...rar.
I am in a seriously snarly mood. This is for a variety of reasons, some of which are:
1) I am enjoying the new apartment and commute muchly, but the fact remains that I don't have any of my furniture and my back doesn't enjoy leaky air mattresses much.
2) I also don't have any sort of comfortable position or setup to do any extensive computer work in. Again, in the war of Rose vs. Floor, the Floor keeps winning.
3) My stomach? Needs to GET OVER IT. I also really don't enjoy waking up at 1/2/3am, etc, with my stomach attempting to vacate the premises by means of re-enacting Aliens.
4) Because of 1-3 I am all sorts of behind on everything from school work to ghosts pages to writing goals and the guilt snowballs into alot of flailing and being stone frozen from overload and getting even further behind. Wash, rinse, repeat.
5) I am still baffled by the current week's homework assignment, which I am having to research on third party tutorials via mad google-fu because I do not know how to do it. Now, repeat after me - how long have I been using Photoshop? Over a decade. My first copy was Photoshop 2.0. And I do not know how to do this shit, and we jumped from basics that were boring me stone cold stupid to THIS with NOTHING inbetween and the more I think about it the more frothing at the mouth irritated I get. Rar. RAR. Oh, and also, we haven't gotten last week's grades yet, so I have no idea how badly my "I have no internet access and can't access the actual project specs and am winging it from memory" experiment did.
6) There is various assorted boggling at work, but it's mostly the normal level of "WTF" stupid. Just, y'know, on top of 1-5. (dear designers - no printer in the history of man-made machinery is going to 100% accurately register 1000+ impressions of a piece so that your #$%! 1 pixel black border shows up on all 1000+ postcards. No. REALLY.)
7) Related to 1 & 2, I get to spend Friday, Saturday and Sunday doing MORE packing and MORE moving and cleaning and basically scrambling to erase all trace of myself from the old apartment instead of anything like, y'know, relaxing. And THEN I get to look forward to staring at a shitload of boxes with no idea where to put anything. This is the part of moving I hate.
Related to and on top of items #1-7, and feeding into the spiral of #4, all of my creativity has up and left the building and I'm feeling like one huge ball of stressed, angry, flailing FAIL. I want to crawl into a corner, pull my blankets and my stuffed bunny in after me, and ignore it all but strangely enough I don't get to. This is just adding to the stress and flailing.
So, y'know, I normally try to avoid asking for excessive petting or attention whoring, but in this case, if you could tell me something good - about your day, or about your opinion of me, or any of my stuff, or just pictures of cute baby animals or SOMETHING - to prove that the world isn't actually made of phenomenal stupid FAIL, I'd appreciate it alot. v_v
1) I am enjoying the new apartment and commute muchly, but the fact remains that I don't have any of my furniture and my back doesn't enjoy leaky air mattresses much.
2) I also don't have any sort of comfortable position or setup to do any extensive computer work in. Again, in the war of Rose vs. Floor, the Floor keeps winning.
3) My stomach? Needs to GET OVER IT. I also really don't enjoy waking up at 1/2/3am, etc, with my stomach attempting to vacate the premises by means of re-enacting Aliens.
4) Because of 1-3 I am all sorts of behind on everything from school work to ghosts pages to writing goals and the guilt snowballs into alot of flailing and being stone frozen from overload and getting even further behind. Wash, rinse, repeat.
5) I am still baffled by the current week's homework assignment, which I am having to research on third party tutorials via mad google-fu because I do not know how to do it. Now, repeat after me - how long have I been using Photoshop? Over a decade. My first copy was Photoshop 2.0. And I do not know how to do this shit, and we jumped from basics that were boring me stone cold stupid to THIS with NOTHING inbetween and the more I think about it the more frothing at the mouth irritated I get. Rar. RAR. Oh, and also, we haven't gotten last week's grades yet, so I have no idea how badly my "I have no internet access and can't access the actual project specs and am winging it from memory" experiment did.
6) There is various assorted boggling at work, but it's mostly the normal level of "WTF" stupid. Just, y'know, on top of 1-5. (dear designers - no printer in the history of man-made machinery is going to 100% accurately register 1000+ impressions of a piece so that your #$%! 1 pixel black border shows up on all 1000+ postcards. No. REALLY.)
7) Related to 1 & 2, I get to spend Friday, Saturday and Sunday doing MORE packing and MORE moving and cleaning and basically scrambling to erase all trace of myself from the old apartment instead of anything like, y'know, relaxing. And THEN I get to look forward to staring at a shitload of boxes with no idea where to put anything. This is the part of moving I hate.
Related to and on top of items #1-7, and feeding into the spiral of #4, all of my creativity has up and left the building and I'm feeling like one huge ball of stressed, angry, flailing FAIL. I want to crawl into a corner, pull my blankets and my stuffed bunny in after me, and ignore it all but strangely enough I don't get to. This is just adding to the stress and flailing.
So, y'know, I normally try to avoid asking for excessive petting or attention whoring, but in this case, if you could tell me something good - about your day, or about your opinion of me, or any of my stuff, or just pictures of cute baby animals or SOMETHING - to prove that the world isn't actually made of phenomenal stupid FAIL, I'd appreciate it alot. v_v