once more, with feeling

March 16, 00
once more, with feeling

Tomorrow is my second try at photographic genius for my campaigns group. Luckily, K and J both have agreed to stick with me for another afternoon of fun, backdrops, and cone lights. Also working in our favor is that the studio is normally closed on Fridays, but because J works at the school part time as a tech, he has the keys. We can use the studio as long as we need, which means no running through the bookstore, hurling things into our prop box like we did last time. We can take our time and choose more carefully, and subsequently take more time in the studio as well.

Let's hope that the second time is the charm. And yes, I WILL be double checking everything before every single shot. Nothing left to chance, I tell ya. Say a lil prayer that the photography fairy lands on my shoulder tomorrow, please?

Also, as you may have noticed, I have changed my font to a somewhat more readable size. I did actually have a reader tell me that it was a little difficult to read, so far be it for me to make things difficult on yall. Heck, you're nice enough to stop by, least I can do is be nice enough to help you read!

I had to pay for my cap and gown yesterday. They have you fill out a little form that asks fun questions like, "how tall are you" and "how much do you weigh". I lied on the weight, then realized later it was a bad idea. After all, I want to be comfortable when I walk up there to get my diploma, not look like the hindenberg in polished cotton (or whatever they make those things out of).

Mom, god bless her soul, paid for it all, as she usually does. I've gotten my graduation announcements, registered for graduation, paid for my cap and gown, now the only detail that remains is to get my honors stole and tassle from the Phi Theta Kappa dude. Hopefully he won't give me any trouble on that score.

Dude: "Yes but in order to wear the honors stole and tassle, you must have been an ACTIVE participant in the campus chapter."

Me: "I was active, in my classes and my grades. Now give me the damn stole and tassle. If my mother doesn't see me graduate in it, she's gonna kill somebody. Trust me, it wouldn't be a pretty sight."

Heh, I wonder if that will work.

On the Internship Front...

I got my mid-term evaluation today. I wasn't suprised to see alot of nice things said about me; they are really cool up where I intern at. What suprised me was the section for improvements.

"It's hard to find an area where Becca needs improvment. The only thing maybe that we could suggest if for her to gain some self confidence. She's a much better designer than she gives herself credit for!"

After reading this, I almost danced out to my car. My head was in a nice place the whole drive home. Confidence I can work on.

Additionally, they gave me two new pages to design for, both of which I had been doing ideas for last week. I walked into the office and was told to scrap the layouts I had and start over. Nothing against me, the client had decided they wanted to go in a different direction. No problem, just tell me what to do and I'm on it.

What that means for me is some serious hours this weekend doing some layouts for those two pages, not to mention the Campaigns two sites that I'm working on now, plus the chapter I have to read for Pre-press, and the other stuff I have to do for Typography. Yeeehaw.

Are we feeling overwhelmed yet?...

A few weeks ago I handed in my resignation as an online "helper" on the nationally known online service that I volunteer for. I didn't want to do it, especially as how it will look nice on my resume, but I had no other choice. I explained to my leader that I was completely overwhelmed and couln't devote the time that I had been working previously. Imagine my suprise when she flat out refused to accept my resignation. Instead she told me to take whatever time off I needed, and come back when I was ready. I took three weeks off, and tomorrow will be my first night back. Until I graduate, I've stipulated that I can only devote one evening a week. The fact that they are allowing me to do this, shows what super super people they are. I only hope I don't come back having forgotten everything that I knew a few weeks ago. Many people complain about this online service, but one thing is for sure... the people that work and volunteer for them are the best, hands down. I feel very honored to work with them.

At home....

I'm fighting the urge to take a nap. It's afternoon right now, and the cats are sleeping around me, making me long for my pillow. I didn't sleep well last night, but I know if I sleep now, I'll just be in for another night of not sleeping tonight.

****** HOURS LATER*****

Umm... ok I gave in and took a nap. It was so nice and quiet, so I grabbed the cat and headed off to bed for a bit. Not long after, a storm hit, with lots of wind. Living in the middle of the woods has one major hazard, trees. Big trees. Big huge trees. While I was drifting off to la-la land, a huge limb fell onto the roof above my bedroom. I don't know who jumped higher, me or the cat. I'll be scraping his fur off the ceiling for days. Soon afterwards, the rain hit. Ever live in a trailor? Although ours is fairly solid and doesn't resemble a trailor on the inside, on the outside it does. That means a few drops of rain on the roof sound as big as coins. A full on rainstorm is almost deafening. Someone was trying to tell me not to sleep. I dozed for about an hour, then got up again.

Regardless, I know once midnight comes and it's time to go to bed, I'll lay there and play stupid mind games with myself to fall asleep. Last night I was counting sheep. At one point they turned into circus animals, then frogs, before my mind drifted off onto something else. At least tonight, let it be something nicer... like counting how many James Hetfield clones I could fit into my bedroom. Heh.