Holy shit.

If I survive this packaging project, I will be awesome. I will also never want to see another sheet of styrene again as long as I live, and perhaps never another goat. Or an X-acto knife. I like to think, though, that if I try really hard on this project and keep it up, then I'll do well in my future endeavors.

Yeah. Maybe I'll post a picture of the finished product once I'm done stenciling it and once it's all assembeled.

Right.

Anyway, Livejournal is being stupid again. It keeps not letting me log in, and though I know this to be untrue, I still feel that I am the only one having this problem. Livejournal is obviously singling me out, just for spite. I know it is.

I have finished many difficult assignments recently, and feel that I have accomplished some small something. I don't really like most of what I've done, but I'm stuck on what I should do next, so I'm going to leave them alone for now. Maybe I'll work on my logo assignment later on this evening. I haven't really been giving it the attention it needs lately. Right now, though, X-2 is on HBO, so I'm going ot watch that instead of doing anything useful. Ooh! And I'll pop popcorn, too. I was going to take a nap, but that never really happens.

I think that the X-Men will provide all the entertainment and rejuvenation I need. Or at least Hugh Jackman will. Oh, yes. He will.

Does anybody want to tell me how to make the menu-thingy on the side of my blog homepage? Anybody? Mxzzy, I know you're really itching to do this... Really.

I think the computer is burning my retinas.

Or maybe it's not the computer. Maybe it's just the sheer amount of crap I'm involved with on a day-to-day basis. However, I feel that after sitting at my laptop for three hours in a row, I feel much more tired than if I was to draw little doodles on my layout pad or cut bits out of paper. I keep hoping that the real world isn't going to be quite as intense as school, but I have a sinking feeling that it will be. For a few years, at least. Then I'll get a promotion, at about the same time that I decide to have kids and not work at all for a while. I dunno. I'm sure it's all worth it, in the end.

This is the coolest person in Atlanta...

He used to live in St. Louis, but had problems with the police (which is stupid, because he's totally harmless).

Go look at the pictures: Baton Bob

He walks around the neighborhood I live in and wears a different costume every time. Today, he was wearing a rain slicker and umbrella hat. I've made it a game to look for him every time I go to class in the afternoon. I hope that he stays here for a while; he makes even the worst of days brighter.

I wonder if somebody sells bumper stickers of Bob...

Some ideas for office mischief...

I have no office job currently, but after hearing the tales of Meridith and her job, I've been thinking... What, exactly can you get away with before somebody notices? Like, could you put an "a" stencil on the office slut and then mist her with some red liquid (preferably something that doea not wash out regularly) and not get in trouble, provided her habits are well-known enough? Or does the old whoopie-cushion thing actually work? I know it's probably career suicide, but a little part of me really wants to booby-trap a cubicle just to see what will happen. I mean, cubicles are really small, and where are you going to go to avoid the pranks? And if you deserve the prank, you just have to live with it, because if you make a big fuss, everybody is going to know and then you'll look like an idiot.

Maybe after I make a lot of money in the lucrative world of graphic design (ha! right...) I will get a dead-end corporate job I don't care about losing and try these things, as an experiment.

Only after I've paid off the student loans, though.

I Now Make My Internet Stamp

And how. I told everybody that I wouldn't start up a blog, but I seem to be reading more and more of them lately, and I'm jealous. I keep reading about people being famous from blogs, and though I don't think that will happen to me (I'm not that witty), I do think that maybe somebody might come across it and keep up with it. Probably people I know. Yeah. And then I won't remember to post here any more than the journal. Heh.