Semester is over! I survived and everything, and I'm free until the first or second week of September now \o/

And now, have a ton of photos. I don't know if anyone wants to see them, but I want to post them, so there.

First of all, ( that set design project I spent a million hours on. )

In the interim here I also did a costume design assignment and a sound design assignment. Sound design I can't show pictures of, obviously, but it was a passage from World War Z read to Nine Inch Nails' "A Warm Place"; the costume design assignment was done on a second consecutive all-nighter while watching cartoons, so the idea is sound but the quality of the work was awful. You guys don't get to see that either.

Instead, have ( the costume designs I did for the group final. )

Apparently I not only survived the semester but got an A, but it's four years since I got through an academic semester without severe embarrassment and more than that since I got an A in a class I wasn't repeating, so chances are high that I will wake up soon into the real world where I flunked. In the meantime I'm relatively free for the next six weeks, so brb buying a tank of coffee and writing all the fanfiction in the world.

So apparently Transformers 2 fails horribly. In every conceivable way.

This upsets me because I enjoyed the first one a lot, and was ecstatic that there was going to be a sequel. It upsets me because in my experience Orci and Kurtzmann are generally a little less faily than the average, not miles more, and because I was really rather fond of Bob Orci in particular for the way he interacted with Star Trek fandom before that movie came out. It upsets me because part of this movie was filmed in my hometown, which is generally known as That Place With The Failed Steel Plant and doesn't generally get this kind of visibility and really doesn't need its reputation tainted with even more fail.

It upsets me even more because fucking nobody who is writing any movie set anywhere at all should think this is acceptable or funny or anything but disgusting. I feel so sick about this. What the hell.

In other depressing news: warning!wank. Lots of people in fandom are faily victim-blaming idiots; the rest of us are unsurprised. And I continue to be the youngest and only female employee in my department, and someone grabbed my ass on the train home from work yesterday, and I think I've been pretty good (by my standards) at being upbeat and rolling with it lately but god it is so tiring being a woman, sometimes.

In better news! That project that the lurkers keep pestering me about in email was supposed to be done today, and was; however the professor wasn't around to grade things, so instead we got a friendly helpful subsitute professor and an extension to Thursday. So that will get finished (again) tomorrow, and there will be photographs, and you will all be impressed or else.

In the meantime, please enjoy ( my so-called notes from yesterday's staff meeting. )

Yesterday was payday, so I'm going to go out and get some dinner now. People had better stop sucking by the time I get back or I will-- idk, I will find something to turn around, okay.

Emerald Blades is still stuck on Halloween. That's incredibly sad.

I was gonna go to bed at a relatively normal time tonight. In fact, I did. But I couldn't sleep . . . so here I am.

Ran into Sammi at the library today-- she's not going to First Night after all. Oh well.

I got my French essay written the other day, but I don't know how.

In the next two weeks, I have to complete four essays and two pieces of fiction. Minimum. Plus revise two old papers, and then there are two more stories I'm doing on my own time: one fanfic and one original, although my writing sample for Governor's School is gonna be part of the latter. Most of this writing is due either Monday or Tuesday, and I have done none of it. All I seem to be capable of is reading library books, bitching on my LJ, visiting the school weight room, and sleeping.

I actually lost an hour yesterday. I was reading Cold Allies by Patricia Anthony, which I'm sure is a very good book that I would've greatly enjoyed had I possessed the mental capacities to remember which character was which. I glanced at the clock-- it was 2:15. I read for about half an hour more, looked at the clock again. It said 3:50. I don't wanna know how the hell that happened.

On the up side, I had some fun with post-holiday sales today and got m'self three pairs of pants and a cute shirt for 47 bucks total. (Cords and sweats, seventeen dollars total; jeans and top, fifteen each.)

Have also produced this. It scanned really badly but still looks better here than on the actual page.

( crappy excuse for kinda, sorta, maybe the beginning of a drawing )

I don't draw that often, so it's REALLY slow. Even slower than writing, which for me is saying something. Took me two hours just to get that far. (A good hour of that was because decline benches are surprisingly difficult to draw. Especially for someone who can't remember the rules of perspective to save her life.)

On the even upper side (I know, that sounded wrong), there's been a sudden gush (even wronger!) of NC-17 fic on McShepSlash. So I'm feeling better.

Although--between that and the decline bench-- I probably won't be getting to sleep any time soon. *giggles evilly*

This can't be helping my sanity any.

It's been way too long since I listened to this song.

But why do pierogies take so much bloody time to make? It's, like, five seconds of effort . . . but they have to be in the oven for half an hour. At least. Depressing.

LATER: I take that back. I have lovely, golden, greasy pierogies here. They are yea short of exploding, they're that puffed up. And they are steaming. I can literally see steam rising up out of the one in my hand.

Mmmmmmmmmmmm.

( and mmmmmmmmm again )

I'm such a little Stalker!Pringle. It's awful.

I printed that pic, actually (the whole thing, not just the hair), feeling drawingish what with Mini giving me a cute notebook and pencils for Xmas.

This *CANNOT* end well.

No, wait a second. There isn't anything encouraging. It turned out that I had orchestra right after that post (seventy minutes . . . stake me now) and not precalc. And I have a really cool drawing I want to make of a memory I have of Hair Squee!, but I wholly lack the technical skill, so it'll be left permanently in my head to gradully deteriorate into oblivion. And I have to go to school, which is just generally evil.

I want to learn to draw properly, dammit.

What's more, I can't seem to write anything. I'm supposed to be working on "The Found Ones" but I can't even get the first scene out. And yet I already have the last scene down-- you know ('kay, no you don't), the one which involves large quantities of making out. That tells you something about my current mental state, doesn't it?

On the other hand, I'm no longer even remotely in dress code. And somehow, everything seems better when you're wearing a zip-front sweatshirt and a denim skirt that doesn't need to be ironed every five minutes.