I've Turned a Corner

I've turned a corner. Or maybe, I've climbed the hill. And you know what happens after you climb a hill, right? YOU CARTWHEEL ALL THE FREAKING WAY BACK DOWN! As I'm sure you are aware, today is Tuesday which is only one day from Wednesday which means that Thursday comes after that and then I'm done I'm done I'm done! I'm at that magical stage that I love oh so much where projects quit being works in progress and start being done! Like forever. Like tag 'em up. Like box 'em out. Like ship 'em out! Can my joy be contained? No! I mean, I'm listening to a playlist called "Walking on Sunshine" ... this should explain everything. 

In case you want to get in on this action, press play. 

Fun at the CAD Lab

SEE, GUYS? FINALS IS FUN! 

A Wild Friday Night

Are you sick of all of these posts about finals? Because I definitely am. But the fact that this morning I put shaving cream in my hair instead of shampoo tells me that finals are still very alive and well. So I blog about finals. Not because I want to. But because I have to. (And also because besides how tired and scramble-y I feel, I can't think of one single thing even remotely noteworthy to discuss.) Fair warning: I am quite tired and have lost all clever pithiness when it comes to my writing. I hope this post isn't as painful to read as I feel that it's going to be. 

Anyway, I thought you might want to see a few pics from the comings and goings of a day in the life of a fashion student in finals mode. Just a few pics for the old scrapbook, if you will. 

Here Susie, Lindsay and I are partaking in the age old tradition of lunch. What a wonderful tradition it is. Susie recently discovered that one of my favorite places in Savannah, a cheese and wine shop called "Form" serves lunch. So we decided to give it a try. While everything on their menu sounded absolutely delicious, nothing sounded very good to me except for their famous cheesecake which I've wanted to try for almost two years now. And when I saw they had a few slices of their espresso Kahlua  flavored variety, I decided I'd go for it. Yolo. Cheesecake and a water bottle. Works for me. 

In case you ever wondered what I was referring to when I say "the building" or "Eckburg," this is it. Or, this is part of it. The whole fashion building is quite large, but this room is the only room on the third floor and where I typically work. It is huge and has really high ceilings and big windows. It's sort of funny being in there on nights like last night because everyone is really focused on their work and super tired so it's usually extremely quiet. When I first started taking my major classes at the building, I used to hate how quiet it was because I thought people were too shy or thought they were too cool to talk, but the further along I get in the program, the more I find myself getting annoyed with the younger students who don't understand the unspoken rule of respecting the quiet.* I am such an old lady. Also, people say this room is haunted. But I don't buy it. 

Here I am taking a break from working, eating Wendy's and catching up on Keelyn and Kaitlin's blog about their adventures in Ireland. (By the way, those geese sound terrible... do you think anyone would miss them if you guys maybe just... took care of the issue... if ya know what I mean?) At this point you're probably thinking, "Cheesecake for lunch, Wendy's for dinner?" I know. It's bad. And I have no defense for it. Besides the fact that it's finals and that it's Winter so I'm allowed to be a little of the softer side on the hip scale. ...but, I promise, I don't usually eat this bad... I don't know. Maybe I do. Why am I apologizing to you? I ATE A BURGER AND FRIES LAST NIGHT FOR DINNER AND I LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT. 

Well, I think that's it. I don't want to be finished writing this because that means that I have to face the day head on and get back to work, but it has really been lovely chatting with you. I can't wait for this week to be over so I can fly my little watusie back to sweet California. But until then, I'll wear a mumu and Uggs with a cup of hot tea and my hand and the promise of good grades in my heart. 

*Unless, of course, you're Susie or me who are more than allowed to yell at each other from across the room. Or make loud moans of despair when we realize we've sewn something in wrong. 

Finals Starting in 3...2...1...

I can't believe I'm saying this with three whole weeks of class before Spring Break, but it seems, in spite of intense protest and denial, finals have begun.

Wanna know how I know?

I went to Taco Bell for dinner last night. At 10:00.

I've been rocking a sports bra for 4 days straight.

Spencer is turning to spaghetti squash and a jar of honey as her main food groups.

I don't really know... no... I can't quite recall... I definitely don't know when my last shower was.

This is either because it's been a quite while or because my short term memory is rapidly deteriorating due to lack of sleep and sunlight.

...It should also be noted that it's been the same sports bra for the last four days...

Whatever. Boyfriends are overrated.

Words were exchanged today with a girl at Eckburg over how long it's appropriate for one person to hog use the scanner before moving out da way for other humans.

I may or may not have pulled up a chair next to her and watched her work until she decided to be mature and do the right thing.

Again: Whatever.

I'm listening to Pussycat Dolls Pandora. And loving it.

It's obvious that I'm already in over my head. Please stay tuned to watch my tri-annual mental breakdown. For the next three weeks, you are either with me or against me.

Unnecessary Yawns

I finished the work on my last final last night at 9:30. 

I didn't go to bed until 3:00. 

I woke up at 4:30. 

Something just doesn't seem to add up here. 

A few weeks ago, when with furrowed brow and a large, blank, desk calendar keeping me company at dinner, I was looking down the ramp to the end of the quarter and starting to map out my plan of attack on finals. I was simply giddy to realize that the last few weeks of the year would not be too too intense. One may even dare to describe them as... easy (a word that I would hesitate to say out loud even in a whisper as not to jinx it). But in spite of my suspicions, it proved to be true that this quarters finals were a cinch. My brushes and papers were all packed up relatively early last night (hypothetically speaking, of course-- my desk is obviously really still a mess).

So it was much to my chagrin when I laid my head down at around 11:00, preparing for a celebratory full night of sleep, and found that I could not fall asleep until well after 2:00. The room was too quiet and too nice. It felt like there was something that I was missing. Which, of course, after a thorough quadruple check of the to-do list proved to be untrue. But finally, after counting futures (a fun game that I like to play instead of counting sheep-- why not end the night with a panic attack about the future, I always say) my eyelids finally surrendered. But it didn't last. When 4:30 rolled around, and I found myself wide awake once again, I threw chagrin out the window and employed anger. The room was a different type of quiet, but a sort no less frustrating. I thought that I might get up and make some homemade jam or maybe what's better than starting the morning off with fresh baked chocolate chip cookies? But I didn't have the supplies. So I sat in bed and stewed. Growing more and more tired, but still immune to actual sleep. And when I was laying there, I realized for the first time that I might miss this bed when I go home next week. And then I fell asleep. 

I guess this was just SCAD's way of keeping the playing field even for all students whether you have a lot of work or not and the policy remains that during week 10, you will not sleep. No matter what.