don't waste my time

I moved to wordpress

2007-07-19T22:50:00.000-07:00

My new blog is http://dontwastemytime.wordpress.com/

Writing for the web assignment

2007-04-23T19:04:00.000-07:00

The magazine I picked that I would never read was Smocking & Embroidery. It's target audience is definitely grandma's. The magazine showed little children, old fashioned looking clothes, big on light pinks and baby blues. The type was feminine and there wasn't a whole lot of copy. There were plenty of patterns. There were pictures and letters sent in by grandmothers to the editor. Tone: "Would you like to win a Liberty Potpourri kit with the original Liberty Fabrics. It is basically a write in forum.

The magazine I read most often is INSTYLE. I think it is geared toward women 20-30 years old. They are interested in the lifestyle of well-to-do people. May also want to dress like the people in the magazine. There were stories about fashion and usually an interview with a famous person. There are a lot of visuals in the magazine of clothes and accesories and where to buy them. The tone of the magazine is classy fun.

GolfPunk magazine is the project website. It is fun and colorful. It is an alternative side of golf. For men 20-30 years old. They are interested in the lifestyle of golf. They also like the Bunker Babes. There are interviews, question and answer section, and plenty of visuals.

Censorship reflects society's lack of confidence in itself. It is a hallmark of an authoritarian regime. ~Potter Stewart

2007-04-19T18:43:00.001-07:00

No one should tell you what you can or cannot write about. Too many men gave their lives to give us that privilege. It is the first amendment of The Constitution. Writing is a release for most people. I think it is one of the best ways to get rid of any frustration and anger that you may be holding back. It's also a great way to communicate with one another. If someone is offended by something that has been written, then they should write something better. I don't know anyone who has the right to censor another person. I think Mr. Potter is right, it shows a lack of confidence. Confidence in other people and confidence in themselves.

Will you accept this rose and can I touch you in bad places?

2007-04-16T19:05:00.000-07:00

I haven't watched The Bachelor in a long time, but for some reason I am watching it now. If you haven't been paying attention the Bachelor is a doctor, in the Navy, does Philanthropy work, was in the past three Iron Man Triathlons, is physically attractive, and I think he cured cancer last year. He is thirty, has all this going for him and he's single? I don't know about you, but that sounds a little fishy. He also seems to be a bit touchy feely. However, some people are like that...like sex offenders. I have a feeling this guy is a dirty perv manwhore or hiding something really profound. I am going with dirty perv manwhore.

Third Quarter Begins

2007-04-15T16:01:00.000-07:00

The quarter is picking up momentum. Mimi's class makes me a little nervous. Every time you make a grammatical mistake you have to put a quarter in the jar. In my case, it will be dollars bills. I am trying my best to improve my grammar, but it ain't good. I have been concepting all weekend. I finished a radio ad that is a spoof on the Monty Python. Hopefully it is exactly 60 seconds long. I also have a group in my Writing for the Web Class. We are using a magazine that is a combination of golf and Maxim Magazine.

Blogga!, Blogga!, Blogga!

2007-04-09T20:57:00.000-07:00

I just had my first branding class and I think it should be interesting. The teacher seems a little quirky, but hopefully I will learn something. We were paired up today and told to pick a shoe brand. Since I was partnered up with two guys I have a feeling it will be a guy shoe brand.
I like radio too, but I feel a little bit like a traitor because I am an XM subscriber. Radio ads annoy me to the point that I am willing to pay $12 a month not to hear them. However, I am willing to listen to them in my home and try to really focus on the ads because I really need to improve in that area. I lost my partner for my web class, and hopefully I can pick a group to join. For some reason, I always seem to have bad luck in that class, like corrupt files and illness.

It pushed a button

2007-04-07T23:30:00.001-07:00

I guess I have returned to blogging. I continued a little bit on myspace. I have decided to vent about our first seminar speaker for the quarter. I don't remember his name, but he seemed to give a pretty good presentation. However, I was informed that he released some verbal vomit at the round table discussion. According to Ty and Mer, he said something to the effect of, "Unlike writing, design takes skill." Part of me really wishes I had been there because I would have said something. On the other hand it's probably good that I wasn't, I'm sure my words and actions would have been frowned upon. To say writing doesn't take skill, is to say all those English classes that were taught throughout your life is a waste. I guess everyone is just born with the ability to write. Everything in life takes some kind of skill. Driving a car, dancing, poker, and mixing a good martini takes skill. I didn't realize such ignorance existed today in the advertising agencies.

Dead Dog Serious!

2007-02-15T17:27:00.000-08:00

I have felt guilty for not blogging the past couple months. I don't know why, I don't consider myself to be a blogger. However, I think I'm gonna give it a try. So much has happened, I don't even think I can go back and recall all that has occurred. If it's important it will sporadically come out in later blogs. I plan to include pictures, since I recently received a nice digital camera from my mom. The thought that other people can read this, deters me from writing all that I would like. But since it has been awhile I don't think anyone will read this, and if so-fuck it.

Hoping to bring more to the table this time.
C

I Almost Forgot About My Blog

2006-11-30T17:28:00.000-08:00

It's been a while since my last post. I would just like to say I had a great time with everyone at Thanksgiving and the food was delicious. I then locked myself in the apartment for the rest of the break working on my Sylvia product. I sawed, carved, and sanded balsa wood. I then painted it, which I am still working on. I had a wonderful Margarita on the rocks(no salt) with Becca after the last official Design Aesthetics class. The article I am writing for the PC website is coming along and hopefully I will soon be able to put my first quarter work behind me.

The End Of The Quarter Is Upon Us.

2006-11-21T18:39:00.000-08:00

As I dive further into my article, I feel an enormous amount of pressure. There is so much information to take in. I met Hank for the first time and I have to say I haven't met anyone else like him. I didn't plan of speaking with him, but 20 minutes late I'm still in his office.
There is so much to do over break. I just want to get as much out of everything as possible. The way this school began and the way it is today is truly amazing. I feel blessed to be here.

2006-11-17T15:00:00.000-08:00

On the way to Sam Flax a little old lady backed into me. I know she was aware of it because she looked at me in her rearview mirror. I figured there probably wasn't any damage, but she sat in her car and pretended it didn't happen. I didn't say anything because she was old. How can you.
I had to buy more paper for Sylvia's class. I have spent so much money on paper. It's crazy how much I am going to have left over. I guess I'll make it into Christmas gifts.

2006-11-16T16:36:00.000-08:00

It's rainy, I have a lot of work, I'm stressed out about everything. The End.

THERE IS ONLY ROOM FOR ONE CHRISSY!

2006-11-15T12:24:00.000-08:00

I am sooo confused. There is some other girl named Chrissy who has a web site called, "Don't waste my time." Her web is somehow linked to my blog. I would just like to say that is not my web site. It is some 17 year old from Brooklyn, New York. I don't understand why it is on my page and states it's mine. It's weird.
When I was in middle school there was a girl that moved to town named Kristy Deem( I am Chrissy Deem). She has dark red hair, I have dark blonde. She moved to my street. She went to my junior high school. She started going to my gymnastic classes and eventually took away one of my best friends. This time I am prepared to take on any other person with my name. Now that I got that off my chest I will proceed with my blog.
I am a little nervous coming towards the end of the quarter. I keep getting hints that one of my teachers is going to give an assignment on the last week. Why? My hand shakes whenever I pick up the exacto knife, I think I'm allergic. I can't wait to get my work done and finally have some fun.

A Little Hoedown

2006-11-10T12:53:00.000-08:00

It's starting to get depressing blogging because it reminds me that most of my life is work. It didn't used to be that way but I guess that's why I'm here. Too much fun screws everything up. Tonight I will be working on homework and probably tomorrow as well.
I have to say that Hoedowns was a lot different than I thought it was going to be. It was shoulder to shoulder people. Big scruffy guys doing the two step and bartenders in tight T-shirts. I watched a gay couple dance that should be on the show "Dancing with the Stars." They were spinning around the dance floor like they had been doing it for years (maybe they had been). I heard a guy dropping some cheap lines on another guy when I was trying to get through the crowd. It was the same lines I myself had heard before. It was not like any gay bar I had been to before. We left earlier than planned and doubt anyone of us will go back.

It's Wednesday

2006-11-08T18:49:00.000-08:00

It has been a while since my last post. I had worked from Friday to Sunday and I had so much homework to do. I got one hour of sleep on Monday, that doesn't include when I sat on the stairs and fell asleep, and was a walking zombie on Tuesday. I fell asleep by accident at 8:00pm last night. I was going to go to the computer lab but I didn't wake up until midnight. I need to get a laptop as soon as possible.
I went and got some colored paper today to make a box for Sylvia's class. I heard last quarter students had to redo their boxes if the colors were not coordinated perfectly. Yikes! I am starting to think about critique week and I'm getting nervous. Tomorrow morning at 9:00am there is a meeting on how to present our work for critique. I know this because I just read my email 20 minutes ago. I have hit a midquarter slump. I am ready for a break to get some things organized and catch up on some sleep. I will blog about Hoedowns soon.

PGA-Day 1

2006-11-03T18:54:00.000-08:00

Today was the first day I worked the PGA Tour. I worked in a tent right on the 16th hole. Everything was gorgeous. I'm talking even the port a johns were amazing. I walked in and there was a double sink with a large vanity mirror. There were four stalls with well crafted wooden doors. There was music playing(Phil Collins-Against All Odds) and a flush button on the wall. I am used to scary football tailgating port a johns. The kind were you don't want to look down the hole but you still do. You would walk out wondering if the stench latched on to your body and other people could smell it. I have to work there Saturday and Sunday and hopefully all will go well.

I think I have a knot on my head

2006-11-02T14:37:00.000-08:00

I was sitting in my car the other day waiting for the stoplight to change. Out of nowhere something hard came through my sunroof and hit me on the head. At first I thought someone from another vehicle had thrown something at me. I looked up and I was under a tree. It must have been an acrorn or something trees produce. Then I was just embarassed and wondered if anyone saw what happened.

I got to sleep in!!!!!

2006-11-01T11:50:00.000-08:00

Halloween was fun and it was great seeing everyone in costume. It has been a few days since I blogged. I have had so much work to do that I only had three hours of sleep over a two night period. I fell asleep last evening a couple hours after Sylvia's class at 8:30pm. I slept till 11:30am today. It felt great. I am happy that I only have a few things left to do to my animal/tribe poster. That was more time consuming than I ever thought possible. We are about halfway through our first quarter. I have a feeling the second half will go by pretty fast.

Halloween party

2006-10-28T16:44:00.000-07:00

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.

2006-10-27T18:51:00.000-07:00

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

2006-10-26T17:16:00.000-07:00

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

2006-10-24T18:28:00.000-07:00

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

2006-10-23T18:25:00.000-07:00

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

2006-10-20T13:32:00.000-07:00

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

2006-10-19T17:28:00.001-07:00

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

2006-10-18T15:40:00.000-07:00

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

2006-10-17T15:47:00.000-07:00

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

2006-10-16T20:02:00.000-07:00

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

2006-10-13T21:13:00.000-07:00

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.

2006-10-12T14:17:00.000-07:00

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

2006-10-11T18:30:00.000-07:00

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!

2006-10-10T18:10:00.000-07:00

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

2006-10-09T18:50:00.000-07:00

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

2006-10-09T18:44:00.000-07:00

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

2006-10-09T10:22:00.000-07:00

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

2006-10-08T20:07:00.000-07:00

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

2006-10-07T15:09:00.000-07:00

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

2006-10-06T15:48:00.000-07:00

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.

2006-10-05T17:12:00.002-07:00

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

2006-10-04T15:20:00.000-07:00

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.

2006-10-03T06:59:00.000-07:00

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.