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Art Colony: overcaffeinated
Wednesday, December 8, 2004
› by victoria
coffeecoffeecoffeecoffee
I've been drinking coffee at a slow and steady rate, until at this point my teeth feel gritty, my arm muscles are spazzing out, and when I was giving my major speech in Communication Studies class, I was having trouble not 'stuttering' my words. This overcaffeination is so we can finish the major project tonight--me and b.f. stayed up until 2 AM last night working on it, until we were starting to get overly cranky and exhausted. I woke up at 7 AM, ate a bagel, got dressed, and decided to catch a quick nap until 8:20 AM so I could make it to my 9 AM class. Unfortunately, my bad luck with alarm clocks kicked in so that I woke up at 8:38 AM because of a bad nightmare, and when I woke up b.f. he had to literally jump out of bed to drive me to school, like something out of a commercial. As he was driving me to school, the R. Kelly (?) song "Happy People" came on the radio, and he was lip-synching it as we both were chain-smoking, it was hilariously fun. Then I ran into my 9 AM class only about 1 minute late! YES! i made it! And I've applied for an internship today, which means that I have to fill out forms and really "commit myself" in the words of my internship co-ordinator, who somehow doesn't believe that i can handle the additional burden of an internship on top of everything else...even though I know I can!
BUT this is not the source of stress. The source of stress is an email which my mom recently sent me, informing me that Cingular wireless is out for my blood. I can't believe this latest gesture in the Passive-Aggressive Wars. She knows that I can't pay the phone bill on my own even though I'm trying my damndest, she WON'T help me pay it (my parents aren't giving me any financial assistance whatsoever, at all, with anything), and she just keeps on forwarding the avalanching bill notices of Cingular doom to me. How she can do this is beyond me. This is why I start crying all the time, because
A.) I hate money because there's never enough of it
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B.) My mom seemingly enjoys telling me that I'm in major trouble, then refusing to assist me in any way. Right after telling me she loves me, but before she tells me that I can get out of all my problems by just giving up and moving back home. Nice.
Moving on...
A funny story from my advertising class: my advisor (a.k.a. my teacher for my advertising class) was talking about one girl who came to her office with her proposal for the 2004 NSAC (National Student Advertising Competition) project. Our official, pre-selected "client" for the project is Yahoo! instant messenger, but this particular student had chosen (and done a 20 page packet on) Coke Vs. Pepsi. My advisor was practically laughing or crying with frustration, you couldn't really tell which. I just pity the fool who doesn't want to pay attention in ADPR, I find those classes to be the most fascinating of my schedule (which is why I picked 2 for spring).
And another nicety: our nice landlady Susan gave us our holiday presents yesterday to cheer us up, since b.f. looked pretty down and I had just gotten home from class at 5 PM...she got him a rice paper orb lamp (we love those lamps!) and me a brown leather purselet thing, which is really nice. plus an absolutely adorable holiday card that I wish I could scan and put online, all covered with penguins. It's the most holiday-cheer-filled card I've seen in a long time.
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