Fat hipsters?

Alright, day 2 of blogging. Do I really have anything to contribute to society through this? Probably not, but I'm going to do it anyway.

So, this week I decided to figure out my life but it's a little more of a daunting task then you may think. I know what I want to do, but it so happens I've chosen the wrong school to get me there. I'd transfer, but my tuition is being paid for in exchange for less than 10 hours of work a week. I'd be a cussin idiot to throw that away. Anyway, I'm trying to figure out how I can get my dream job of urban designer without really getting the requisite training. I read a lot about it and understand the basic principles for designing a good neighborhood, lot, street, etc., I just don't actually do the design part...yet. I'm still debating whether or not to pursue the dual degree in landscape architecture. The main deterrent is having to live in Auburn for an extra year and a half or God forbid, extra 2 years. The other is that I'd have to go through a bunch of b.s. I don't care about- like designing a cemetery. But, I had to learn chemistry to get my high school diploma and I REALLY don't care about that, so I guess you take the good with the bad.

If someone would like to step up and tell me what to do and why I should do that, I'd be forever grateful. I'll tell you what to do, no problem. Moving on...

Hmm, insert joke here.

Since I've decided this is going to be a blog about urbanism and living on a farm I better discuss that...I came across this article and thought it would be awesome if a developer in Charleston would do this. (Well, that link isn't working or I just don't know what I'm doing, google Vancouver 270 sq. ft. apt). I realize 270 sq. feet is extremely small, but think of how little furniture you'd need. (Not good for my mother's business though). Since I've been living on other people's furniture for about the past 5 years I don't really own anything anymore. I frequently fret over this when I imagine myself living in an apartment in some awesome downtown city somewhere. How the cuss am I going to afford to buy furniture? Well, if I only live in a 270 sq. foot an apartment I won't need much, now will I? I wouldn't be a homebody because I'd go crazy living in a glorified closet so I'd be out in my cool downtown doing stuff and meeting people. Now, this apartment would NEVER work in suburbia. In suburbia it's a pain in the ass to get anywhere so we need all of our needs met at home...i.e. home theater, home gym, home espresso machine. We don't need Main Street anymore, but we want it. The only way Main Street will stay is if we actually go there. Anyway, since I don't have internet at the farm I have to go places like coffee shops and the library to do enlightening things like write my blog. I haven't chosen one that I will go to every time. I'm still shopping around for that perfect fit. I mean, the possibilities are endless here so that may take awhile. I guess this is enough rambling for one afternoon...bye.

I wish I were here...

P.S. Have you ever seen a fat hipster?