Apr 06, 2005 00:10
Everything sucks right now. My portfolio is due tomorrow. You wanna know how much of it is done? none of it. You want to know why? Because Monday night the freaking server was down, therefore I could not access ANY of my writing or design samples from Cabin Log. I had a whole night and couldn't do a thing. tonight? well, it's a carrier night and every computer in the student publications office is in use. the one that isn't doesn't have the proper fonts installed, so I can't print out my lovely designs. The ones in the Laughlin Lab? oh, they don't have the right fonts either. And InDesign isn't on those so I can't print the stuff that is only on the server right now. I'm about to cut up my yearbook for my portfolio so I can at least have SOMETHING done in the morning. Lucky for me I'm the editor and I can just get myself another one. Power has its perks. SO basically I'm pissed off. I'm gonna be up all night again. Oh, And Brooke told me that I had the wrong divider tabs, but she's a doll and is going to go get some for me and even type up what needs to go on the tabs. Basically, life sucks right now. But Marc Broussard is playing Thursday night in Atlanta and I'm gonna go. Screw the freaking journal summary due Friday. Oh, yeah, I ALSO have to edit my entire news package in two hours tomorrow. I'll get it done 'cause I have to. Luckily I just talkd with Rick today and told him that there's a good chance that I might have to call him and tell him I'm not coming to work in the next three weeks. Tomorrow is that day.
On a slightly lighter note, I'm going to Beach Project. I decided on Monday. And now Kevin is going to talk to the head of Beach Project so we can work out the details of taking care of my Cabin Log stuff while I'm down there. And Love is going too. How freaking exciting is that.
Alright, I guess I should get started, but I really just want to give Dr. Parton the power bird and go to bed. but I also want to pass my classes so I can graduate, so I can go to Beach Project, so I can go to Australia, so I can see what else God has planned for me.
If no one sees me tomorrow call and make sure I'm alive and that I didn't stab myself with the scissors in a desperate attempt to get an extension on this stupid portfolio.
signing off.