Periodic Table of Awesomeness.

My find of the day:

http://www.dapperstache.com/index.php?contenttype=ptoa




and fail of the day, which totally relates to me!





In other news, internship is going well at the judicial branch. Currently I'm waiting for my latest design to come off the printer. whoopie! A lot of what I'm doing right now is reformatting documents. Not terribly exciting, but excellent typography practice and as there's no precedent for how documents should look, I have free reign on design! [and by free reign, I mean conservative free reign, after all, this is for the judicial system of iowa]

Today I've turned this into this.







And here comes rant of the day. Notice how I spelled 'a lot' above? TWO WORDS. A. LOT. I'm pretty sure we learned that in 4th grade. We were critiquing our classmates projects in my typography class, and someone wrote "alot of white space" on one of my spreads. Seriously? Drake University. You need at least a 26 on the ACT to get in. And this person writes alot? Makes my brain hurt.


And to end; When is a boxer like an Astronaut?

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When he sees stars!!!!

Getting Over a Broken Heart

Haven't done much on the blog front lately, mostly because I've had nothing blogworthy. Just nights of crying myself to sleep, and days of starting blankly into space wondering when I will stop feeling so worthless. My mom says it's called heartbreak. It's something that happens when you fall in love, but that someone who lights up your world decides they don't love you back. It's really hard to lose your best friend, your lover, and your reason for waking up in one blow. I pretty much fell apart, but I've started taking steps to get my life back on track, and discover the girl I used to be.


Sake. I got a kitten. She's pretty much amazing. I got her from the Iowa Animal Rescue League, and she is an ornery ball of fire, but incredibly sweet and cuddly at the same time.

I started working out at my dad's recommendations. Endorphins and such to make me happy. Pilates in the evening and Jillian Michaels in the morning, who makes me want to cry. Seriously, I'm like a fat person trapped in a skinny person's body when it comes to working out. Owowow.

Also, I landed an internship at the Iowa Judicial Branch, redsigning their website to make it more user-friendly and handicap-accessable. I'm excited for my first "solo" website project and all the experience.



In my quest to find my former, single-loving self, I started playing Halo again. My friend Brent and I have a doubles team for fun(tactical tampons, lololol), but I'll see how much I improve, and decide wether to start competing again in the MLG 09 season. It's been fun reconnecting with old friends and teammates. It's funny how you make lifelong friendships with these people you spend time with online. You can not talk to them for 6 months, a year, and pick up conversations right where you left off, as if no time has passed at all. Joking about old teams, strategies, fun stories from tournaments, and "the good old days" before game tournaments became so popular and everyone jumped on the band wagon.







Seattle plans are shaping up, too. I'm starting to look for jobs out there after graduation, and my mother and I are planning on going apartment shopping over spring break this year. yippee. With any luck, I'll be out on my own by this summer with a big kid job all of my own. And hopefully in an apartment that will have my zoo, Sake, Sophie, and Mia. I <3 them.

Schadenfrauden.

I love crack.

When it's in video game form, that is. I've been looking forward to Viva Pinata for the DS since I heard about it's release a few months ago, and on a mad sprint between classes to two Targets and once Best Buy, I finally acquired a copy! And it's everything I dreamed. They made the interface a lot more friendly from the original Xbox version(which was addictive as hell anyway) and did an excellent job transferring from a console game to a duel touch screen game. I must say that's my biggest complaint about DS games is that they might as well be made for the Gameboy Advance if they're not going to make good use of the touch screen. My only problem thus far is the inability to partially zoom out on the garden, but other than that, the game is flawless. I'm super excited for the new species, I've already seen a few, but haven't been able to make them residents yet. I'm glad my favorite feature is still there; creating different evolutions and colors of species. Yayfun!

Spore was also released on Sunday, but the graphics looked terrible for the DS version. I'd rather have the full, pretty version for my computer, however that requires money. And I think I would rather have food to eat. I can't wait to graduate and no longer be in the social class "poor, starving college student".

I was going to bitch about my marketing class some more, and about how haughty and condescending my teacher comes off as, but I'd rather be content with the excellent real world knowledge I gained through my internship. I'm pretty sure I learned more about marketing in three months there than I will at my entire career at Drake, but hey, that's what internships are for, right? Seriously, though, the notes we take in class are over such common sense concepts. Did you know that choosing a candy bar to purchase is a low involvement decision??? (sarcasm) As far as I know, there are no classes that go in depth on HOW to effectively market, and as much as the professors preach about taking advantage of technology, they don't seem to tell how to. (i.e. how to avoid email spam catchers, SEO words, how search engines flag words/phrases)


I suppose it is time to go research for my typography project on Dadaism. Then I can get back to my pinatas!!!!!

Growing Pains.

So I'm 21, and outgrowing college already. Oh, wait, that was two years ago. I think I've traveled too much, seen too much, and been in the "real world" too much to appreciate what's left of my adolescence. I'm ready to have a job and make something of myself. I'm in upper level classes now, with other seniors, and the ignorance and naivety shocks me. People honestly have no idea wait is waiting outside of their frat parties and meal plans. Maybe it's my fault for going to school in the midwest. Half our class examples/suggestions, from both professors and students, are about production factories or farming. You never hear about consulting firms, marketing firms, software companies, or anything other than something a 5 year old would think of. Maybe that's my creative side coming out, and I'm just being cynical, but come on! There's so much more out there. Speaking of being narrow minded, in some of my marketing classes, the professor asked us to list our interests and what we want to do. Every guy in the class lists "sports marketer" or something of that nature. I guess at least they've advanced from the realization that they're not going to be an pro NFL or MLB player, but seriously, there's more to the world than athletics. No wonder it's been so hard for me to find a guy to date.

Aside from classes, the bar scene is pathetically ridiculous. I know I may be a bit old fashioned being catholic and all, but wow. Sooo many drunken girls going home with random guys. The bars are a complete slutfest, and no lines are drawn. I wish girls would realize there's a way to get attention other than maximum grinding and boob exposure. It's called class. My favorite was watching some pathetically plastered chick last night grinding (quite out of time) with this guy. She was wasted, no idea what's going on, meanwhile the guy is pounding his friends and making crude gestures about what's sure to ensue later that evening. I almost felt sorry for her, but honestly, grow up, and learn how to not get incredibly drunk and hook up with assholes. [don't even get me started on how chicks need to either lay off the beer or not wear such tight clothes. it's called moderation, and exercise. plus, just ewwwww.]

And it's only two weeks into the semester. Oh lord. So I am sending out applications everywhere I can, in eager anticipation of getting into the real world where I can start my career, meet intelligent individuals, and go to bars where I can at least get a fucking Cosmo instead of a nasty "rum and coke" with shitty college bar booze.

Good to Be Back

Ahhhh. It's good to be back at work/school.

Worked 5:45-9:30 tonight at Customer Service at BestBuy. Spent the last 20 minutes on a phone call with a customer who had the attitude of a very irate hornet. Even for the constant yelling for that amount of time, I still couldn't quite tell you what exactly he was so angry about. When I first answered the phone, I had to listen to him rant for 5 minutes while speaking spanish to the Brazilian customers I was currently helping purchase GPS devices. When he shut up, I politely asked him to hold until I finished with my current customers and could devote my full attention to him. When I picked up the phone again, the rant began again. It was the worst type of rant though, where the customer starts at the beginning of the story, gets madder and madder and louder and louder, then briefly apologizes for yelling, and then starts the story all over, getting increasingly more angry again. Three cycles later, huffing and puffing, asks me how I would feel, to which I replied,

"Sir, we can go two ways here. You can tell me how I can get started helping you solve your problem, or you can just rant at me. I can go either way."

That seemed to get him to start communicating a bit more rationally, until I told him I'd have to ask someone else to look up his order information. It seemed to really infuriate him that I didn't have a file listing his entire exact Best Buy history and current situation status. What am I, an FBI agent? I told him in a perfect world, we would have that ability, but for the meantime, I would have to get a manager to access order information I could. A bit more was exchanged, including him wanting to know my name/work hours, and a final FUCK! and click, he hung up. After customer service for 5 + years, I can really only shake my head and laugh.

Now I am home buying class books on eBay. I won't spend more than $50 per book, and am debating what to do about one of my marketing books that is brand new going for $180, that I probably won't even open. Also, I'm trying to get into a course an adjunct professor is teaching, and it's a bitch trying to track her down. /sigh. No office, therefor no office hours, and adjunct profs neeeever check their drake email accounts.

On the bright side, there is World of Warcraft and Fat Tire to come home to. All is good.

el oh el.

Don't we look spiffy? Aras took me to see Wicked in Chicago for my birthday. It was absolutely amazing!!!!





Now, a collection of some of my recent favorite videos. Thanks to failblog.org and idiots with access to the internet. = )

























School starts in a week. Laaaaaame. And because I am bored at work after wrapping up all my client projects, here is your word of the day.


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lackadaisical \lack-uh-DAY-zih-kuhl\, adjective:
Lacking spirit or liveliness; showing lack of interest; languid; listless.

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Some recent eCards I've made at work.

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