somewhere over the rainbow

This and that, from the Droid.

2011-03-30T08:56:00.001-05:00

Blogging on the Droid? Maybe a little. I will write a review of "Sucker Punch " in a couple of days.

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Comic Con 2011

2011-02-06T00:29:00.000-06:00

While it isn't exactly new news to anyone that Comic Con International is a huge event, this will be the first year I get to attend! Earlier today tickets went on sale and thanks to the magical workings of a friend, I'm going to be able to attend. I still can't quite believe it - there was much jumping around and laughing aloud for sheer joy of it this afternoon - and I'm looking forward to the event with a great deal of excitement.

I do feel terrible, though, for those people I know - and don't know, for that matter - who weren't able to get tickets to the event. The queue for tickets was really beyond outrageous, and as I said if it hadn't been for my friend, there's no way I would have been able to go myself. It was a very fortunate turn of events.

I'm hoping that the refunded passes will be made available to people who really want to go, and that a registration system will be a bit more reliable in the future. There seemed to be an awful lot of issues and while I don't doubt the SDCC staff was working towards what they believed to be the best possible solution, there was definitely still a lot of anger from fans to be felt.

Still - for those going, congratulations and I can't wait!

What's my state again?

2011-02-04T16:14:00.000-06:00

There was some pretty significant weather in Texas today. By pretty significant, I'm referring to freezing rain and sleet, enough to result in horrid driving conditions and a large increase in the use of our heater. I fell asleep last night under a sheet and three blankets with two cats nearby for extra warmth and woke up to a phone call from my director at work. She let me know the roads weren't drivable and that the office would - at best - be closed until early afternoon.

What did I do when I heard this news? Promptly returned to the mentioned nest of blankets and cats for a few more hours of sleep.

I'm not sure what it is, but going back to bed when you would regularly be going to/getting ready to go to work feels exceptionally good. As in, the kind of good that makes you want to roll around and get comfortable because you don't have to be at work - yet, you're still getting paid. In short? I got paid to sleep in. Gotta love it.

The weather didn't relent for the rest of the day. The rain did stop, but freezing temperatures kept up and eventually the decision was made to keep the office closed for the rest of the day.

Verdict?

I did a major happy dance. Then went back to bed.

"Hey; gotcha."

2011-01-29T20:48:00.000-06:00

Most people who know me on more than a casual level know that I adore cosplay. It's one of those goofy, geeky hobbies which sort of came out of nowhere eight or nine years ago, and it's just an outright blast. I like tracking down different pieces of an outfit and watching it come together, either very quickly or over a longer period of time. There's a lot of fun to be had in putting forth time, effort and love into a final product and while this might not be the conventional form of that people see, it's something I really enjoy.

One of the most recent chances I had to do this was Dragon Con 2010. Tracking down the Oasis waterfall jacket was a huge triumph, and I remember how happy I was when it came in the mail. Double that feeling when I put it on the first time and realized the outfit was blessedly close to being finished. I almost didn't take it to convention because of a couple of missing parts. Amaya was the one to quickly convince me otherwise, and I did get my photos and time to shine. Chris has more than proven he's a good friend, and he's most certainly my Doctor. I think this photograph is the one I like the most, out of those we've had the chance to take. A friend said it best, it's very peaceful. I have it framed on my desk, alongside one of me and Kate (my dearest bestie) so I can see it and smile.

I remember how happy I was during that weekend - and how disheartened and hurt I was when I found out the vicious words someone had been saying behind my back. Someone I'd done my best to be nice to, even after repeated snubbing on their part.

I've never been a size four, and I never will be. I've always been heavier than others, and there are reasons behind it. My pastime isn't to sit on the couch with a carton of Ben and Jerry's and go to town - I work a full time, well paying job and spend my weekends with family and friends. There are medical conditions in my past which have laid on the pounds around my midsection, and I've been combating it for years. It's not easy, it's definitely a struggle - but it's part of my life, and I don't allow it to dictate what I do and don't do. It surely doesn't dictate what my friends think of me, either - because I associate and surround myself with people who are good and see a person for what they are. Call it naive if you will, but I'd much prefer that kind of person than anyone who favored physical appearance. I'll lose the weight and drop sizes, and when I do I'll remember who still cared about me when I was heavier and had these problems to combat. Those are the people I'll give my time to.

But I found out, through a grapevine of people I trust, that this person who said vicious things about me said one thing in particular that hurt - that I "was too fat and too short to costume as Amy Pond." (If you're unfamiliar with Amy or her character, she's the one I'm dressed as in the photograph on this post.) In any context, those words would be hurtful. Let's take into account, though, that Amy Pond's actress is (quite literally) a British model with legs that reach to Nova Scotia and a figure most women will never be able to achieve. In short, she's at least six inches taller than I will ever be, and she's most certainly thin. Where in the context of the wide world of cosplay does it say you must be physically identical to the character you choose in order to go out and go for it?

That's right - it doesn't.

I had to think about this for awhile before it stopped hurting - when I told Chris, he said it kind of well - the long and short was, people are going to hate, and if they're hating on you then that means you're doing a good job at whatever it is they're hating you for.

And I realized how very, very true that is.

I remember that night, a Thursday when I was so tired I almost didn't go out (again, at Dragon Con 2010), and Chris ended up convincing me. It was the first night of our Eleven and Amy together, and the first night I stepped out in that particular costume. Something that I cared about and loved, that I spent time on and felt amazing in. And no one has the ability to take that away from me. No one - including the snippy, nasty person who said those things about me. Make no mistake - I know exactly who that person is. And maybe someday the time will come when I confront them on it, but it's more likely that as time passes, I'll laugh that I ever allowed someone that insignificant to reach me at all with their words. Because someone that foolish - that petty and horrid in what they say - really has no place in my life.

There's a huge photo shoot in the coming week, and I'm looking forward to it. We'll all be together again - so many of us - in one place with a fantastic photographer and a lot of promise for fun. That's what this is about - and what it should always be about. Not about size or shape or colour - those are the things that start wars and end friendships - but about fun. About looking good (because you feel good) and smiling (not just because it looks better for pictures, but because it's better for your heart.)

"All that I'm after is a life full of laughter, as long as I'm laughing with you."

2011-01-23T01:57:00.000-06:00

There's a lot of sadness in our house as of late. It isn't because we're angry with each other, but because we recently lost a part of the family. I don't care how it sounds or how it seems, the truth is Candy was every much as part of our family as any one of us is. It didn't matter that she couldn't speak words - she still spoke to us. She was always waiting for whoever was coming through the door to say hello. Candy chose us, back in 1994 after some pretty serious floods came around our area. The family that had her prior to us had moved away and abandoned her - something that's terrible, but in a way ended up to be a blessing. Because if those people hadn't left her behind, she never would have found us - and given us over sixteen years of joy.

Candy had more personality than I'd ever seen in a cat. She knew what she wanted, who she was, and where she wanted to be. And she definitely wanted to be with us. From the very beginning, she and my father had some kind of special bond. She favored him, always following him around the house and meowing for his attention, which he would more than give to her. They were constant companions for the many years she was in the house, from reading the paper together on Sunday mornings (my father reading while Candy burrowed under the pages he wasn't using), exercising (my father doing his exercises while Candy observed nearby) and more than a fair share of naps (which they both took part in). Growing up, my father never had a pet and now this was the first time he'd had an animal who really took to him. We've never scrimped on opening our home and our hearts to animals - and cats - but Candy was my father's special companion. She was fond of my mother, too, but there wasn't much question that Candy was my father's cat.

There are so many good memories that I never want to forget.

But on Friday, January 21st, we had to say goodbye to our precious Candy. For a time we'd been noticing her age catching up with her, and on Friday morning she was no longer able to use her back legs. It was one of the most heartbreaking things I've ever seen, because I knew what it meant for her. We'd been holding on as long as we could to her (she wasn't in pain, and that was why), not ready to say goodbye. But on Friday, we knew it was time. I went with my mother because I knew she needed someone with her, and I knew just as well that my father wouldn't be able to withstand it.

It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. And I won't write about the details here because I doubt I'll ever forget them, and that isn't what I want to remember about Candy. I will say that she cuddled up close to me while I held her and I knew she was saying goodbye. I just knew.

I'm tearing up right now just thinking about it.

But we had to say goodbye because it was the most merciful choice for her. Even though I know that, it hurts so much still. We don't ever want to lose someone or something we love, least of all someone that dear to our hearts.

I know Candy will always be with us, the same way that we will always miss her.

Work, work, and work.

2011-01-19T22:02:00.000-06:00

Did I mention that I work? Because I do.

Every two weeks, we're required to stay a hour and a half past our usual closing time for those students unable to call us during our 8 - 4:30 office hours. It's not a horrible thing, but it does make for a longer day than the rest. Tonight was mine, being that one of my co-workers took today as paid vacation time - she'll work tomorrow night, I worked tonight.

I think the hardest part of my day is the commute. It goes about thirty (if I'm lucky) to forty-five minutes (moderate to hair-pulling traffic), sometimes upping to a hour (cue hitting my head against the steering wheel in time with some music) when it's later. Tonight was the last kind of commute, where I left the office by six and didn't return home until seven. Exhausted? Definitely.

But I had a good day. A good, solid day where I was included in a meeting with the marketing department (to my surprise, and that of my supervisors) and had the chance to contribute things that I know made a difference. When the company CEO looks at you and says she's pleased, you know that she wouldn't just say that to make someone feel better. No, she's not that way. I contributed today, and I felt good. Add in that I took someone's negative situation and turned it into a positive, and I think I did all right today.

I've definitely earned my sleep.

"How you choose to express yourself."

2011-01-16T17:45:00.000-06:00

I have some pretty random music on right now, and I won't apologize for that. My mind is going a million miles a hour, the way it tends to after I come back from my weekend excursions. And now, I need somewhere to release a bit.

Right before I signed in here, I felt this strange kind of obligation to go back and reconnect with some friendships that have fallen apart over the past couple of years. Why? Because of the friendship those people have with someone close to me. Someone who's very near to my heart, and who I want to see as happy as possible. Someone I think about more than a little bit every day - someone who I love.

Now make no mistake, this person didn't say anything to me about this potential course of events. I just felt it come up in my mind and entertained the possibility for a little while. I mean, where's the harm, right? Reconnecting with people? People who have an ill opinion of me, who have gone to varying lengths to say less than pleasant things in my absence, question my character, question my ability to have a friendship? People who I've had misunderstandings with that have caused the downturn of such friendships, and who never bothered to respond to my attempts to make it right? No, no one suggested trying to mend these bridges to me. I came up with the idea, random as it was, and entertained it while I settled in after my trip.

I considered the possibilities, both the good and the bad, and played around with a few scenarios in my head. And I'm not an idiot - I knew it wouldn't be received easily if I were to take this route. I'd have to listen to berating and chastising from these people, a rather lengthy tale of the wrongs I'd done (which I don't believe myself wholly guilty of), and possibly terms and conditions to being on speaking terms again. Maybe those thoughts were a bit extreme, but I've seen it happen before - it wouldn't surprise me to see it happen again.

And even as I considered the possibilities, dark as some might be, I knew that if it would make him happy - even if he didn't know I had done or was doing it - that I'd entertain the thought rather closely. It's a matter of proverbially swallowing my pride, choking down my own discomforts for the sake of his happiness.

If it would make him happy.

But this thought pattern started to change when I came back to sit down and write this. Why would I want people like this back in my life? Why open a door that's best left closed? Wasn't I better without these people than with them? In retrospect, it's almost a marvel how I didn't see the poison that was there before. And yet, I still held the fear close to my heart that, because these are people integrated into his (nearly) day to day life, there would be a dark influence cast over him in regards to me. After all, it wouldn't be a secret that they didn't like me. I can't imagine it's gone unmentioned.

I felt caught at a crossroads, where neither road was well lit enough for me to see its ending. And it wasn't a feeling of being slightly off center. It resonated with cold, hard fear in my stomach, something I wanted to warm away but had no means to. It feels that I've come so far. Could I really lose what means so much to me so quickly? By a hand that's not my own, or his own?

Then I remembered to check my text messages, for the first time in at least a hour.

A message was waiting, from him. And part of it was a question - a question as to confirm when I'd be coming back to see him again.

My fears went away, and the desire to let poison back into my life disappeared as quickly as it had come.

Somewhere along this winding path, this anything but smooth road that I've become acquainted with, I've come to trust him. Whether or not he's deserving of that trust by anyone else's definition is irrelevant - what matters is that I've placed my trust into him. I did it before I had even truly realized it had happened, in some kind of maddening and blinding leap forward that I knew had to be taken, were any forward ground to be gained.

And he hasn't let me down.

Overture, etc.

2011-01-11T21:17:00.000-06:00

I keep thinking about the weirdest things that I want to write here, and then when I come back to them, I realize maybe they aren't so weird after all. I mean, it's pretty usual to want to write about your day at work. Even if it's nothing particularly monumental, it's still natural to want to remember things. We have good memories, but there might only be so much room to retain information in the mind. Then what? I think that's what journals - and also, blogs - are for. This is just a little more broad.

My job lets me meet some extraordinary people. Even if I only get the chance to talk to them once over the phone, it's still exceptional to hear the different stories they tell. Nurses have this monumental drive to go forth and explore and search and overcome - and do so many other things - that isn't seen every day. It's there in every one of us but it's not always easy to bring out. And nurses aren't afraid of the same things others are. I can't look a bloody cut in the proverbial face, but they tend to and care for these things every day. It's nothing out of the ordinary for them, nothing they aren't relatively prepared for.

So I think that, sometimes, I might write about my day here. To talk about some of the things I hear - anonymously, of course, I'd never mention names - just so I don't forget. I don't want to forget that there are remarkable people in the world.

Time, space, and fairytales.

2010-11-08T20:45:00.002-06:00

I had an interesting thought come to me a little while ago, and if I'm honest with myself, I'm not entirely sure how to lead into it. That's something I've always had trouble with when it comes to writing, the lead in and introductory part. Setting the stage is important and I need to master it, but for now I'll just settle for hopping right into what is in my mind. I owe my best friend, Kate, for the idea for this post, because it's something she said that inspired the train of thought.

It's no secret that the majority of my friends - including myself, at that - are happily wrapped up in one kind of fandom or another. And these fandoms most frequently center around shows because there's frequently new material to fall in love with, pick apart, gaze at adoringly, or become impossibly stressed over (irrationally so) while waiting for the next episode to come our way. I mean, come on - how many people out there haven't done that? We become caught up in something where we're given an escape - for anywhere from thirty minutes to around a hour - and when there's a dramatic conclusion to said hour, we want to know that the characters we've come to care about are going to be 'all right.' It's funny, in a way, how attached we can get, but in truth there's not a thing wrong with it. It's just something to enjoy, something to relax into and turn towards when we'd rather turn away from the rest of the world. Other times it's not even as complicated as that - it's simply because we're having fun.

But what does Doctor Who have that other shows don't? That's the question that was running around in the back of my mind after trading a bit of conversation back and forth with my best friend. There's something that sets Who apart from the other things we choose to embrace, and for more reasons than it's British. (Not that some fantastic shows aren't British, but there's more to it than that.)

So where's the appeal? Is it science fiction combined with fantasy, twisted up with a little bit of mystery and shaken in with a dash of romance so quick to pass that if you blink, you'll miss it?

Maybe. Those things definitely don't hurt.

But my theory is that the charm and appeal of Doctor Who comes from a show that's been given the power to evolve while staying in some elements, exactly the same. Think about it - here we have a Time Lord, one singular alien man who's over nine hundred years old - traveling here and there and everywhere in a time machine. A time machine disguised as an old-style police call box, at that.

Who thought this up, anyway? It's a completely insane, off the wall idea -

- and yet it's completely brilliant.

Give a generation an alien and they'll likely come to fancy him. There's something appealing about the extraterrestrial, about things that come from grounds and places beyond our history books and research. But give an immortal alien to a generation, and they'll pass him on. Send him to their children and friends - sometimes in laughter and others in rumors and all sorts of different emotions collected - because he'll be around for a very, very long time.

Give an immortal alien the ability to change his appearance (or more accurately, regenerate), and you've solidified something that will last from generation to generation.

Why? Because every time the Doctor regenerates, he changes. That might sound like a moot point, sure - what's the point of regenerating if he doesn't change? - but he doesn't just change his face. He changes his personality and demeanor, the way he walks and laughs, puts a skip in his step or takes it away, cools off the hot tempers of those he meets or flares his own to a new level. He becomes a different man with every change of face - every change of actor - and that gives him the chance to belong to a new generation of viewers. There's only one Doctor, but he's taken on many faces and reached many hearts.

Add a character like that into a story where there are endless possibilities, and there doesn't seem to be an end in sight. There's no limit to how many alien races a team of writers can make up, what sort of planets or galaxies or things no one's ever dared to speak aloud before can come to life. Because that's the beauty of an alien over nine hundred years old - he isn't bound by any rules. He can do what he likes, when he pleases, and we'd better just hold on for the ride.

No other show can hold a comparison to Doctor Who, and that's why I think it can be, at times, possible to become disenchanted with other shows. Because nothing else can give us that kind of fairytale, other worldly escape. It's really a past, present, and futuristic fairy tale, if you think about it - a man from the stars in his magical blue box? Come on, we've all thought about something like that at one time or another. Being able to go anywhere, at any time, for no reason?

Why?

Why not?

There's an infinite appeal that won't go away, because regardless of the age, the gender, or any other definitive factor, everyone looks at the stars. And everyone wonders what's beyond them - what might be out there that we haven't discovered yet. Doctor Who makes those wondering thoughts into full on being (not reality, come on - we know it isn't real), and gives them a face, a thought, a voice. There's an infinite number of stars in the sky, and therefore just as many possibilities (plus one) of places where the Doctor can travel.

There might be the danger of shows becoming repetitive and monotonous, but the truth is - give them a break, already. No one can compare with the Doctor and his blue box. Putting Earth against the entire universe, it's a vastly outnumbered game.

But it doesn't make one or the other any less special. It just makes them different. And in the case of the shows we give our time to, different isn't a bad idea at all.

It's the show that asks you every week, "where would you like to go?" And then it takes you there - there and so much further beyond than you could imagine.

This is our song.

2010-11-06T20:57:00.001-05:00

I have a lot on my mind tonight, and that's more than okay. It doesn't always have to be a quiet night to be a good one. I have a lot to look forward to in the next couple of weeks, and I'm pretty excited. How often do you get to celebrate your birthday with some of the best people the world has to offer? I consider myself so lucky that I can say that I will be able to.

It will be an early birthday party, but that's okay by me. What matters is getting to see everyone at all.

I did manage to get my season six Amy costume almost finished! I have to swap the jacket tomorrow and then that will do it. I don't have the absolute perfect jacket in my hands but I rather like the one I've found for now. Can't argue the price, either!

That's all for this time.

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Here we go!

2010-11-06T08:55:00.000-05:00

I've decided to use this blog as something public on the web, especially now that I've linked it to the contact cards I'll be using. So, here we go! I think this will be fun.

"Forget everything you think you know."

2010-10-04T21:38:00.000-05:00

Once again, I'd forgotten for awhile that I have this. It's funny, I spend most of my day thinking about what I'm going to write and nowhere near as much time as I'd like actually putting it down into words. Most of my thoughts spend their time in my head, and I wish I could scribble them all down the way I was months ago. But I have to remind myself that during the times I took that course of action, it didn't always go quite the way I wanted it to.

Everything changed over the past month or so - the past two weeks, if I really want to be honest with myself - and I'm not sorry for it. I'm not sorry for what I did and what I chose to do, for the truths I revealed and the ones I'm keeping secret (from everyone but two people in the world - my best friend and someone else special to me) for the time being. Those are my choices to make, and I'm the one choosing to stick by them. That's what, to me, constitutes a good decision. It doesn't necessarily have to be one that everyone around you supports, it's just a matter of being one that you know is right for you.

For some reason or another I'm tired early tonight, and I'm not going to fight against that too much. I'm going to just tuck myself into bed and get some much deserved rest. A great conversation with my bestie happened tonight, and it left me in good spirits. I'm going to hang onto that good feeling and get myself some sleep.

Work and other things!

2009-08-06T01:52:00.000-05:00

I'm really enjoying my new job. I know that retail isn't where I'll be for the rest of my life by any means, but for now I'm considering myself very lucky to be surrounded by people who are in good spirits and make it a good, comfortable place to work. My problem might well end up being that I'll spend money instead of saving it, but I'm still young - I'm allowed to have a little bit of fun! There might actually be some shopping in my future tomorrow, if I can get some things done in time. I've been more careful about what I buy lately because I want to have money saved up for my trip in a few weeks, but that doesn't mean I can't treat myself. I actually bought myself this lanyard (pictured to the left) for some things coming up in the future because I was tired of stringing pieces of ribbon and whatnot around my neck whenever the time came. So, a good friend suggested this one to me and I'm very pleased with it! My friends know me so well!

I'm also going to start writing again. It's been happening with Writings and Dreamscapes over the past couple of days and I like where it's going, so I'm going to see what I can do about keeping it up. There's no way I'll be able to do it every day (not in terms of writing reviews) but I would like to get back into a more comfortable rhythm when it comes to writing. There's nothing to lose, right? Creativity is something I've always thrived on and held dear, and I don't want to worry about holding back now.

I think I'll actually get some sleep now.

In any other world.

2009-07-25T09:54:00.000-05:00

It's Saturday and I'm off from work, this time at my mother's office for a little while. We had some things we wanted to get taken care of today but that plan is quickly changing, so we're going to instead get other things done. I don't mind. Yesterday was a long day of work, tomorrow is a shorter day of the same work, and I'm just looking forward to a more or less restful kind of day.

I'm enjoying my new job. Retail isn't everything and it surely isn't where I'm going to spend the rest of my life, but for now I'm taking advantage of the new opportunity.

This is going to be cut short, since now it's time to go. But it's a good day.

Clenched Soul

2009-06-24T00:12:00.001-05:00

We have lost even this twilight.

No one saw us this evening hand in hand

while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window

the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.

Sometimes a piece of sun

burned like a coin in my hand.

I remembered you with my soul clenched

in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then?

Who else was there?

Saying what?

Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly

when I am sad and feel you are far away?

The book fell that always closed at twilight

and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

Always, always you recede through the evenings

toward the twilight erasing statues.

Pablo Neruda

"The day I thought I'd never get through."

2009-06-10T01:42:00.000-05:00

I don't know what it is about writing that's so comforting. It's always been that way, even when I was too young to really make complete sense of what I was doing. There wasn't really a time when I didn't have a notebook or something with me (I usually chose to write in pink ink on the wide-ruled pages of a Lisa Frank notebook but that's all par for the course) and I wasn't scribbling down lines of thought. And I didn't really know what I was doing, what I was starting, but that's okay. Because we don't always have to know the absolute, complete answer to everything. It's okay to just see what happens and keep on moving on. Ultimately, that's where we'll find the answers we're looking for - in the future. There are clues and indicators in the past, but the future always holds the truth.

I think I'm looking forward to the future now. Really and truly looking forward to it. I'm scared in some ways, worried about my mind and most of all my heart, but I don't really think there's anything I can't get through. And that feeling is kind of amazing. I hope that I keep holding onto it.

Ending of the semester, part two of two.

2009-05-19T10:34:00.000-05:00

And that is it, I have finished with college! It feels fantastic to be all done, to have it all out of the way and to know that I've accomplished something there. The road to getting my degree wasn't easy, but it was well worth it for the feeling of being finished and knowing that I can get somewhere now, with the education I've earned. And earning something like that? Double the fantastic feeling.

A-kon is in a week and a half and I can't wait! I was starting to feel anxious about it but I have some wonderful friends and a wonderful family, and they all want me to have a great time and be happy - to celebrate my accomplishment. That's kind of strange to me, admittedly, because I'm not used to being fussed over or having anyone make a big deal out of anything that I've done. But this time, it feels like I've definitely earned it and I'm not going to feel guilty for having some fun on my own behalf. It's funny, I always feel like I'm bragging or boasting when I'm reveling in my own good fortune, but when it's earned, I definitely have the right to do it.

So, for now, that's that! I'm going to have some changes happening in the near future - with friends, I think, and likely with a career - but that's okay. Because getting rid of the bad things in life is part of growing, and moving onto new, different paths in life is just another part of it, too. I'm ready for this and I can take it on.

Ending of the Semester, part one.

2009-05-04T10:04:00.000-05:00

I'm at the beginning of the end of my last semester of college, with this first day holding two finals. Luckily, neither one is a cumulative test - one is only a test over what we've learned since our last exam, and the other is turning in a project that we've been working on since about halfway through the semester. I ended up spending a good part of the weekend completely re-designing my project because I wasn't happy with the way it was working out and the rest of the weekend studying so there was really no kind of break, but that's okay because it was worth it to get all of this finished.

I also celebrated by buying myself a present! I know, it's a little premature to celebrate passing all of my classes before they're finished but I figure that I've worked hard and deserve a little bit of a reward, so this is what I splurged on just a few moments ago!

Isn't it pretty? It's a keyboard cover for my Mac Book Pro (which Kate lovingly named Starbuck the first day I brought her home) that has all of the shortcut keys for Final Cut Pro nicely colored and placed on it. And while I'm incredibly familiar with the shortcuts and everything that goes along with my beloved program, I think the cover looks kind of awesome and I'd like to have it to use because it will probably teach me a lot of new things that I didn't even know I could do just by looking down at the keyboard! So I went ahead and ordered that today and I'm kind of hoping it will come before my editing class on Thursday so I can take it in and look a little awesome. I know, right? Completely insane and ridiculous, but why not? I get joy and happiness out of the geekier things in life, and I think most of my classmates will, too.

I don't think I'll really miss college once I'm finished with it. I'm ready to be out and doing something else that isn't involved in classwork. It'll feel good. But for now I think we're getting ready to critique our projects so this is a good place to close this!

Rediscovered!

2009-04-30T23:24:00.000-05:00

For weeks now I had been sure that I didn't have this username registered, that someone else had beat me to my beloved roseclear for a blog name and that I was going to have another one. But as luck would have it, I did have this name! I just had a silly moment and forgot that I registered it awhile back. That's what happens when you have too many email addresses and accounts. Now I just have to pretty it up and we'll see what happens.