Oh, hey there!

I haven't written in a while. I was not planning on keeping weekly posts because I am not technically in a thesis class, and I don't have much to show every week.

But, I think I need this blog. I have been writing in it since thesis started, and now I feel like I can't "feel" like I am in a semester unless I write about it each week. So here goes.....

Break was good. I worked ahead for my portfolio class, and also worked on my thesis book. It only felt like 20% of a break, but that is better than 0%. I thought I was behind where I wanted to be, but I'm not. At the end of the fall semester, I freaked out and wrote myself this insane 3 month to-do list and apparently added weird items to my list that were the same as others. It feels good to double-cross off to-do's!

So here I am in week 2 of my LAST semester. Mixed feelings. I want to be done. Badly. But, I also love school. Will I have this collaboration and challenge on a daily basis when it's over? Will I keep excelling, or fall into a "suck trap"? I know I will miss this. My school is great. Good people to work with and good teachers to pull the best out of us. I will probably cry at graduation for being happy to be done, and being sad to be done.

This semester I am refining my thesis book, which is super kick ass! I love it, and when I refine it, I will love it even more. Of course, I have these awesome ideas that are going to take so much time, so I hope I have the energy to get it done. (was that a run-on?) Instead of typesetting all my type, I am hand-typing it on my typewriter and including those actual papers in my book. (world record for using the word "type" in one sentence) Times 3 books. My fingers will kill. I have no idea how people used to type on those things all day. They hurt! But, screw it, it will look and feel so awesome!

I also have portfolio this semester. I am having a slow start. My brain wants a break, but then I tell my brain to shut it, and wait till May. It hates me. I am having a bit of an identity crisis, which is not good when you need to define who you are to compile work about yourself.

To help me out of my funk, I came home from work, lit smelly candles, put on a warm hoodie, blasted Beck, drank some wine, and got to work. It's working. Now all I need is some food.......

Shooting for thesis. My apt is too small for this. But, it's fun!