Halloween party

Once again typography took longer than it should have. I am about to get ready to go to a couple parties. I decided to be a school girl, like last year. I just didn't have it in me to go out and get something different. I made about 40 jello shots last night and I purchased a juice box(cheap box wine). Hopefully it will be a fun exciting night.

I spent hours today looking for supplies for Sylvia's never ending assignments. Becca and I went everywhere. Traffic was horrible and I was getting frustrated with stores that didn't have crap. We ran into a few guys from Creative Circus that were straight(exciting!-very rare thing around Atlanta). We were going to drive by them and yell out the window, "Creative Circus Sucks...Beotches!" However, we didn't want to feel the repercussion of our actions and start a school rivalry. Mess with the bull you get the horns.

Cook and Burn

How come everytime I try to cook the fire detector goes off? The food was only slightly black this time. My nervous roommate came downstairs to check on me. I was trying to circulate the air in the living room by waving a towel up and down in hopes the detector would stop beeping at me. A maintenance man could hear it from outside. He saw me waving my towel(where he came from I don't know). I opened the door to explain to him that everything was okay. It was kind of creepy that he was watching me through the window, but nice if there had been a problem.

Sleep Walking

I think it is possible that I was sleep walking through Sylvia's class today. I remember writing down stuff that is due next week, but I have no idea what. Luckily I get to work some more on my poster. Thats on top of what's due for next week-cool! I think I am just going to start snorting lines of coffee up my nose. It sort of feels like that cheesy "B" movie with Freddy Krueger, "Nightmare on Elm Street." All the kids are trying to come up with creative ways to stay awake. For example, a girl sitting on her bed hugging a big coffee can and munching on coffee grounds(I think I might try that). A classic T.V. example of someone trying to stay awake is Jessie, from "Saved by the Bell." She gets addicted to caffeine pills. Is that even possible? Come on Jessie, just chug a Mountain Dew.

J. Hideaway

I had a great time on Saturday. The diner was unlike any I had been to in the past. The concept of greasy food and martinis all at the same place is brilliant. There was great music and dancing. I could see myself going dancing there every weekend...Not! I think the older guy I danced with was still a virgin. His body movements were awkward and his social skills were nonexistent. There was a really old guy who kept kissing me on my hand and cheek every time I walked by. It was a pretty small place, but it contained a large group of interesting and disturbing people. I think it would be a nice place to go when you are really drunk or if there is nowhere else to go.

A Brilliant Idea

I finally tried the free laundry service at Colonial Homes. I was afraid that my clothes would smell like cheap detergent, but they don't. It came nicely folded and ready to put away. Folding laundry has to be one of my least favorite activities. Whoever came up with this service is a genius.

Minutes Turned To Hours

Why is it that events or errands that you think will take ten minutes, take ten times longer. All I needed was a plain white long- sleeve dress shirt. That's it . All the ones at Target I think were inspired by Pirates of the Caribbean. They all had some ruffle or fluffy thing. Besides Target, I went to Ross, Marshals, Lennox Mall, and the two-story Target. I didn't stay long at the mall because I looked scrubby and everyone else looked well dressed. Then I got stuck in the rush hour traffic. On top of all that I had picked up milk and frozen foods at the first Target. The milk was in my trunk for at least two hours. If you all never see me again I died from spoiled milk, or some kind of foreign bacteria growth in my unfrozen foods.

Lost Again

To anyone who hasn't bought their paper for Sylvia's class, buy it now! I went this after noon not really intending on purchasing my paper, but they are already low on warm grey's. After I purchased my paper from Sam Flax I got lost for an hour and a half. I knew I wasn't close to my neighborhood when I saw a taco bell/pizza hut express. My roommate was talking about it the other day and was upset that there wasn't any in the area. I ended up by the Aquarium and proceded to go deep into the ghetto of Atlanta. I saw an array of interesting people. However, I didn't want to stop and ask any of them for directions. There was a tall guy with dark blonde hair that had red bags under his eyes. The red encircled the entire eye socket. I think he was on drugs. I must go and work on my poster and many other things.

I Can't Believe I'm Still Awake

It's the third week and it feels like two months. I'm running on almost two hours of sleep. I am about to work on my poster, again. I have a ton of homework and don't know where to begin. There is so much to take in and such little time to do so. Could you imagine if this school ran in semesters instead of quarters. ..Scary! My roommate is a quarter ahead of me and has just as much work this quarter as she did last quarter. I just hope in the end it's all worth it.

Homework

I have come to the conclusion that Sylvia's class is broccoli. The whole time you are trying to choke it down, people are telling you that it is good for you. I would like to know who decided that copywriters should take this class. I think that person must have been messed over by a copywriter in the past. I did homework all weekend and found that homework in typography that should take an hour, will actually you take five. I had to call my teacher for Type this weekend because I wanted to know if we could put our pictures on two pages. She got back to me the next day and said that it would be okay. At the end of class on Monday she then told us that she wanted it on one page. I guess I should have been more specific with my question. Is it okay to have them on two pages for the remainder of the quarter, not just Monday?

Party Time

It is Friday night and I am doing some homework. I remember the days when Fridays always meant fun. There were bars, friends, and drama. Currently I am working on Sylvia's stuff, but Saturday morning I will be working on Typeography. It's always exciting when you can mix it up. I just want to make sure I'm not staying up all night the night before the class. It makes me nervous and I enjoy a good nights sleep. That can be rare at this school.

I Didn't Know You Couldn't Do That.

For typeography class we are required to go around town and take pictures of the different styles that are used. There is a strip of stores next to the mall that has some interesting text, but don't go there to take pictures. There was a group of us Kevin, Adrian, Becca, Meredith, and me. I stepped out of the vehicle and started to take a picture of the Office Depot sign when in the distance I heard a voice say, "You can't take pictures here." I asked the group if they heard anyone, but no one else did. I continued on my way to another sign, Pella, to take pictures. Then I hear it again, it was a security guard that had been stationed in a plain white van. He was telling Kevin not to take pictures because it was private property. Kevin wanted to see it in writing, but we all knew that wasn't going to happen. The guard was getting irritated, so we got back in the vehicle. The guard went back to his van and continued to eyeball us. I said that we should drive by the Pella sign and slow down so I could get a good picture. When we did that the guard started to get out of his van and come toward us. We high-tailed it out of there, and with the forbidden photographs. We never had a problem taking pictures anywhere else. Talk about a power trip.

Character By Association

If I were a ______ then I would be_______.

Animal-horse
Flower-daisy
Tree-palm tree
Color-blue
Food-mashed potato
Country-Austrailia
Model of Car-Voltswagon
Kitchen utensil-corkscrew
Odor-cucumber melon
Playing card-Jack of Diamonds
Month-May
Radio Station-laid back/The Blend on XM
Body of water-river
Brand of Soap-Finesse
Piece of jewelry-plain gold chain

I Got A Kick In The Ass!

I knew going into Sylvia's class that she wasn't going to like anyone's work, but that knowledge didn't really prepare me for it. I had to be the last person to present, which if you get the chance you need to go second. I had to sit there and listen to everyone's tribe and animal for four hours. By the time I got up to present my materials, my brain was shot. If my focus was design, her class would have changed my mind.

We All Have Enemies-Personal Essay

I feel that everyone in the world is at odds with a certain species, such as a dogs, cats, or even fish. I have known for a while who my foe is, and yet still don't know the motive behind it. My secret enemy are birds.
To my knowledge I did not start this war, but I will finish it if I have to. It started back when I was in early elementary school, there was a BlueJay that would hang around outside my window. It would stare at me, but I just thought it was pretty. Eventually it started to dive bomb at my head everytime I went outside. My mother wanted me to wear a helmet, but the only one I had was part of a tag team game. It was red and had a black box dangling from it which would screech out a noise anytime you were shot with the proton gun. The helmet got in my way a lot when I was playing outside. Everytime I would swing on the swing set the chains would scrape against the sides of my helmet and would hurt my ears.
However, the helmet did protect me from any diseases it may have carried. There have been multiple times where I have been pooped on. Once when I had been up all night studying for a final I was taking a shortcut through the student union,The Mountainlair, and I felt a warm drop of liquid on my head. I went to wipe it away and I noticed that it was white. I ran into the parking garage to wipe it off with my backpack, because that is all that I had with me at the time. I told myself that it was goodluck, but deep down I know that wasn't true. It was part of my bird curse. Another incident occurred when I had just washed my car and parked it at the City Park. I had just finished my run when I noticed that it had been violated five times on the windshield by some wicked birds. There were no trees around or powerlines. I was so angry that I grabbed my cell phone to complain to my friend Ashton. While it was ringing I felt something warm land on my shoulder. I too had been violated. They have tiny brains, but they must work at full capacity. There must been plans being made when they sit on the powerlines all day chirping. Maybe they discuss who and where they will strike next.
My last story that I wish to share took place at Hilton Head Island. I had driven down there for a friends wedding and was enjoying the day at the beach lying in the sand. I decided to leave my stuff next to Ashton and check out the live band that was playing about 100 yards away. Looking around the beach I noticed that there weren't any seagulls, just gangs of crows. I watched the band for a couple minutes and proceeded back to my spot in the sand. While I was walking I noticed a large crow standing on my beach bag. It had its head stuck inside looking for something. I yelled at Ashton to wake up and scare the bird away, but it was too late. It had reach into my beachbag and into my purse and retrieved a ziplock bag of Ibeprofin. They were essential because of my horrible cramps that weekend. The crow flew over to a family of rocks and started to peck at the bag, trying to get the pills out. I ran after him and everytime I would get close, he would take it and fly down the beach to another group of rocks. He was clearly a professional, a junkie that needed help. He finally lost it after many attempts and I felt lucky.
I think there are some species of birds that are worse than others. Other strange bird encounters have occurred, but writing anymore about it could get them riled up. I hope someday there can be a truce to this ugly situation.

It is Getting Repetitive

I wish I had more to write about than the work in Sylvia's class, but I guess I can write about the work in my other classes. I wish I had a mac class. I miss my PC, I feel lost on these computers. That part is going to cause a lot of struggle in my Typeography class, I am already figuring that out.

The Cleremont Expedition

The five of us squeezed into Meredith's car and away we went to," The Cleremont. " When we arrived around midnight, Meredith had to move her car to the back parking lot to keep it from getting towed. We had already got out of the vehicle and walked around the building to meet her. By the time we got to her, a man had already tried to solicit her. As we walked closer to the building I was immersed in the smell of sewage and a sign with the outline of two female forms was hanging outside the building bearing the name,"The Cleremont." There was a large brutish man eyeing the I.D.'s and collecting the three dollar cover charge. From the time we stepped up to the door I noticed that every wall had a piece of paper on it telling the patrons not to take pictures, or their camera would be taken away. We all went up to the bar as soon as we walked in. I proceeded to order a Long Island Iced Tea and observed the uniquely shaped woman dance on the red square table behind the bar. The dancing lady wasn't really close enough to receive tips from customers, so I guess it was just part of her job.
We then shuffled over to the sitting area, where a couple ladies walked around and would entertain you with their talent (a.k.a. dancing naked) for twenty dollars. The first entertainer I observed was straddling a young man in his chair. She was a heavy black woman wearing a long blonde curly wig. She was grabbing her breasts and slapping them against the mans face. I thought that it was just a topless bar until the woman turned around and I saw her black fury bush. Quickly, I looked away in horror, but it was too late. The image was burned into my mind.
Her next trick was to crush a Coors Light can with her breasts. She aggressively flattened it into a shiny piece of tin. The group of men surrounding her clapped and cheered as a way to show their drunken admiration.
After a few minutes of chatting and looking around the room, a lady approached us wanting to know if we would like a dance. Adrian slipped her $20 and motioned her to dance for Tyrese. His eyes bugged out of their sockets when the lady began pushing her ass in his face and shaking it, waiting for him to slap it. He pretended to feel awkward, but I think he really liked it. She was wearing black high heels and a long plastic bead necklace that was gold. She would incorporate the necklace into her dance by letting it fall to her waist and other areas that I won't go into detail about. Tyrese could probably give a more detailed account about her body and dance movements.
Becca, Meredith, and myself made sure to take a couple trips to the restroom to experience the different types of women that were there. Some nice, some vulgar things were written all over the walls in marker and chalk. Since chalk was available, I wrote and drew on the walls. The only toilet was masked by a long black curtain, along with the only sink and mirror.
Next to the ATM was a Mentos Machine. This was the first time I had ever seen a Mentos machine, it cost twenty-five cents. That just seemed appropriate at this place for some reason. There was also a Terminator 3 pinball machine that was either broken or Adrian just really sucks at it. They had shirts hanging on the wall for $10 and tank tops for $14, I think we should have bought them and worn them to class. Adrian tried to take a picture or them with his camera phone, but was almost kicked out of the bar by an old lady bartender for breaking the "no picture" rule. She said something about needing to respect The Cleremont. We said a cheer, took a tic-tac shot, and then decided to go to "Hole in the Wall."

First Quarter Party

Last night was the first quarter party. I thought it would be a little different than it turned out. The party was held at a coffee shop, Octane, in Midtown. Instead of kegs, we each recieved four drink tickets. We had a choice beer or wine. I thought the beer was disgusting it was called Sweet Hummer or something to that effect. I am a Miller Light girl, I think it tastes better than the fancy brews they try to concock today . I met some upper quarter students and had a pretty good time. However, the homework for Sylvia's class lingered in the back of my mind. Instead of going to a club afterwards, I went straight home.

First and Last Party of the Quarter

I am interested to see how the first quarter party is going to play out. I heard it was really fun last year and who can pass up free beer. Go WVU football!!!

Goodbye Weekends

I think today is Friday, it feels like one long day that doesn't end. I strongly feel that is what the quarter is going to be like. No more watching college football at the bar on the weekend or lounging around like a vegetable on Sundays. Sylvia's class is like a constant juggling act, where if you drop one ball it can devistate the rest of your quarter and have a domino effect on your other classes. The good news is, it's a beautiful day outside. Try to enjoy a few minutes of it.

Cool vintage stuff does not include appliances.

Just to inform everyone, the new Target opened and the smell of new clothes and furniture filled the air. My mission was to replace the broken microwave. I decided that I should just get the cheapest one. However, when I reached the shelf of microwaves, I soon noticed that it is quite possible that the cheapest microwave was designed and made in the eighties. It has been hoping that someday it would be purchased, quite possibly since the song "Footloose" was in the top 10. Well, today was not that day, I sprung for a cute red one and it works great. Save the vintage style for clothes and furniture.

Just trying to float

I have experienced the class that everyone has warned me about. It is Sylvia's design class, and they weren't kidding. The only way I can express how I felt is to compare it to swimming classes at the YMCA as a child. When any person begins the process of learning to swim at the YMCA, the first thing you notice are the different divisions of swimmers. At the low end you have the polywogs, and at the high end you have the baracudas. The polywogs are struggling to float with a kickboard and the baracudas are getting ready to compete in the Olympics. Needless to say, I felt like a little polywog swimming in a lake of baracudas. I'm sure I'm not the only who felt overwhelmed, but that only makes me feel a little better. I will be happy if I make it through her class without any permanent damage from lack of sleep.

Life is short-make it interesting.

If I am going to spend time reading your blog, it better be good. I shouldn't wish for those five minutes of my life back after reading about your lasagna dinner with sprinkles of parmesan cheese. I can't promise that my blogs will be captivating, but hopefully somewhat amusing.