Ugh, the guy I did a shoot with back on Sept. 17th still hasn't given me my pictures, despite the fact that we agreed he'd just give me a CD of the raw shots. How hard is that? (The answer is "not very".) Dammit, I want some quality pics of myself to use places!
In other news, I just finished that damned archaeology paper. There's only 3 pages of write up, but the whole document comes to 17 pages. I'm going to do it double-sided, because I love trees, and if my TA has anything to say I'm going to shove a copy of the Kyoto Protocol up her butt.
I'm going home tomorrow, yay! I know I said it before, but I'm just so excited to see people. Like my secret love.
Oh man, really, I can't wait. I may not be able to wait until Saturday once I'm in the same city as he is.
And since I'm going home, I'm going to take this opportunity to clean up my part of the room a little, because there are clothes everywhere. I'm such a mess. And I need to do laundry so badly. But I'm reluctant to bring any home, because I want to pack light. I wish I'd had time to a do a load earlier. *sigh* Whatever.
Oh, and today I was made very happy by a discussion had while making hemp bracelets for the ESO to sell at the student union as a fund raiser. I was told I reminded this girl very, very much of her friend from home, and then the two girls who were doing the comparing were just talking about how ever conversation with her seems so intelligent. I didn't think I was being particularly intelligent - not stupid, but not intelligent to the point where it'd be distinct and remarkable. I love that; I love being noted for my brains. I have mad nerd pride, yo. Does feeling this way mean I can get involved with Ernie Cline's nerd porn industry?
In other news, I just finished that damned archaeology paper. There's only 3 pages of write up, but the whole document comes to 17 pages. I'm going to do it double-sided, because I love trees, and if my TA has anything to say I'm going to shove a copy of the Kyoto Protocol up her butt.
I'm going home tomorrow, yay! I know I said it before, but I'm just so excited to see people. Like my secret love.
Oh man, really, I can't wait. I may not be able to wait until Saturday once I'm in the same city as he is.
And since I'm going home, I'm going to take this opportunity to clean up my part of the room a little, because there are clothes everywhere. I'm such a mess. And I need to do laundry so badly. But I'm reluctant to bring any home, because I want to pack light. I wish I'd had time to a do a load earlier. *sigh* Whatever.
Oh, and today I was made very happy by a discussion had while making hemp bracelets for the ESO to sell at the student union as a fund raiser. I was told I reminded this girl very, very much of her friend from home, and then the two girls who were doing the comparing were just talking about how ever conversation with her seems so intelligent. I didn't think I was being particularly intelligent - not stupid, but not intelligent to the point where it'd be distinct and remarkable. I love that; I love being noted for my brains. I have mad nerd pride, yo. Does feeling this way mean I can get involved with Ernie Cline's nerd porn industry?
stingray69:
I like nerd porn, but I go through too much Kleenex, and like you, I love trees. Therein lies the conflict... 
bixbygrendel:
Okay. If all I had to do was put some images still in RAW on a CD for a client..... that would take a day. TOPS! Hell... I'd give them coffee and say I'll be right back. That's easy as pie. BUT most photogs are fuck heads. That's why I'm awesome.