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Hey look guys, I'm on the cover of the Maroon! (The fun context to this is that this voice post was only five minutes later. I love how it almost (if you squint) looks like I'm giving the camera the finger. Also, that article is full of lies. There's no way this crap is the result of an increase in our transportation budget.)
Right now, I'm that awful sort of "I'm nearly done with this incredible mess" sort of tired. The "if only I could take a nap and finish this later" tired. But I can't take a nap. Because for all I know, I'm gonna have to make a trip downtown again tomorrow afternoon to pick up paper for my photography class, and that means I have to get all my homework for tomorrow done now. (I processed my film tonight, and I was so happy to discover my pictures had come out. It's such an amusing feeling of accomplishment... first time I've done all of this myself. And I'm slightly proud that I had the developing process almost memorized already. But dude, one of the girls that was in there slightly before I got there was such a snob about knowing what she was doing. Freaking crap, people. Knowing how to develop your film doesn't make you cooler if you're a snot about it. And yaaay, even though my negatives are waaay darker than I'm used to (not the best sign ever... but I'm so used to them being thin), there are some pictures that I really can't wait to print, just to see how they turned out.)
So, um, obviously things are going better today. I didn't cry at my advisor like I thought I would, mostly because she's just not the sort of person you can cry at. It would've been awkward. (I think I realized that I only break down at people I know well enough to be sure they won't like... I don't know. Hate me forever. Except my mom. She's still not talking to me. I have no idea what's up with that, but screw it, I have too much on my mind to deal with it. Let her sulk. It's not like I'm actually mad at her, but apparently she's mad at me, so... whatever.) Plus I finally found someone to talk to in the English Department and I was given a faint glimmer of wonderful hope that I won't delve into right now, mostly because I don't want it to disappear by me talking about it or something. I think I'm afraid to be happy now when anything looks fixed. Oh, the lessons I've learned from my computer.
Right now, I'm that awful sort of "I'm nearly done with this incredible mess" sort of tired. The "if only I could take a nap and finish this later" tired. But I can't take a nap. Because for all I know, I'm gonna have to make a trip downtown again tomorrow afternoon to pick up paper for my photography class, and that means I have to get all my homework for tomorrow done now. (I processed my film tonight, and I was so happy to discover my pictures had come out. It's such an amusing feeling of accomplishment... first time I've done all of this myself. And I'm slightly proud that I had the developing process almost memorized already. But dude, one of the girls that was in there slightly before I got there was such a snob about knowing what she was doing. Freaking crap, people. Knowing how to develop your film doesn't make you cooler if you're a snot about it. And yaaay, even though my negatives are waaay darker than I'm used to (not the best sign ever... but I'm so used to them being thin), there are some pictures that I really can't wait to print, just to see how they turned out.)
So, um, obviously things are going better today. I didn't cry at my advisor like I thought I would, mostly because she's just not the sort of person you can cry at. It would've been awkward. (I think I realized that I only break down at people I know well enough to be sure they won't like... I don't know. Hate me forever. Except my mom. She's still not talking to me. I have no idea what's up with that, but screw it, I have too much on my mind to deal with it. Let her sulk. It's not like I'm actually mad at her, but apparently she's mad at me, so... whatever.) Plus I finally found someone to talk to in the English Department and I was given a faint glimmer of wonderful hope that I won't delve into right now, mostly because I don't want it to disappear by me talking about it or something. I think I'm afraid to be happy now when anything looks fixed. Oh, the lessons I've learned from my computer.
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