oh what a day

For the record I'm better. About 97% back. Eating still feels funky.


What a day.

Capstone, the class where I work with two different culinary students and design them logos, menus, stationary, and corporate id while appeasing the interior design students. I’m working for two different restaurants, a sushi bar and a steak house with Fridays’ flare. The sushi bar is coming along great, the steak house is less than par. The core of my problems sits with the fact that the girl changed the restaurant name on me and gave me clip art to inspire me. I met with my graphic teacher about it today, we discussed that the clip art boot wouldn’t work. In walks miss clipart boot culinary student. Well after about 2 seconds of looking at what I have, she screams, “I hate it! This is not the boot I showed you! Where’s the picture I gave you!?” My response, “I can’t make a logo off of clipart.” Culinary girl gets pissed and storms out. Enter the Interior design teacher. She starts yelling at me, “You should have left the attitude at the door! You can’t do this! YOUR JOB IS TO APPEASE HER! In the real world you’d never survive!” and on…
I’m pissed and tearing up. My graphic teacher told me “whatever you do, stay away from the clip art boot” and here I have an interior teacher yelling at me to use it. Teacher storms off. Miss culinary clipart comes back and starts shouting at me, “whatever. Fine! WHATEVER!” Mind you, this culinary student is around 45 years old. The interior student sits down and tries to draw me a logo and tell me to use it. Don’t tell me to use a crappy logo you just made up if you know nothing about logos. I’m not about to touch your floor plans so stay the hell away from my logo. Eventually my graphic teacher comes back and I relay the story to her. Ok, so I cry and my witnesses have to explain it to her while I try to compose myself. My teacher has to go meet with miss clipart on my behalf and mediates. Joy.

My second class, the internship. We pitched our campaigns to dallas city hall today. There was no yelling involved! Hurray! Imagine that! Grown people not throwing a shit fit for not getting a goddamn logo the way they want! Anyway. We pitched two campaigns each then dispersed for an hour while city hall critiqued them. When we were let back in we picked up our campaigns, read over notes and now we have a week to redo them. I keep telling myself it’s good that they put down so many changes, that means they want to use it, right?

On the positive side, I got GOOD mail today. I got paid, stickers and buttons from the Switchblade Kittens, and an autographed book from Meg Cabot. Yay!

To My Favorite Mother

A day for joyous celebration, Happy Birthday Mom.

In other news the stomache flu seems to be winding down. I have regained the ability to eat bread and crackers. Hurray! After 6 days of liquids I was extremely ready to chew on something.

I think I have the plague.

Since Sunday at 1:05 in the morning, I've been sick. I went to a doctor yesterday since there was no way I could make it to class without falling over or reclaiming my throne of power-vomitting. The waiting room of the doc's office had two tv's running simultaneously. Finding Nemo and Ella Enchanted. Trying to watch and listen to both was straining, but fear not Nemo over came his magical enchantment forcing him to obey the fairy.

When I was finally called the nurse weighed me in and I was delighted to see that I did lose some weight. *I've been eating healthy and excercising at least three times a week. I'm aiming to be able to comfortably fit into my bridesmaid dress again before May 14. This task can be daunting as the exercise center only has two treadmills and the third person to come into the room looking to walk or run is SOL. One misfortunate fellow actually farted in my general direction while I was walking, in an attempt to get me to leave. But alas, I'm getting sidetracked.

In the exam room I enjoyed som more high quality Finding Nemo and listened to the nurse make encouraging statements such as, "Whoa... Your blood pressure is really low. That's a really not normal number."

After being poked, prodded and examined, the doctor gave me a fantastic list of maladies and a variety of perscription drugs that are sure to leave me feeling loopey. If I say anything unusual, now you'll know why. I was told don't even think about solid foods for another 3-5 days. Awesome. Pass the apple sauce.

One small step for man, one giant leap for my patience

This weekend I'll be away at a small town in Texas. Why? My boyfriend's mom is getting remarried.

It's a pretty well known fact that the woman and I don't get along and now I'm off to spend a weekend with her. Here's how I found out about the wedding.

wednesday night
Brandon - "Hey, what are you doing this weekend?"
Dani - "No definite plans yet, why?"
Brandon - "Well, my mom's getting remarried and I know it would mean a lot to her and me if you would come. Be my date?"

poop.

I've now managed to secure a weekend away at a "small wedding" with a woman who's most common form of interaction is screaming threats over the phone. I'd be happier if it was a bigger wedding and less time I have to interact with said person. This is the third marriage for Renee, Brandon's mom, and of course all the family will be there.

Now normally I get nervous enough when I have to talk to or deal with Renee, but now it's for a weekend, on her turf, and I'm meeting the WHOLE family. Well at least I've had a whole TWO DAYS of warning. Thanks Brandon. Now I'm not sure I'll even make it to the mall to go buy myself a new dress or something for the weekend. *sigh*

Wish me luck. I'll be back on Sunday.

Happy Easter

This weekend I've done everything in my power to keep busy and ignore the fact that this was my first easter holiday without going home or having some sort of easter dinner. Growing up is really starting to bum me out. First Christmas, now Easter, Thanksgiving is quite possibly soon to follow. I really hate being so far away from my family but I can't exactly follow them around, I know. Besides it's not like anyone stays in a location for more than five years anyway. I guess I've just got a bit of the holiday blues.

Jackie and I went to Easter Vigil mass since the latest mass on Sunday would involve waking up before 10 am. The girl who sat behind me couldn't have been more than 14 and was quite talkative.

"God, I can't believe I'm Catholic."
"What's with this Church anyway?"
"Why is there reading VII?"
"This holiday is stupid. He wasn't even dead for three days, we shouldn't celebrate it."
"(refering to the baptismal font) What's with that bathtub thing?"

wow. Just wow. It was a major trial of patience not to turn around and teach this girl about her own faith. Ah, the joys of teen years.

First day of school

First day of school = done.

Monday - Art Diretction 2 - 1-5
Monday - Design Direction - 6-10
Tuesday - Vector Animation - 1-5
Tuesday - Advanced Presentation Techniques - 6:30-9:30
Wednesday - Work - 2-6
Thursday - Work - 2-8

Art Direction 2 is also known as the Capstone class. I'm designing menus, logos and style manuals. I interact with culinary students and interior designers.

It's the alternative to internships. They bring in a client and we work for them. Our client, DallasCityHall.org and Dallas phone number 311, needs posters, ads, mail inserts and bus designs. Whoever gets the campaign will have their work all over dallas. Sweet. I want it. I want it BAD.

I'm working as a Tutor again. Back to teaching math and english. Long division and diagramming sentences at minimum wage. Indeed.

What an exhausting day.