little work, you probably weren't worried about it yet. If you had a lot, the last place you needed to be was around other social people. But if you had that long yet marginally important reading to do over the next few days, Harbin patio was a good place to work in between the bursts of conversation. This year, it was painfully bright on the patio, not to mention the fact that I was nursing a bad hangover. So it wasn't quite as idyllic this time around. In general, the feel of this year lacks that spirit of freshman year. Sure, we're all a lot more established within friendships and organizations and maybe we have a better hold on where our lives are going, but something about last year definitely had that Keroauc feeling of "mañana". Everything could just slow down and wait. Kinda wish I could slow down now.
School this year lost that "pulling its punches" ease that some of the classes had to them (my apologies to anyone who had absolutely hellish freshman year classes). All of the sudden, the philosophy that has been ascribed to me here, that of the slacker who spends his afternoons watching movies while still turning in all his work, is failing me and I actually have to hunker down and work for hours for what seems like a small chunk of my workload. I was looking forward to coming back to school to break the monotony of the job this summer, but sometimes those long workdays don't seem so bad because when I was home, I was home and I didn't have to think about it until the next morning.
But every time I call home anyway, I hear about how another monstrous piece of furniture that had been a mainstay of my home had been taken off by one of mom's coworkers, how my room has been painted, how the realtor's sign is on the lawn. Will I have any right to be in Alpharetta when mom finally moves? I'd feel weird, even if I was staying with someone, just to drive over to North Point AMC or something. Mom's really distant on the phone now too, because she's always thinking about what else needs to be done in the house, a devotion that never seemed to exist whenever the house needed to be prepared for my friends to come over. I can't blame her, of course, but it's sad when your home is sort of moving on without you. Times like this are supposed to help you establish who you are, independent of your roots and your external connection and all that bullshit. I just want my house back.
So......yeah, I'm gonna go read about the fall of rome or something...
School this year lost that "pulling its punches" ease that some of the classes had to them (my apologies to anyone who had absolutely hellish freshman year classes). All of the sudden, the philosophy that has been ascribed to me here, that of the slacker who spends his afternoons watching movies while still turning in all his work, is failing me and I actually have to hunker down and work for hours for what seems like a small chunk of my workload. I was looking forward to coming back to school to break the monotony of the job this summer, but sometimes those long workdays don't seem so bad because when I was home, I was home and I didn't have to think about it until the next morning.
But every time I call home anyway, I hear about how another monstrous piece of furniture that had been a mainstay of my home had been taken off by one of mom's coworkers, how my room has been painted, how the realtor's sign is on the lawn. Will I have any right to be in Alpharetta when mom finally moves? I'd feel weird, even if I was staying with someone, just to drive over to North Point AMC or something. Mom's really distant on the phone now too, because she's always thinking about what else needs to be done in the house, a devotion that never seemed to exist whenever the house needed to be prepared for my friends to come over. I can't blame her, of course, but it's sad when your home is sort of moving on without you. Times like this are supposed to help you establish who you are, independent of your roots and your external connection and all that bullshit. I just want my house back.
So......yeah, I'm gonna go read about the fall of rome or something...
Monday, September 13, 2004
I got really tired of seeing that end of summer blog every time I opened my browser, so I figured I'll give a little Ian update, in snippets.
>>Classes are going well. I recommend that everyone go out and read some Christopher Marlowe. The man was brilliant and would be just as big as Shakespeare now (maybe bigger) had he not died in his prime. Math is really cool, but the little Mozart to my Salieri freshman is humbling at times. Guess humility isn't such a terrible thing.
>>Hanging out with the gang is great. We did ESPNZone last night and I screamed myself hoarse at the UGA game. When do I get the chance to root for what is, for all intents and purposes, the only good team I can root for semi-legitimately (and yes, we do have one here) while watching them play on a TV the size of a small trailer.
>>I got a part in the play Pygmalion with Nomadic Theater, the other theater group that I had not worked with yet. For anyone who knows of the play, I'm playing Doolittle, Eliza's cockney-speaking philosopher of a father. It's a nice part with some juicy monologues, but I've been condemned as turning my back on Mask and Bauble. Oh well, they'll get over it.
>>I miss everyone. A Lot. I know I haven't kept in touch with a lot of people so far and I mean to correct that soon, but I have yet to find that balance between school, shows, home, etc.
Ok, I need sleep like....oh sure why not...like whoa, so I'm going to turn in. Stay classy, kids.
>>Classes are going well. I recommend that everyone go out and read some Christopher Marlowe. The man was brilliant and would be just as big as Shakespeare now (maybe bigger) had he not died in his prime. Math is really cool, but the little Mozart to my Salieri freshman is humbling at times. Guess humility isn't such a terrible thing.
>>Hanging out with the gang is great. We did ESPNZone last night and I screamed myself hoarse at the UGA game. When do I get the chance to root for what is, for all intents and purposes, the only good team I can root for semi-legitimately (and yes, we do have one here) while watching them play on a TV the size of a small trailer.
>>I got a part in the play Pygmalion with Nomadic Theater, the other theater group that I had not worked with yet. For anyone who knows of the play, I'm playing Doolittle, Eliza's cockney-speaking philosopher of a father. It's a nice part with some juicy monologues, but I've been condemned as turning my back on Mask and Bauble. Oh well, they'll get over it.
>>I miss everyone. A Lot. I know I haven't kept in touch with a lot of people so far and I mean to correct that soon, but I have yet to find that balance between school, shows, home, etc.
Ok, I need sleep like....oh sure why not...like whoa, so I'm going to turn in. Stay classy, kids.