Currently listening to: "Letters in the Sea" - The Dimes
Would you look at that, it's already October. It seems that I've let the entire month of September pass me by without a single update here. Oh beloved diary, I'm ever so sorry for ignoring you. But you see, I haven't ignored you. You've been on my mind, and I simple don't have the time to entertain you. I've been much too busy to even think about anything remotely interesting that has happened. And to be honest, nothing interesting has happened. I have nothing new to report, other than the fact that I am drowning in work up to my chin.
Six weeks of school, and I feel six feet under. It seems that whenever I get a bit of hope that my project is going a little more smoothly, I get critiques, and once again I'm back to square one. I've probably started from scratch about three times now on my book project, and none of them have even made the cut. I have two weeks left (after being given a much deserved extension) to make it work, and I am doing all that I can. I must say that I haven't felt this robotic about design since the semester before I applied for the BFA program.
I haven't had much to say to people either other than my classmates either because they're all going through the same anxiety and exhaustion. We've all had our share of lack of sleep, constant revisions of drafts, and having Illustrator make our laptops slow as molasses.
It's sad because we're all working our asses off, and yet the professors have been talking to each other about how we're not putting in enough time and that they're slightly disappointed with us right now. I don't understand though, because I am putting my best. I am working the hardest that I have ever worked since entering the program. One of my professors told us that we basically can't have a social life this semester and that our projects need to be our top priority. And while food is important, sleep is just optional. Who does homework on a Friday? I do! Hooorahhh.
Throughout my four years of college, I haven't once pulled a single all-nighter, and I don't plan on pulling one this 5th year either. I'm going to just deal with a minimum of five hours of sleep. I don't care what anyone says, but after getting only 5 hours sleep a night, sleeping at 10 pm feels like heaven.
So, I finally met The Dimes last week after watching them play an awesome outdoor evening show. It's really a great album though, and I hope that they get more attention from this.
It's fall. I felt it in the winds today. The winds felt colder and crisper, and I stuck my hands in my pockets and wanted to wrap a scarf around my neck. Bursts of my favorite color palette are emerging. This is the one good thing about starting school in the late August: feeling the seasons change from summer to fall.
