I realize I've missed a lot of days, I'm sorry :( 




This is the salute that me and my boyfriend do. Ignore the bad grammar of whoever made this poster.

"To be hopeful in bad times is not just foolishly romantic. It is based on the fact that human history is a history not only of cruelty but also of compassion, sacrifice, courage, kindness.

What we choose to emphasize in this complex history will determine our lives. If we see only the worst, it destroys our capacity to do something. If we remember those times and places--and there are so many--where people have behaved magnificently, this gives us the energy to act, and at least the possibility of sending this spinning top of a world in a different direction.

 And if we do act, in however small a way, we don't have to wait for some grand utopian future. The future is an infinite succession of presents, and to live now as we think human beings should live, in defiance of all that is bad around us, is itself a marvelous victory."

- Howard Zinn

I have been proven time and time again that I will never make it in the journalism industry, which is good, because these years of stupid writing and reporting classes that I've had to take have shown me that I would want nothing less. Let me just say how much I HATE HATE HATE interviewing. I hate it with a passion, because often times you have to take topics and ask questions about said topic or person, that you don't know that much about, and said person is an expert on, so as the interviewer, you feel completely ridiculous trying to think up questions. I hate cold-calling people for interviews, I hate going to interviews, and I hate writing about interviews. I'm not quick on my feet, so I'm horrible at interviewing in person--hell, I can barely make it over the phone. I really don't have a problem asking someone questions about something, I just can't figure out how to take everything down, because you're expected to write notes and not rely on the recorder since they often times get messed up, or the sound quality is bad. It's a ridiculous juggle trying to act like you're paying attention, write what they're saying, and find a way to transition into the next question while remaining personable all at the same time. Trying to get people to talk to you is so daunting. No one returns your phone calls or e-mails until days and days later, if at all, and it's next to nearly impossible to meet with anyone face to face, ESPECIALLY as a student journalist, because no one takes you seriously. And it doesn't matter if you do everything possible to make things happen, all that matters is that you have something to present at deadline. I guess that's my main problem, is that journalism is a job that relies too much on other people, and you just can't rely on other people. Trying just to find and get people to take the time to talk to you is so stressful, I would never be able to do this job.

So, I didn't get all of the things I needed done today, but I did make this charming little boston terrier in photoshop, who is now affectionately named toston berrier, and he has an idea. It's the best thing that's come out of today.

This is my graphic design homework. Yes, it is a color wheel made from watercolors.

Maia and and her friend Claudia were pretending to sell pets to Tyler at Rhys's birthday.

Driving back from tennis class.

I felt like ending my life here on Tuesday. I had been pissed off ALL day long. I got to class and found out that I had been moved to another group in my women's studies class, for no other reason than that my professor planned poorly and let us sign up for group presentations before she knew exactly how many people were in our class. So on Tuesday my professor announced that she had to move some people around, even though I signed up for a group presentation that I wanted to be a part of based on the topic of the presentation, and I was under the impression that because I came to class early, just so I could be there to sign up for the group I wanted, I would be allowed to stay in said group, because it was on a first come first serve basis. This was not the case, she had to pick someone out of our group to be moved and guess who was the lucky winner? That's right me. But that's not all. Not only did I have to be moved into another group, AFTER I had just settled in with the group I picked, getting everyone's contact information and learning everyone's names, my new group's presentation is next week. So my presentation date was moved up by about a week and a half because I'm now in a different group. I was so annoyed by this because I didn't understand why I had to suffer because of her poor planning skills.

Anyway, got into my comparative lit class and completely forgot to do the readings for class and guess what? We're having a quiz. My professor writes up six names of characters in Don Quixote and wants us to identify them. Couldn't answer a single one. That's great, as of now, my cumulative grade is a 0. 

Afterward, it just so happened that my new group planned a meeting for today, and since I'm now in said group, I headed to the SLC to meet them at 5, which I was rather annoyed about because I had been dying to get home to work on a piece of art all day long, and now it was being prolonged.

The group meeting was nothing short of frustrating, because one girl had come up with this idea that we would do our presentation in the form of a talk show. This does not make any sense to me, but of course the other girls are all over it, so I'm out numbered. It seems gimicky to me, but whatever. I make a suggestion about putting our media clip at the end of the powerpoint so that the class discussion can follow afterward and everyone will have something to talk about. The girl across from me says, "I just figured we could put it whatever it fit." And then all of 10 minutes, I swear, she said, "Maybe we can put it at the end." and everyone agreed. I was speechless.

I finally got away from them at 6 and I hoped I was on my way to finally working on that piece, but then Tyler and Bo wanted to go to Walmart and even though I didn't wanna go, I REALLY didn't wanna go later in the week, so I went with them. I had a couple of things and we got in line to check out behind this Indian woman. Big mistake. She had 50 hundred, thousand, million, bazillion coupons and didn't understand the nature of them. She didn't know that you couldn't use more than one coupon on a single item, and the cashier tried to explain it to her, but she still didn't understand and so they had to get the manager. We spent more time in line that in the entire store. I was standing there, leaning on the conveyor belt, holding my head while my stomach was killing me, but I tried to be patient.

After a half hour of standing in line behind ONE person, I just left and checked out at a different one, getting through the line in about 3 minutes. I finally made Bo and Tyler do the same.

So after wanting nothing more than to go home and work on the one thing that's been itching me all night, we started going in a direction that wasn't home. Bo said that he needed gas and pulled into a Chick-fil-A where Tyler bought me a little slice of heaven. And then everything clicked, it was literally like that one magical Chick-fil-A combo turned everything around. 2 minutes later my dad called and said that he had been talking to the grad admission lady and asked if I was too late to still be sending in application materials (a question I had been dreading to know the answer to) since the deadline was supposedly Jan. 1. She said that it was perfectly fine and that Jan. 1 was really the deadline for PhD students. I couldn't be more relieved because this has been a point of serious stress for many days now. It was weird, like an episode of a sitcom where everything goes wrong for 45 minutes and then it's all resolved in the last 15 minutes of the show.

This was supposed to be a picture of my brother's eyebrows that I was trying to take a picture of to show my boyfriend, because I wanted him to see how much I had tweezed and cleaned them up, but it ended up being kinda cool, so I figured I'd post it.

We celebrated my sister's 23rd birthday today, and this is one of the many close-ups I got from story time at the dinner table.

Okay, so I haven't taken any pictures today. Honestly, I've just been working on homework and I finally got around to making a typography design that I've had in my head for about a week now, and I'm pretty proud of how it turned out, so I'm going to let this count as my pic a day.


The lyrics are from "Happiness is a Warm Gun" by the Beatles--well really, John Lennon wrote them, so go figure.

I was working on my graphic design homework when I stumbled on this:



These are like how I would've designed them if I had been charged with the task.

This is kind of a crap one, but it is what I did about most of the day. Drove home, except I wasn't driving right then, we switched off and Tyler drove after we got through Atlanta, and I took this craptastic picture. I hate driving from Athens to Cartersville. It's taxing. The only thing I like about this picture is how much of the night sky is in it, I like that all the action is at the bottom.

 This is why Craig Ferguson is my  favorite late night TV show...

I was pretty impressed by this. It was at Kroger.