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First things first:
I passed my review!!! I am going to graduate!!!
That said, our review was due last night at 6 pm. Karen gave me the day off from work because it was slow, which worked out really well because I'd needed to go take a final for my nutrition class (it's one in a computer lab, so I had a large time frame in which to take it, but it was looking like I wouldn't be able to take it until after I'd dropped off my portfolio, which meant I was going to be antsy the whole time I took the test). But, since I got to leave work, I went and took the test, and then went to the bank to deposit a little birthday money (and realized I am BROKE!) and then sold a couple of books and finally got a new drivers liscense so I can hit bars and stuff (and drive legally) and came back here and cleaned because I've been living a rather dirty apartment and very dirty room for about a month now because I've not had time to clean. But, stuff is off the floor, clean clothes that the cats did not cover in cat hair and flea dirt have been put away (I have this bad habbit of dumping clean clothes on a shelf that is supposed to hold part of my vast shoe collection, but instead holds my shoe collection AND clean clothes, so I end up not taking full advantage of my vast shoe collection), and tonight I am going to do laundry and Borax my room (to get rid of the fleas) and vacuum. Also, the flea medicine we got from the vet actually worked, and we no longer have itchy kitty cats (yay!). So yeah, I cleaned my room and then sat and fidgetted until 5:30 rolled around and it was time to go set up my work, and then I stood around until 6 because I didn't want to leave my work (it's my babies, you know). I head to Sack n Save to buy some veggies for soup (chayote squash, corn on the cob, celery, and cabbage, to be combined with stock, carrots, and onion), and made some soup, which would have been better but my ability to cook soup is directly tied to my state of mind. Like if I am in a great mood, then I will make a killer soup, but if I am miserable and down in the dumps, it's time to heat up a can of Campbells. And apparently, if I am stressed, it's going to be okay but really need salt and pepper. Then Kat and I headed to Lou's for Mexican night, and I had three margaritas on the rocks (yum) before 10:30 rolled around and it was time to pick up the portfolio (Dylan joined us at Lou's, as did Ali and her friend Chris and this skinny nicely dress fellow who's name escapes me). So Dylan, Kat and I head to the art building and wait around, and the tension with most of the students was so thick you could slice it with a knife (and may sautee some onion and garlic in it and have a base for spagetti sauce...Tension Marinara?), but I was drunk and giggley and, despite the mild tequila hangover I woke up with this morning, I think getting drunk before picking up my portfolio and finidng out whether or not I graduate was one of the best decisions I'd made in a while.
After we finally get the work (and I got confused as to whether we could take it with us or had to leave it there), we went back to the casa and went to bed before too long, attempting (and failing) to get hamburgers. I called mom from outside Cool Beans at midnight to let her know I passed because I couldn't wait, but she was fine with that.
I didn't do sparkling on the review...heck, I wonder if they might have calculated the scores so I could get the absolute minimum to get out of there. However, some of the work that they didn't like is work that other people have really liked, so it serves as a reminder of just how subjective graphic design is. And, at this point, my target audience is no longer Jack, Michael, Keith, and Eric. My target audience is the actual target audience. And non-designers like my work just fine.
I think I am going to celebrate my 24th birthday this weekend with a visit to the toy store. No, I'm serious, I need more plastic frogs in my life.
I passed my review!!! I am going to graduate!!!
That said, our review was due last night at 6 pm. Karen gave me the day off from work because it was slow, which worked out really well because I'd needed to go take a final for my nutrition class (it's one in a computer lab, so I had a large time frame in which to take it, but it was looking like I wouldn't be able to take it until after I'd dropped off my portfolio, which meant I was going to be antsy the whole time I took the test). But, since I got to leave work, I went and took the test, and then went to the bank to deposit a little birthday money (and realized I am BROKE!) and then sold a couple of books and finally got a new drivers liscense so I can hit bars and stuff (and drive legally) and came back here and cleaned because I've been living a rather dirty apartment and very dirty room for about a month now because I've not had time to clean. But, stuff is off the floor, clean clothes that the cats did not cover in cat hair and flea dirt have been put away (I have this bad habbit of dumping clean clothes on a shelf that is supposed to hold part of my vast shoe collection, but instead holds my shoe collection AND clean clothes, so I end up not taking full advantage of my vast shoe collection), and tonight I am going to do laundry and Borax my room (to get rid of the fleas) and vacuum. Also, the flea medicine we got from the vet actually worked, and we no longer have itchy kitty cats (yay!). So yeah, I cleaned my room and then sat and fidgetted until 5:30 rolled around and it was time to go set up my work, and then I stood around until 6 because I didn't want to leave my work (it's my babies, you know). I head to Sack n Save to buy some veggies for soup (chayote squash, corn on the cob, celery, and cabbage, to be combined with stock, carrots, and onion), and made some soup, which would have been better but my ability to cook soup is directly tied to my state of mind. Like if I am in a great mood, then I will make a killer soup, but if I am miserable and down in the dumps, it's time to heat up a can of Campbells. And apparently, if I am stressed, it's going to be okay but really need salt and pepper. Then Kat and I headed to Lou's for Mexican night, and I had three margaritas on the rocks (yum) before 10:30 rolled around and it was time to pick up the portfolio (Dylan joined us at Lou's, as did Ali and her friend Chris and this skinny nicely dress fellow who's name escapes me). So Dylan, Kat and I head to the art building and wait around, and the tension with most of the students was so thick you could slice it with a knife (and may sautee some onion and garlic in it and have a base for spagetti sauce...Tension Marinara?), but I was drunk and giggley and, despite the mild tequila hangover I woke up with this morning, I think getting drunk before picking up my portfolio and finidng out whether or not I graduate was one of the best decisions I'd made in a while.
After we finally get the work (and I got confused as to whether we could take it with us or had to leave it there), we went back to the casa and went to bed before too long, attempting (and failing) to get hamburgers. I called mom from outside Cool Beans at midnight to let her know I passed because I couldn't wait, but she was fine with that.
I didn't do sparkling on the review...heck, I wonder if they might have calculated the scores so I could get the absolute minimum to get out of there. However, some of the work that they didn't like is work that other people have really liked, so it serves as a reminder of just how subjective graphic design is. And, at this point, my target audience is no longer Jack, Michael, Keith, and Eric. My target audience is the actual target audience. And non-designers like my work just fine.
I think I am going to celebrate my 24th birthday this weekend with a visit to the toy store. No, I'm serious, I need more plastic frogs in my life.