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Sooooooo tired!

Welp I will have been up a lil over 23 hours by the time I finish this thing. I was up all night and into the morning working on my final assignments that are due in my art classes. My grandmother passed away this Saturday morning... so I did nothing from Saturday on into Monday night... I thought I had a test in Economics on Monday so I contacted my professor but he never replied... I show up in class today only to find out that the test IS today... (if only he had written me back :/) so now I will be taking the make up test... from what he said it will be significanlty harder than the test that everyone else is taking today... lame. ok... my eyes are closing and it is time to get ready for my critique... I hope that it is short so I can take a nap... I"m not sure as to how I will get home, I don't think I can drive in this state. A nap in the car sure sounds nice!

English Usage Exam... its late, does this make sense?

OK, so...

   I am uncertain if this is just a requirement put on by my MWSU, or all universities, but when an undergraduate is in between sixty and ninety credit hours he/she is required to take the English Usage Exam. A little over a month ago I took part in fulfilling said requirement.

   Having not written a paper in well over a year I was quite fearful as to where I stood in terms of spelling, grammar, and all other things relating to the English language (should I really capitalize that?). Needless to say when I arrived and took a seat with the countless number of other students my palms did begin to sweat... just a little. I sat next to two friends, and fellow art majors(Linds & Joel), and just before I could ridicule Lindsay for using a regular #2 pencil instead of the far superior mechanical pencil that I found after rummaging through the trunk of my Volvo (is this a run on?) a professor proceeded to give instruction as to how we were to partake illustrious event. Immediately after her very brief an oh-so-informative speech she asked the question of all questions... "how many of you know what a thesis sentence is?" At first I was quite puzzled but raised my hand obediently (even though I'm sure the question was rhetorical in nature), and then gazed about the room at the sparse number of hands that were raised with mine in timid unison. At this point I began to relax as she went from this topic to how one should structure an essay... [scene fades: opens to me frantically proofreading the last paragraph of my paper; quick shot of the clock as it reaches 7:34 p.m.]

   Did I forget to mention I had every intention of meeting Kim for a 7:30 p.m. MWSU theater performance/production/rendition of Sam Shepard's "Buried Child" !!!! OH SHIT I'M LATE! After reading through my paper just once I head to the front of the room to check for spelling errors then I'm off to the back of the class room to exit. I'm in such a hurry that I disregard the "do not use as an exit" sign and my B-line to freedom is abruptly halted by the deafening "sckreeeeeeeeeeeeeAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaachhhhh!" of a ginormous lounge chair. Quickly I consider my options as I feel everyones' eyes are on my back, I reach for the door yet again only to be immediately detoured from my path by an "eh-hem" from the instructor. I smirk at her awkwardly and trudge my way to the other side of the testing room where I exit the proper way and accept defeat... woe is me.

   Now that I have made it out the only thing left for me to do is drop the paper off at the table outside the exit and sign out! "Did you forget to put a title on your paper?" are the first words out of the girl's mouth as I handed her my loose pages.

  "Oh crap, can I write it on there right quick?" I new full well that this was impossible since we were told once we leave nothing could be done to the paper, but I figured since she asked... maybe she would let me.

  "Well of course NOT."

  Well shit, thanks for pointing it out then! She could have saved me an entire month of stressing by just keeping her mouth shut, but nooooooo. She just had to point out the fact that I'd totally screwed up, and now there wasn't a damn'd thing I could do about it... what a bitch. "Oh, well... ok then. Bye."

Well...... I completely missed the entire first act of the play... meh. Kim said it was hella boring.

[one month later]

w00t! I freak'n passed! (for anyone who cares)

...and I'm sure there are plenty of grammatical errors in this journal and other entries that would actually keep me from passing the English Usage Exam... but I'll never know :D... unless someone decides to tell me... on my way out... :(

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So to take a short break from my loverly economics book I decided to edit some photos... then I started to take photos... and then I began to edit those. My short break turned from a half hour escapade (I do realize, to most, that the editing/taking of photos is not really all that enthralling) to, well, I won't go into just how much time I wasted. Is it just my A.D.D. or just the simple truth that taking/editing photos is sooo much more entertaining than economics. I'll take that back, just about everything is more interesting than economics. (when reading the book I do take some interest, but the class is a complete waste of time)

I think I need to update my browser :/

oh I did! 

Safari 3

I Can't Even Sleep Straight

I must say, I just had the most incredible weekend ever! I got to sleep in late 'till 9 in the morning, rushed off to be at work by 10! Saturday was free picture day, (thank the gods I volunteered myself, and camera, to take the photos) so every mom in a 5 mile radius brought there lil kid dressed up for Halloween to get his, her, it's photo taken. In actuality I can't really complain, taking photos was the easy part of that day, I had fun making facing at all of the kids, attempting to get them to laugh or smile, on the occasion that I remembered to do so I'd hand a a bit of candy or so. At 2pm when photos were through I went to check on my coworker Samantha, (she had been dealing with the ordering and printing half -3/4's really- of the job) and boy was she swamped! So I spent the rest of the day helping out in the photo lab and doing random shit around walgreens. As soon as my 9hr. shift was up I went home for an hour to eat and then was off to work on my metals project 'till bout 12:30am (a might bit early to call it quits).
This morning I had been comissioned (so to speak) to take Kristen's senior portraits. Kristen and I were out only a little over an hour before calling it quits and having lunch with Kim and the fam... whoosh! I'm off to work yet again! Tonight I ended up staying an hour late, we were so busy today I didn't get any of my regular duties done (face isles, sweep the store, trash, blah), so I ended up stay until 12am. Now I'm home... I a semi critique in photo, and a real critique in metals... solution I'm NOT going to photography tomorrow! But I will have my shit done for metal, boy that is for sure!

G'night all,
...just
...so
...tired
...


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Late to Bed, Early to Rise

Well it is almost 2 in the morning and I'm finishing up some photos from one of the lamest assignments I've ever received during my undergraduate career. Ever since an artist had her work exhibited in the university gallery my professor felt the class would benefit from copying her photographs. (note: I like the work, I just don't think that it is a good project) Each photograph is of a scene (not so much a scene I guess but... a diorama?) within a window. In most cases objects are set or hanging within the frame itself... damn, if only I could remember her name I could post some of her work, meh, oh well.

Truth is... I'm just bitching, I need to get over it, I'm an art major... I should be use to crap like this... but I must say, it would help greatly if we actually had a critique in that class, as oppose to the instructor just pointing out what he likes and dislikes about each piece. blah blah blah.

On a lighter/brighter note: there is a small chance I could become the photo manager at Walgreens! In all actuality though I am rather doubtful, everyone else that they have taken into consideration for the position has been there way longer than I have. I don't really know how great my chances are. Wish me well!
My bedroom is now 3/4 light purple, Kim's idea of course... but it does look totally badass, (purple & badass, hmm) I can't wait to hang something green on the walls, yeah-uh!

Enough, this bog cannot become completely pointless!
goodnight I say! goodnight!

Hup Hup short one

Damn, my weekend was pretty sweet, (except for the fact that Kim was sick that entire weekend, I don't know how she was able to handle car or show. At the concert she spent all her time flopped in a folding chair or doubled over her knees, so I was caught between taking photos and staying close to her... how stupid am I. She did get better eventually.) went home, caught up with the fam, ran into an old friend, and saw the Beatles (Mania) play at the Star in K-town. They put on a damn'd good show, even had three costume changes, stage, lights, good sound... now if anyone knows Kerrville, they know that is quite a bit!



Also, while I was in town I ran into an old friend, Steven Perry Creative Director, that I keep in touch with through our random blogging. He wasn't always know as Steven Perry Creative Director... once... once he was just Steven. I was only able to chat with him briefly before the performance started and then he had to get back to work, but it was a good chat all the same, next time I'm in town I'll have to buy him a drink. I tip my hat to you good sir, you put together a good show.

New, Improved... and yet unorganized still.

For whatever reason I feel the need to organize myself as of lately...
I am making an early new year's resolution... blogging and returning phone calls have been placed at the top. Don't ask.
So, for starters I will attempt to do everything with Google...


...aside from Flickr of course.