This evening, I’m seated with four amazing, computer-savvy students. I’m supposed to design logos right now, actually, but I’m taking a break as I made six logos and my hand’s cramped. The girl next to me is yawning into her hand and the man who went to the wedding reception last week doesn’t know what to name his server. The other man by the guitar is staring intently into his computer screen. Now that I think about it, I probably am too because I’m trying to think of more logo designs. I should also ask about the resolution Fred (crew-cut haired supervisor) wants for the designs, so I’ll do that now:

“Hey, I have a question: what size and resolution should I make the designs?”

“When in doubt, go 300 DPI. It’s a big file, but you’ll be fine.”

“Thanks.”

Last night, I went to a poetry slam. The two speakers were a man whose hair consumed his face and a man who didn’t have much hair at all. They poked fun at Zach the whole night, which he accepted because there are worst compliments than comparison to Justin Bieber.

Speaking of Zach, I no longer have confidence in my gaming abilities because of his epic power with Zelda. I kind of wish he weren’t so awesome so I could be awesome too (and Damon, who plays as the Ice Climbers, and Dylan, who plays as Captain Falcon—they also deserve awesomeness). Alas, he destroys us all with his shining, pinkish orbs of light (except me because I play as Ness, so the shiny orbs heal me when they hit, but then he kicks my character and I die). It’s quite tragic. :<

My coworkers are throwing around technology gobbledygook. VX2000? RAW file types? Yeah, I’ve heard of them, but I’ve never actually used them or played with them (except RAW, maybe, ONCE, but it was a really long time ago and I don’t actually remember what I did).

It’s a little intimidating, but then again, I’m the one with the drawing tablet and the skill(z), so maybe I’m on equal standing with my coworkers. I mean, despite the fact I’m a freshman, I’m just as experienced (with Photoshop, anyway). Right now they’re discussing Macs (something I know about! Whoop!), but I prefer PCs, so anything I would contribute to the conversation would probably end in a horrific battle of the brands.

I’m not kidding.

Well, yes, I am. Mostly.

This morning, I went over my classes for next semester with my advisor. I’m taking a break from memorization and moving to writing classes, like creative writing and playwriting, and reading classes, like classical mythology. That way, my cumulative GPA will explode with amazing-ness. Hooray for strategy!

As far as homework goes, things are steady. I have three essays and two speeches to write. I have to check my lab with someone. I have to study for art history and dinosaurs (I’m making flashcards!) and write some AWESOME fiction (that’s for fun, but it’s still on the agenda). Life’s a little stressful, but that’s okay because I perform better under (eu)stress and it makes the work top-notch.

So yeah, that’s pretty much my life right now. Things are good. I hope you have a splendiferous day!

I think I’m in love with grade curves.

Instead of freaking out about a test I can’t retake, I can accept my grade and eat my sweet onion potato chips in peace. I can gallivant about Iowa City without a bad grade’s haunting. I can watch Sparticus without cringing at the thought of another exam in a month (except I can’t really watch Sparticus because it’s too violent for me. Zach and James were kind of annoyed because I hid behind a pillow the whole time, but whatever—it’s my choice if I want to watch manslaughter).

I also lost my prox card—a little white card that allows access to the building—and will most likely replace it, which is $20-30 to the Ubill, but it’s fine. I needed a new one anyway (the old one looked kind of gross—it was torn and the duct tape Zach used to attach it to the key chain stained it gray).

I’m also exiled from my room (temporarily) because of an infestation. In fact, I’m typing this on Alyssa and Becky’s new shag rug because I’m too frightened to sit at my desk. Evidently, plants don’t crumple and brown when they’re left alone for long periods of time. Bugs need homes too, and a dead plant is the perfect place to settle down.

“This would be cool if it weren’t so disturbing.” Zach looked at the cobwebs on the orchid. He pulled away and then moved closer to the dead flower. “OH MY GOD, YOU HAVE AN INFESTATION.”

“I don’t want to deal with it!” I moved from the plant. “I DON’T WANT TO DEAL WITH IT.”

“THEY’RE LIKE WEIRD SPIDERS OR SOMETHING.”

“I DON’T CARE.”

“You have an infestation!” He couldn’t stop laughing. I pulled him away from the infested plants. “You have to look at it!”

“I don’t want to deal with it!”

“You have to deal with it!”

“YOU DEAL WITH IT.”

“NO.”

Zach proceeded to tell Jaime (girl with long brown hair who writes plot-driven stories about deities) and Autumn (girl with curly reddish hair who writes short poems about virgins) about the weird red spider-things residing in my plants.

“You need to fill out a maintenance request,” said Autumn.

“How long does it take them to get back to you?”

“Maybe later today or early tomorrow,” said Jaime.

“Will it smell when they’re done?”

“No.”

“Leave the windows open,” said Zach. “They’re going to nuke your room.”

I don’t think he knew I was glaring at him, but I was.

Anyway, I’m forced out of my room, and you know what? Being a nomad isn’t as fun as it seems. Some people like to go where the wind takes them. Some people—not me. I want my non-infested room with my non-infested plants and my non-infested telephone. I didn’t invite these guests, so I want them out. Now.

I don’t understand why my room is horribly infested with spider-things. I don’t mean to sound like angsty teen, but spider-things are NOT my thing. Alyssa wants to quote Ron Weasley, and express her disdain for eight-legged creatures of EVIL, and I can’t help but agree.