The End Is Near!

So, I know for a fact that when you barely post on a blog that no one really reads anyway - people stop reading completely. Why start up again now?

Because Ladies and Gentleman - I'm days from graduating and the announcement cannot go unposted.

Now I have the rest of my life to sit in front of this computer and astound you with my day to day achievements. :)

Over the past few months I have move in and around Pittsburgh living only day to day in the hopes of finishing each week and with each week having one project or another completed. When I wasn't working within the 15289 zip code I was at the bar, (either earning or spending money.) But now this endless cycle is over - over and done with - completed - finished - I mean almost.

Tomorrow I send off three paintings to the Miller Gallery here on campus for the BFA 2007 show and by Friday with the opening reception also comes my one and only deadline between me and the diploma - the Drug Use Drug Policy final.

This is all that is worth writing because this is all that is worth thinking about at the moment. There will be no long drawn out revisiting of my four years here. There will be no 'would of should of could of-ing.' There is no time for that. The rest of the world awaits.

Vernonia Sch. Dist. 47J v. Acton (94-590), 515 U.S. 646 (1995).

(b) The first factor to be considered in determining reasonableness is the nature of the privacy interest on which the search intrudes. Here, the subjects of the Policy are children who have been committed to the temporary custody of the State as schoolmaster; in Page II that capacity, the State may exercise a degree of supervision and control greater than it could exercise over free adults. The requirements that public school children submit to physical examinations and be vaccinated indicate that they have a lesser privacy expectation with regard to medical examinations and procedures than the general population. Student athletes have even less of a legitimate privacy expectation, for an element of communal undress is inherent in athletic participation, and athletes are subject to preseason physical exams and rules regulating their conduct. Pp. 7-11.

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The Past Few Weeks,

has been a vicious and tiring cycle of running back and forth from the College of Fine Arts building, to my apartment, then to my place of employment and back to CFA. In the mean time there has been a huge basketball tournement, (my sympathies to all Ohio fans,) Mr. Universe is arrested for being drunk in public, and a young German woman goes a little nuts...

The things you miss when you're too busy to notice.

The Month of February.

As written by Yahoo.com horoscope:

With this month, it's time for you to move beyond a few old habits that have been obstructing your romantic views. Has pessimism been poisoning your perspective, when it comes to romance? Has negativity negated some of your more loving impulses? Are you slightly insecure? Or do you find partners who are insecure and have trouble letting you into their hearts? The 1st and 2nd, it's time to really look at this stuff. Go ahead and keep thinking about it the 3rd and 4th, and by the 5th, 6th and 7th, you'll be in a good spot to make some kind of change. Whether it's a loud change -- like making up or breaking up -- or a quieter change, like shifting your own ideas a little bit, it will have a major impact down the line. The 13th, take a break from all this hard emotional work. Why not go for a jog on the beach? The 17th, check in with a parental figure -- they could have some good advice. By the 24th, you're probably ready to ask them out. Go for it. End the month, the 28th, with something new.

As written by June herself:

Being a cancer is horrible. I'm emotional, sensitive, moody, guarded, bitchy, and difficult to keep up with. This is why at the beginning of the month there were four different 'contenders in the running', but I wasn't looking for a valentines date. I was fine on my own with the occasional free drink supplied by a date that we both knew would go nowhere. Unfortunately someone wound up walking into the bar and tricking me into two weeks of a good time and one of complete confusion and frustration. So now, after realizing how happy I was before the mess I woke up with today I simply want to forget that February ever happened. Let's delete the month. Let's look at March as a longer February do over...

This is what I ask of March, that is doesn't try to act like this:

The 2nd, 3rd and 4th, you could feel like a vaudeville performer who's just gotten out of their straitjacket while locked in a tank full of water using a tiny golden key and their teeth. When it comes to romance, it's like you've emerged, beaming, before an admiring audience as the month starts. Yep, some problem that had been holding you back has just resolved itself, thanks to your nimble underwater moves and clever thinking. Go ahead and take a well-deserved bow -- then the rush to the telephone and call up the object of your romantic attentions right away. The 9th, a whole new, straightjacket-less romantic phase could be starting for you. The 13th, rest up from all these shenanigans. By the 18th, you're ready to examine why you were wearing a romantic straightjacket and getting yourself locked up in a tank filled with water in the first place. The 23rd and 24th, a little self-exploration will go a long way toward helping you understand how you are -- and why you are how you are. The 30th, try accepting something for what it is -- this, you know, can be very romantic!

and instead be filled with a less bullshit.

The Semester Summed Up In One Image

For the two months it has been pulling teeth to put together my Mass Media Project. This is because working with eleven other folks can be great and can be the biggest pain in the ass ever. So here it is, the final image that took too long.



Otherwise, there have been paintings, drawings, papers, other types of deadlines, job fairs, and career adviser meetings. Oh let's not forget the work at the bar. I like to think that Carnegie Mellon is a blend of what's good in life, what's really bad, and what is extra stressful. Nothing to truly report though. Let me know what you all think.

question

as words flow endless into a papercup i am sitting here after another long day and wonder how i made it this far.

with images of broken light running though my brokenbrain i wonder why i let myself wander this far.

but in the end nothing will change in my world right?

It's 1:15.

And I am sitting here again at my trusty computer watching 'The Office' on TV Links, and wishing that I didn't have my public policy class tomorrow. This is not only because I dislike this course but also because I don't want my Senior Project class to happen immediately afterwards.

Mind you I like Senior Project, I just hate having to propose my next project considering it will be over critiqued and changed beyond what it is that I wish to accomplish.

Look at the girl who is never happy with any situation and mock her please.

Death to Public Policy! (or at least those who study it.)

I rant about these folks, only because I know a few and am actually taking a public policy course. Actually I really only have one complaint.

Public policy courses turn some of the most fascinating subject matter into an hour and a half powerpoint presentation chock full of some of the worse slides ever published, (quality wise that is.) Even the interesting articles can't save this one...

The Beginning of the End, (sort of.)

I'm a senior doing the landslide into May. It's the first day of school, (all be it a half day due to Dr. MLK Jr.) and what did I do? Sleep in and not attend my first class and only class today. Why? I'm in denial about being back and this being the last go at a semester at Carnegie Mellon University. This shouldn't be a big deal - but it is.

If I unpack and put everything away, should I set on to campus, if I talk to my professors about this semester - It will kick off the small snow ball that becomes the giant crushing ball of ice that is the Panic of May 20th. Cap and gown must be ordered, the ring must be fitted, the letters of recommendation must be collected, a job must be secured, and I become an alumna.


So I'm living this week like the Devotchka line ringing in my ears and heart"
"We've come a long long way, Let's put it off for one more day,"

Last night I think I had a date, but I'm not sure. Drinks were bought for me, laughter was prevalent, and we were both pretty buzzed by the end of the night. I think though, that my smoking really bothered the poor boy and I need to be more serious about quitting before I go back out there again. I just get nervous and reach for the comfort of a long drag on my Camel Filters. I've never felt more unattractive then noticing his occasional face or hiding his nose from the smoke. It was proabably how I looked as a little girl when my dad smoked in the car.

I've mentioned before that there are no such thing as resolutions and so I'm not making one to quit smoking. Instead I'll take it one day at a time and just not smoke on this day, hoping to not smoke the day after but not concerning myself with that now. Wish me luck.

Late Night Cable Be Damned!

I swear I loath and love that ten minute afterglow after watching any film adaptation of Pride and Prejudice, (this morning's being the most recent adaptation.) I hate the brief childish belief in love and storybook romance, but it is in no way beneath me to giggle and squeal throughout the whole thing. It's just like reading the books... you come away wanting swans in your lake, blossoms in your trees, and a mrs. in front of your new last name. Oh, let's not forget the happily ever after as well!

Ugh, I'm making myself sick.