I'm only not saying anything about it because next semester, their friend will be back from abroad, and I've been told by Heather that they'll practically never be here, which is probably the best present ever considering what this semester's been like. Seriously, I love Heather, but damn. A is so frickin' LOUD. How do you talk and not hear your volume? How do you yell at your girlfriend when you're sitting on her bed? It's not like this room is cavernous!

Oy. Anyway.

I'm working on storyboarding stuff for Digital Storytelling. The storyboards are done already, really, but I'm putting the pictures into a Word document with descriptions and dialogue so Maria can put stuff into a PowerPoint and sync the pictures up with the script (because I think we might be acting it out for the class). Everyone was happy with my storyboards, and Jack (who wrote the script I worked off of) said it was pretty much exactly the way he pictured it. Ego boost! It took a lot of work--30 pictures--but I'm pretty happy with it. Some panels are more detailed than others. It doesn't matter, really, it's just a storyboard and a lot of the time, backgrounds aren't so necessary, like when the scenery hasn't changed.

After we're done with this project, I have to turn my attention to designing the poster for Wine in a Vessel. Thankfully it doesn't have to be turned in to the print shop until Sunday at midnight, instead of Friday at 10am. Friday wasn't doing me any good. All my attention right now is on Digital Storytelling; I have NO time for anything else right now. The only other thing I need to do is glaze my final ceramics project, and I don't know when it'll be bisqued... I can probably glaze it early next week. Also, my storage vessel came out freaking AWESOME and I'll take another picture of it once I can reattach the ring that fell off during loading. It's really, really cool. It makes me want to make another one. XD;; If I don't end up taking Intermediate Ceramics next semester, I might honestly ask Bethany if I can still make things in the studio during off-peak times, or maybe make the projects they'll be working on anyway. Maybe I'd be able to get credit. That would be great, because then I could move on to Advanced Ceramics during my final year.

And shit, I have to write my stupid rationale for my made-up major. I want to get that done before the end of the semester. I don't want to wait on it. -_-

Two weeks left, dude. By this time on the 11th, I'll be done with the semester and possibly on my way home, if Mom picks me up.

Urge to draw is kicking in and I have no time, bah. I'll get some drawing in at some point...

Remind me not to take a group project class again. I might have to rethink taking Museum Education next spring.

We submitted our second rough draft of the documentary on Standing Stone in DVP. Our credits are no good at this point because we're lacking names of people we interviewed and used in the film. Amanda (the producer) is the one that was writing them down as she interviewed different people. This was before spring break and before we posted the draft. Karina's decided that I have them in one of my books. I've looked through all the books I could have possibly brought with me to our filming sessions, multiple times. Nothing. I did leave the red notebook I'd been using for class (when not using the LiveScribe notebook) at home accidentally, but I called Mom to have her look for a page with names that aren't in my handwriting, and she didn't find anything.

So. Our options: Bullshit names of people we'll likely never run into again (the employees we talked to, we can go back to Standing Stone and get their full names), which could bite us in the ass if Nathan or anyone else knows anyone in the video--and two of them are students--OR, cut those interviews from the film, which means more editing, cutting things down, having to rework parts of the film. Or, alternatively, go BACK to Standing Stone and get more interviews, then edit them into the film.

There's a fair level of stress that's building up over this situation. It shouldn't be, really--I'm just feeling burned out already, and this being the spring semester, there are no more breaks coming up. Spring break is it. There are like two days off, one of them doesn't even count for me since I don't have class on Fridays, and the other is a month away.

I'm gonna talk to the group about it tomorrow and see if anyone remembers exactly where stuff was written down. It could be that it was written down in one of my books and removed. I wouldn't have removed it, because tearing a sheet out of a book when it could just stay in there and, you know, not get lost makes no sense. All I know is I don't freaking have it. I'm aggravated. I should've written the stuff down instead of trusting someone else to do it, because I'd know where my shit was. But Amanda was in charge of interviews and gathering names. She should know where the names are.

I want this semester over with, please. -_- Between this class and my general fails in Ceramic Sculpture (not total fails, but I feel like I can do better and all my work sucks, plus I still need to remake my personal house project because it fell apart after cracking so badly... and the current project is freaking me out because Bethany wants me to do better with my sculpting and said she's going to nitpick during our critique), I'm counting down 'til summer. Next semester will be better.

I'm going to bed. I woke up at eight this morning to register for next year's classes, didn't go back to sleep, and have been paying for it all day. And tomorrow I have to go back to the studio at some point to finish the atrocity that is my reproduction of my LED flashlight. -_- (Honestly, it's not that bad, but it's wrong. Then again, I didn't measure anything, just built it by eyeballing it. I'm too far ahead to seriously alter it now. I might be able to chop part of it out, but I'd break it, knowing my luck.)

Ever know someone that knows everything and knows nothing?

Emma and I just got into an argument over the wattage of a desk lamp bulb. I keep telling her that you're not supposed to put a 60 or 75-watt bulb into a desk lamp that needs a max of 40 watts, because it's a fire hazard. (Little side note, neither of us knew our max wattage. I looked up what I thought was the correct lamp on Target's website, but it was actually a different one that allowed 60-watt bulbs. The one I have is 40w. This all started because I told her I need to return my bulb tomorrow and exchange it for a 40w, and she offered me hers, but hers is 75w.) The bulbs we picked up are compact flourescents, and they have a second number on the box for the amount of energy they use. She swears up and down that you don't go by the wattage, you go by the energy. She's trying to burn down the dorm. I showed her my lamp, which is the same size as hers, and showed her the warning on the inside that SAYS 40w max or 11 max for CFs. I still don't think she believes me. I told her she's wrong, and I don't think she likes being wrong. Thing is, she's wrong a lot. Like, all the time.

This after she said "Nonononono, let's do some simple math," after I tried explaining to her that I got a federal grant yesterday, and this morning Juniata took the amount of the grant away from my scholarship, so my aid is right back where it was originally despite the federal grant. She wasn't understand what I was saying at all, even though it was totally straightforward. 

So yeah, a couple times today, I wanted to wring her skinny neck. -_-;

You do NOT cancel satellite service when Mom and I are each paying part of the cost each month just because Craig gets it in his room. You take the receiver out of his room. Idjit. -_-;;

Apparently he's just being very passive-aggressive right now, as Mom just came in and told me one of the things Dad's upset about is the fact that Oliver's bone was in the house. It was on a towel and hasn't touched the carpet or any part of the floor at all, and when Oliver was nibbling at it last night, I had the door closed so he couldn't carry it off anywhere, but big deal much? He couldn't come to me and say something about it, though. 59 years old. 9_9;