|Cell phone doodle, makes me laugh haha|
|Afraid the quality is bad for now guys, I'll be home in a few days to take better images and such. Patience xp|
Well, I'm new to deviantArt, I'm not much of an artist per se. I have artistic thoughts, beautiful images splay my mind like dew droplets blanket an early morning field. Yet I find myself continually thwarted by an inability to...successfully(?) display these images. It's really quite bothersome. Take this: you're at home, you just listened to an amazingly inspiring song, you had images in your head of epic proportions, and you want nothing more than to share that with others. But as soon as you put your hand to paper, it's wrong. Lines aren't correct, colors are off, the concept isn't even there. So you're left with a rough draft which you hate and quite a series of emotions. I could almost cry about it really. In fact, the one thing that I've ever actually been satisfied with artistically was my work in drafting. I can do geometric designs, with the right materials. Lines make sense to me, throw a curve at me and I'm completely lost. Perhaps that's WHY I like architecture. I'll have some uploaded in time, it's on my other computer as it were .
So here I am, writing an 'about me' entry with no actual purpose other to write and express myself I suppose, and there's nothing wrong with that, I can't think of anything much more productive to do at the moment as it were. Perhaps I could speak about other aspects of me, maybe give you a glimpse into the inner machinations of my heart and mind. Let you wander the corridors of my thoughts and my dreams, the chaos of emotions and the rigid structure to my thoughts and logic. But that would take quite some time no doubt, so I suppose a peek will do.
My name is Seth McPherson, I'm 19 years of age and a current student at South Puget Sound Community College. I'll be completing my course work, resulting in an Associates of Science around the end of summer quarter next year. From there my plans are open, I could go to work for Boeing, where they'll pay for my schooling, but I'd be working full time so it would take a tremendous amount longer to complete a bachelors. Wow, talk about a run-on sentence. Or I could go straight into a University, where I would no doubt be striving to achieve my Bachelors of Science in Engineering Technology. That's somewhat vague in and of itself, so I'll narrow it down for you. My career choice is that of an Electronics Engineer, not to be mistaken with an Electrical Engineer. The two fields themselves are actually vastly different, granted there is some overlap but that's negligible in the grand scheme of things.
Let me break it down:
Electrical Engineering: large amounts of power, industrial scale projects (factories, refineries, etc.)
control systems (assembly lines, automated machinery, etc.)
Electronics Engineering: small scale power, circuitry, microprocessors (cell phone chips, CPU's, etc.)
data transmission (cellular, satellite, etc.)
Bit of a difference, perhaps now you've learned something today, and can bring it up during a party to amaze all of your friends. Granted they might treat you a little odd for the remaining few minutes/hours but that will fade and before you know it, it'll be as though it never happened. You'll find that you may never use that knowledge, so why bother right? Wrong. Knowledge is power, why not know something as opposed to not knowing it? Go to howstuffworks.com and figure something out rather than sitting on your bum zoning out to youtube videos of hamsters getting stuck on their wheels. I mean really. Hamsters? For example, I could tell you exactly how a speaker works, or how a CD-R and CD-RW are both writable, it's actually quite an interesting process. Most things in life you'll find, work on such simple principals that it's astounding. You look at it and go, "Wow, it took them that long to think of that?" It seems obvious to you now yet it happens everyday, what you might dismiss as common sense could be what leads to the next major breakthrough in technology. I suppose what I'm getting at is that I'm bothered with society today. The new generation, most of mine and nearly all of the generation below me, is getting progressively more stupid. People no longer seek knowledge, it's already there, why bother right? I mean, it's showing up everywhere. Stuff that should be VERY straight-forward is getting dumbed down. Cartoons, remotes, cars, video games, etc. You name it, I bet it's getting more simple for no apparent reason other than to support the lazy sobs who go around life today. I just found out, my friend has a niece that's 2 years of age, she's watching TV. But not just watching it like occasionally or rarely, pretty darn frequently. That's messed up! She should be outside playing in the grass or some crap, learning that bees sting and they suck, or that stinging nettles aren't something you want to mess with. But no. She's there, watchin' TV. No mental stimulation whatsoever.
But I digress, well maybe I didn't digress. That's how I feel, I respect those who seek and respect knowledge. Plain and simple. There's a website, it's truly amazing, makes me laugh every time I use it. Here's what it is: lmgtfy.com That stands for: Let Me Google That For You. I get questions a lot, and they think I'm some sort of prodigy for finding and answer so damn quickly, it's called query-phrasing people. When you forget how to ask a question, you're pretty much screwed in many aspects of your life. So next time somebody asks you something that they could easily find for themselves, go to that site, type in what you need to to search, and copy and paste the generated link into a chat or whatever your form of communication is. You'll get a kick out of it and they will probably stop asking you questions for a while. win-win right?
New topic: thought processes. I'm a very detailed individual, that's not to say that my desk is clear, my room is spotless and my homework is always on time. In fact, all three of those are very far from the truth, my desk is covered in dust and other crap spewed from the white hole that is my backpack. My room looks somewhat similar to a TJ Maxx shopping center (comedian reference there, look up "Sebastian, TJ Maxx" on youtube), and well...I'm not an 'A' student. That's not to say I'm not smart, far from it. It just means I'm a bad student, busy-work isn't for me, I do well on tests and such, stuff that ACTUALLY matters. If you're an A student, good for you, really, you'll get through life easier than me. But you could be a total bumbling idiot for all I know. Good grades mean you work hard all around, you take your school seriously and you're always getting your work in on time and it's nice and polished. Half the time, I can't read my math, the answer's there, but I really do feel sorry for my professor. Wow, I'm way off from what I originally intended for the topic, changing course now. As I was saying, I'm detail oriented. I break things down, I analyze it, and I learn how it works. I was the kid who when he was little took everything apart. I still do, it's just more expensive stuff. I had a PS2 strewn across my room for a while because it wouldn't read CD's, wanted to know why. Needless to say it was beyond my expertise to fix, but I still picked through it, and eventually it found its way into your friendly neighborhood trash can. I can assemble and configure a computer, I can tell you what the specifications mean and why they matter. I can set any digital clock you might have. I'm the guy who you find staring at a series of gears working. Clockwork. There's nothing more beautiful to me, not physically at least. I have a watch, it's called a 'skeleton watch', meaning that you can see all of its inner workings and such. I love it to death, it's mesmerizing, I sit and stare, I know what each gear does, what each spring is attached too.
Unfortunately, this comes with a price. I often find myself breaking things down to far, things that don't really matter. And it also means, that when I deal with something such as the relationship issue I'm going through, I don't know how it works. I don't see why this leads to that and that leads back here. It's so very nonsensical, chaotic. Wow, this is a long entry. Mayhaps I should submit as a piece of art? Anyways, I'm a loving person, I'm genuine, and my word is my law. I suppose that's one of my primary redeeming factors. People meet me and they say, "Wow, he's easy to talk to." Know why? I'm me, I'm not afraid to be me, if you don't like it, than I'm sorry I really do think we had something special. Anyways, I'm a bit of an adrenaline junkie, I drive to fast, I skydive, I do stuff that I probably shouldn't with my jetskis. And to top it all off, I'm gettin' a motorcycle soon. Yet, despite all odds, I've never received a ticket, never hospitalized myself, and I'm still alive (obviously). If you ever get the chance to do something crazy (reasonably so [relative term I guess]) do it. Don't let life pass you by, because despite what you think, it's very possible that chance won't arise again. It builds character too.
Moving on. My emotions. I am currently going through a 'break' in my relationship. Essentially, I f***ed up. The relationship caused me to open my heart to the point when I began to hit upon issues within myself that I had buried years ago. I found myself becoming bitter, snappy, cynical, and all around angry. Not to say I was never happy, that was the difficult part actually. You see, I'd snap, get angry, realize it was wrong, and be happy. All within the span of around 10-15 minutes. This was VERY difficult for my partner and I began to start draining her. Which, upon failing to correct these issues in myself, I pushed her away. This break has been good for both of us, it's allowed us to step back and look at what we need to fix. In ourselves. The scary part is, I'm not sure she'll come back. That terrifies and confuses me. I've never loved something so much in my life, and to realize that I ruined it only brings the pain down even harder. I'm doing what I can to fix myself, I'm seeing a counselor now too. I'm improving, steadily, and happily. But I'm always hoping, always seeking a way to show her. To get her to see that it can work, I care for her so very much. I couldn't possibly explain it all to you via message, less so in person. She's the only one who understands, and even that's debatable. The heart is confusing, and that is highly upsetting. Emotions defy all logic, and as such, makes looking at them logically nearly impossibly. Regardless, we're not mad at each other. We love each other very much, at least I think she still does. I hope it's not fading. She gave me that watch I spoke of. I suppose it's my inspiration when I'm close to giving up. It's my heart, going steadily along, constant, reliable. Everything that I should have been, everything I want to be. I became a monster, the old me died. And now I'm trying to resurrect him, bring out the true self. Find ways to actually embody what I revere. It's a rough journey, and it's even harder to do knowing that I'm alone. I'm not alone, but I don't have my girlfriend there, not like it used to be. She described it as, "Monuments separating us from what was and what is". So I'm going to tear them all down with my own two hands. I will leave a wake of change so vast that when I'm done there will be nothing left standing between her heart and mine. Because my heart is her heart, and her heart is mine. That's enough of that I suppose.
I hope you enjoyed reading this, you'll have found it interesting I hope. Maybe not, is it art? Who's to say, it's an expression, I don't know about creative, but an expression nonetheless. I'll leave it as a journal for now.
Well, ta-ta, take care and all that good stuff. If you're ever up for a chat, I'll most likely respond in a punctual manner.
Current Residence: Washington state, USA
Favourite genre of music: Trance/Drum and Bass/Techno
Favourite style of art: Landscapes, planetscapes, anything with that large-scale feel to it
Operating System: Windows 7 and loving it
MP3 player of choice: Microsoft Zune
Wallpaper of choice: Anything by Digital Blasphemy really
Personal Quote: If not me, than who?