>Go to summer class thinking it starts at 1pm
>Arrive at 12:30, wanting to be early
>Class is full and people are working
>…
>Apparently the class is from 9:00-4:15pm, and not 1:00-4:00pm
Last post in the dorms. Sorry for all the personal face-blogging lately, but this is the last ‘cause I don’t have internet in my apartmet yet. HUZZAH!
DONE, DONE, DONE, DONE. DONE DONE DONE. DONE.
Day 55:
Day bed. Last morning in the dorms. Last morning living in the Loop. Last sunrise, waking up and living in the Loop.
Clean up, check out, tonight’s in the apartment.
Day 54:
Night photo. Well, last night in the dorms, and this is what’s happened. Stayed up all night packing everything and at midnight we loaded everything by hand into a van, and made two trips to the apartment. Finished at around 4:15am. Dunkin’ Donuts. And now we’re back.
Sleep.
Goodbye, dorm.
Well, I finished my comic - fuck yeeeeeah - but now I have to scan, format and…Well, actually print this stuff.
I’ve got about 40 pages of things to scan in general. Oy Jebus.
Well, here we go again.
That moment when you didn’t finish your work, email your teacher, and…Are actually extremely calm about it.
I’m not freaking out at all about the fact that I didn’t finish.
There are greater things in life to concern yourself with, and missing class deadlines that won’t matter in 10 years, isn’t one of those things.
Hello, all-nighter, my old friend. I see you bring “ohgodiforgotthatTHATisduetomorrowtoo” with you. Self-Control, activate.
Please leave me things.
My bank’s been dry for two weeks
And I haven’t eaten more than two meals a day cause of that (I’m also stealing that food from my roommates, or they buy some for me).
Also, I lost my CTA pass, so the last of my currency has been spent on transport to and from apartment hunting.
When I finally get allowance, it goes to a 30-day CTA pass ($86) since we don’t get UPasses over summer, groceries ($40), and possibly a tattoo I’ve been meaning to get ($50).
Jesus Christ.
When I can’t focus on work, and my mind is going wiggidy, I make a foobly sound, and purse my lips, baring my teeth like an ape, discovering a reflective surface.
two things:
- That moment when you wake up and find that someone you hardly know (and only know through online means because he applied for your college, but wasn’t accepted) had a dream about you. I don’t know how that makes me feel. I’m flattered?
- That moment when you proceed to check your email, and find that your realtor discovered that you didn’t get the apartment you applied for, and points out that you have been turned down from two listings due to your international, non-US-citizen status. She therefore proceeds to tell you that you need to do x-amount of things more, including getting a credit card, in order to have a better chance of getting a place (not confirm getting a place, but it raises my chances).
Ugh.
- 10 more minutes to fuck around
- heat up some food and a drink
- turn on Self-Control for 6 hours
- research animations for half an hour or so
- begin illustrations for animations, and work for two hours
- take a half hour break and study Spanish oral test prompts
- begin editing audio, and work for two hours
- take a half hour break and practice Spanish oral prompts (Sara? Dave? ALONE?)
- allow an extra half hour to an hour to finish illustrations or audio
- combine audio and illustrations for an hour or two
- FUCK ALL AND ENJOY WHAT YOU’VE CREATED
- proceed to study Spanish again, because otherwise you’re fucked for the oral exam tomorrow.
Skipping class and my crit because, well, fuck this.
Can’t work on this homework comic anymore. I give up. What do. Ugh.
3/8 pages and a cover page done. Where the fuck did my night go.