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Well, thank god the week from hell is now over.
Blah-
First off I'm back to work at Aeropostale(Two weeks actually now). I really dont enjoy it but as it is the best way for me to pay for life right now I'm stuck there. Everytime I go into work I feel like a little part of my soul dies... Like I'm selling myself to corporate greed and American consumerism. lol.
From blah to Yeah-
Last friday was the gallery opening at the DAM, which was actually pretty fun. Thanks to everyone who came out for that, I really appreciated the turn out.
From Yeah to ehh-
Then there is my Birthday (a.k.a. the annual worst day of my year). Though my sports double header had given me high hopes, this year lived up to it's title. Though it started out with some awesome breakfast from Holly. Apple crisp = yum. Next, onto the tigers game. I was hoping it would be a quick one cause I wanted to make it to the Pistons game early. Parking/driving/crowds of people/finding seats, makes me anxious. Really, ask holly, I always feel the need to get to the movies in time to get a 'good' seat. Like every movie ever will sell out in my head. Back to the story, so the game starts off smashingly. My favorite pitcher, Nate the Great Robertson was pitching and we got a first inning grandslam! But then the day turned... Zumaya gave up a tying run in the 8th and the game went to extra innings (taking a long time, making me more anxious) and I HATE being that guy who leaves early. Of course Rodney went in and gave the game away.
From ehh to shit-
So we get back to the place we parked the care, on the service drive, with a ton of other cars, right across from the stadium, where I parked at least 25 times just last year, where I also paid a bum (Coincedently also named rodney) to watch the car... to find the car had been broken into and all our shit stolen. The whole time, Im trying not to get to sad about my stuff cause Holly's stuff was way more valuable and important than mine, not to mention this was the 2nd time her car has been broken into in Detroit with me, where I have said, "oh, this is a great place to park." Damn.
From shit to irritated-
We're downtown trying to get help from the cops, who are obviously to busy to help. We dont want to even go to the pistons game anymore. My parents, however, we're mad at the thought of us not using the tickets they bought so we went anyways, and after the almost two hour delay after the tigers game, we missed the whole opening of the playoff festivities, and the whole first quarter. We're there wearing our tigers gear obviously because our Pistons gear was STOLEN. And not to be nit picky, but actually yeah being nit picky the spelled my name wrong on the view screen at half time. The game otherwise was a snoozer the pistons won and have since won twice more to go up 3-0 in the series... can you say sweep?
From irritated to stressed-
So sunday is the eve of finals week for which I have little prepared. Because i was so swamped all semester and had several bursts of car problems and hospital problems and work problems I had 4 editions left to print in the final 3 days. A challange but possible. However I then realize my keys got stolen and was stranded at my house sunday with all my art stuff at my studio until my mom could get me my spare keys.
From stressed to freaking zombie servival mode-
I went into the studio monday morning with an unbelievable work load. I got there around noon monday morning and didnt leave the Art building till noon wednsday. 2 straight days, 48 hours.... I think I slept on a table from like 7am-10am on tuesday morning otherwise no sleep. what makes matters worse is I couldnt get out of work Wednsday after my final Crit so I literally went home, showered and worked from 2-11... still no sleep. And finally after 3 days... ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.
From freaking zombie survival mode to I'm no more of a mathmatician than Jeff Goldblum mode-
I wake up from my stupor and have to take my Math final... fun stuff. But I passed with flying colors, oh and also got all my artwork done.
And finally to sweet redemption.
It's all over, I'm feeling relieved, the pistons are looking good, Im graduating in a week. Time to relax.
P.S. I'm a whiny bitch, my mom and dad got me a cold stone bday cake, and I only got ONE piece. I mean come on one piece? Did my family have to eat it all? My sister, who also got one got most of her cake cause mine tasted better.
Blah-
First off I'm back to work at Aeropostale(Two weeks actually now). I really dont enjoy it but as it is the best way for me to pay for life right now I'm stuck there. Everytime I go into work I feel like a little part of my soul dies... Like I'm selling myself to corporate greed and American consumerism. lol.
From blah to Yeah-
Last friday was the gallery opening at the DAM, which was actually pretty fun. Thanks to everyone who came out for that, I really appreciated the turn out.
From Yeah to ehh-
Then there is my Birthday (a.k.a. the annual worst day of my year). Though my sports double header had given me high hopes, this year lived up to it's title. Though it started out with some awesome breakfast from Holly. Apple crisp = yum. Next, onto the tigers game. I was hoping it would be a quick one cause I wanted to make it to the Pistons game early. Parking/driving/crowds of people/finding seats, makes me anxious. Really, ask holly, I always feel the need to get to the movies in time to get a 'good' seat. Like every movie ever will sell out in my head. Back to the story, so the game starts off smashingly. My favorite pitcher, Nate the Great Robertson was pitching and we got a first inning grandslam! But then the day turned... Zumaya gave up a tying run in the 8th and the game went to extra innings (taking a long time, making me more anxious) and I HATE being that guy who leaves early. Of course Rodney went in and gave the game away.
From ehh to shit-
So we get back to the place we parked the care, on the service drive, with a ton of other cars, right across from the stadium, where I parked at least 25 times just last year, where I also paid a bum (Coincedently also named rodney) to watch the car... to find the car had been broken into and all our shit stolen. The whole time, Im trying not to get to sad about my stuff cause Holly's stuff was way more valuable and important than mine, not to mention this was the 2nd time her car has been broken into in Detroit with me, where I have said, "oh, this is a great place to park." Damn.
From shit to irritated-
We're downtown trying to get help from the cops, who are obviously to busy to help. We dont want to even go to the pistons game anymore. My parents, however, we're mad at the thought of us not using the tickets they bought so we went anyways, and after the almost two hour delay after the tigers game, we missed the whole opening of the playoff festivities, and the whole first quarter. We're there wearing our tigers gear obviously because our Pistons gear was STOLEN. And not to be nit picky, but actually yeah being nit picky the spelled my name wrong on the view screen at half time. The game otherwise was a snoozer the pistons won and have since won twice more to go up 3-0 in the series... can you say sweep?
From irritated to stressed-
So sunday is the eve of finals week for which I have little prepared. Because i was so swamped all semester and had several bursts of car problems and hospital problems and work problems I had 4 editions left to print in the final 3 days. A challange but possible. However I then realize my keys got stolen and was stranded at my house sunday with all my art stuff at my studio until my mom could get me my spare keys.
From stressed to freaking zombie servival mode-
I went into the studio monday morning with an unbelievable work load. I got there around noon monday morning and didnt leave the Art building till noon wednsday. 2 straight days, 48 hours.... I think I slept on a table from like 7am-10am on tuesday morning otherwise no sleep. what makes matters worse is I couldnt get out of work Wednsday after my final Crit so I literally went home, showered and worked from 2-11... still no sleep. And finally after 3 days... ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.
From freaking zombie survival mode to I'm no more of a mathmatician than Jeff Goldblum mode-
I wake up from my stupor and have to take my Math final... fun stuff. But I passed with flying colors, oh and also got all my artwork done.
And finally to sweet redemption.
It's all over, I'm feeling relieved, the pistons are looking good, Im graduating in a week. Time to relax.
P.S. I'm a whiny bitch, my mom and dad got me a cold stone bday cake, and I only got ONE piece. I mean come on one piece? Did my family have to eat it all? My sister, who also got one got most of her cake cause mine tasted better.