Into the Madding Crowd

I’m on my worst caffeine overdose trip since two semesters ago when I downed those 5-hour energy shots at 1 a.m. for a final. Ended up so jittery, I started cleaning my room long after my studying was done.

Either way, If you’re interested in seeing what has consumed my life over the past week or so, check this baby out!

I designed this bad boy over 2 sleepless nights for my new media capstone class. We held our presentation last Thursday afternoon to an audience of mobile media professionals [and potential employers?]. I consider the entire affair missiona accomplished, since I got a handful of business cards in the process and encouraging feedback on “Dissed in 90 Seconds” 

Speaking of my baby, check out Episode 4. This time, written by my co-host. 

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A lovely quote from my roommate Audrey as a motley of her friends chilled with us at the apartment tonight. The inflatable horse in our living room [affectionately named Taffy] was the subject of conversation. So what spurred the above outburst? Well, let’s let the picture do the talking:

Oh noes, her hair came off!

<3 my roommates and their equally perverted friends.

Moderately busy and I haven’t even started classes yet. Worked on Out & About and worked downstairs designing ads. I wish I could say doing double time at The Red & Black results in a juicy cash cow. Alas, it cannot be. A taste of “True Life: I’m a Journalist” I suppose.

Life finds me interwined, grooving to The Hush Sound. Hope to attend PopFest this weekend.

Fearing a doctor’s appointment tomorrow. Got a strange bump on my eyelid. It’s not too noticeable, but just enough to have me worried. I’m experiencing absurd, morbid thoughts of having a tumor. Crazy thoughts like this make me dread doctor visits. I always expect the worse. I’d much rather live with my various ailments and hope it all goes away. I blame my non-confrontational nature.

Either way, a rather insignificant day. A rather late night. I’d much rather finish putting up pics of my friends on my wall. It’s the last and finest thing to go up in my room, a representation of one thing I hold most dear: my memories.

A fine night of new acquaintances