Mood: Meditative / Reflective .: Copper Inside :.
Listening to: .: Alexia – It Is Not The End :.
Reading: .: Everything but the Burden :.
Watching: .: Foundation for a Better Life Commercials :.
Aloha
Today was alright.
I’m a little tired.
I got up pretty early for a Monday; around 10:30. 🙂
Made sure Christine’s poster was looking good (posted) and then went out on the moped to make some rounds.
I returned a whole bunch of library books, and then went down to Old Main. Those designers had a field day with the SIFE report; scratching it up will all kinds of corrections.
I thought most of it what unnecessary; but it was mostly wording changes anyway; so it wasn’t my fault as a designer. I’m going to touch it up tomorrow and make sure everything is good.
Then went to mail off the Pagoda rough CD to the publishers, and then went to class.
Started learning about Flash today; it’s fun. I’m excited to learn to import the stuff I’ve been doing in Illustrator into Flash.
My portfolio site is going to be redone it looks like, the thing was just too stinkin’ big to upload. I have to figure out something simpler to work out. Less image and more HTML.
Went to Gospel Singers after that. I don’t know how it’s going to work with Fred. It’s just… he doesn’t sing on key. And he causes a lot of trouble with the other singers too. I don’t know, I feel bad for the kid. Me and young Alan Chipman are bonding well, though.
After that went to Senior Show class.
I hate that class so much. They ripped on my piece, students and faculty alike, and on things that I wasn’t done with anyways. I hate having to show unfinished pieces to people who argue about stupid stuff that ends up being soley a matter of opinion anyways.
Mary and Kyna were nice to me, though, and gave some constructive criticism after the rest of ’em were through with me. Make my blood boil, but it’s ok.
Sped down to Gospel Choir after that. That went well.
Then up to the Deep Thoughts Poetry reading in the new Student Union building. I don’t like the place; too open and echoey. The poetry was excellent, though, even though I only caught the tail end of it.
Played Foozball with Paul and Alan Chipman, Breon Wells, Christine Barrow, Niambi Powell and Joanne Garde.
And I’m tired. I was going to write poetry tonight, but I’m too bushed. Maybe I’ll submit something instead.