lackadaisiac

Career fair is over

Today (Wednesday)
3 PM: speed interviews at administrative building
6 PM: hard deadline for game UI in progress

Tomorrow (Thursday)
11 AM: betas for all Studio II projects due

Friday
10 AM: career fair

I’m a ball of bound tensions manifest from every part of my life at this moment. All I’ve got is this nerve asserting that if I’m not doing the right things, I’ll turn it around and land on my feet somehow. I have to trust that.

I graduate in less than three weeks.

My goal for 2012—more than getting a degree, or a job, or a new place, or a new love—is to get off all of my medications and start actually feeling better. By whatever means. Sicker people have done more. I think it’s an attainable goal, don’t you?

My parents have given me free license to research and find holistic doctors who would be willing to work with me towards such a goal. With regard to my condition, I don’t have a lot of faith left towards more traditional MDs, of which I have seen more than most people might meet in a lifetime and very few of whom were in any way helpful. All but one couldn’t even obtain a diagnosis, and the one who finally landed on that (with no disrespect meant, because knowing the source has been a true blessing) hasn’t treated the ailment so much as simply slapped the proverbial bandage over it. It’s a symptom of a broken system, of course, so I don’t fault him for his handling, but I don’t think I should suffer for it out of some sense of loyalty, either. Or die for it, which isn’t an entirely impossible distant eventuality, were I to continue indefinitely this way.

Anyway, so I’ve been looking around. To a certain extent, I think I just have to trust that I’ll know what I’m looking for once I’ve found it. I’m dreading the expense of something like this—more than likely, I’ll have to do remote consults and possibly a few flights to meet with a practitioner in another state—but my parents insist that it’s important and cost be damned and all of that. It’s impossible not to think about it, but it is wonderful to feel so loved.

I’m also working on sorting, downsizing, and packing—for good. Classes officially resume today. Last ten weeks of my undergraduate career. 2012 is going to be a good year.

Q & A

Oh, my student status. Do I ever!

My soft spot for wawas is largely owed to sharing my residence with this:

And yes, I want to be the jelly in an Amber/Chulie sandwich, if they are, in fact, ready for this jelly.

Classes are over!!

Hahahahahaha, my group members…

GOD I am so sick of looking at this thing. I’ll probably want to use the final mockups as portfolio work, but I can’t wait to finish and bury it deep in my external hard drive for at least a week.

Came to class today and had to immediately jet back out to the financial services office due to some type of notice on my account. After being mugged to the tune of several thousand dollars for the month, I straggled back into class an hour after it had started, only to receive an email minutes later announcing that the notice was sent in error…

kalmia:

This is the last survey for this class of mine, you guys!! I know you must be excited, too. I know I’m sick of posting these.

If you could spare a moment to answer a few questions and/or reblog this, you’ll be doing me a great service! Thanks so much!!

Reblog for the late-night crowd before bed! G’night! ♥

This is the last survey for this class of mine, you guys!! I know you must be excited, too. I know I’m sick of posting these.

If you could spare a moment to answer a few questions and/or reblog this, you’ll be doing me a great service! Thanks so much!!