Like Dory said...

I had all my assignments done for classes today: Essay, journal entry, vocab words, reading, sketches, logos, illustrations for articles. Yay me! Now, we have more. Twice as much since we missed last week. No yay for me. Now, just for my Writing class I have: 4 reading assignments, 4 journal entries, one essay, begin steps for research paper. Okay, not too bad. Now comes my Concept Designs class: put together process binder for first two weeks assignments which include: three companies and 10 thumbnail sketches for logos for each one, 20 words on each one that describes said company, 5 pages of source logos (inspiration), final digital comps on each using (my favorite) Illustrator program (which I can only do at school since I don't have nor can afford Adobe CS6), also begin complex logo designs for three new companies with ten thumbnail sketches for each one, 20 new words for each one, 5 more pages of source logos, final pencil composition for the illustration on an article from last week, 3 final digital comps of first three company logos....E-I-E-I-O  and Bingo was his name-o.
Granted, my school work is not difficult, at all, there's just a lot of it. And I still have to go to work, still want to see that movie "Warm Bodies" and still have to finish my Roman brag book for Typography this week and I'm on Skype with my bookclub on Sunday.
I think I missed something, but I'm sure I'll realize as soon as I'm about twenty miles away from where I can do anything about it.

just keep swimming, just keep swimming, swimming, swimming....

it's Sunday...we ride!

I hardly ever talk about what happens at work unless someone is complaining about not being able to use their coupons because everything they got was on sale. That still irks me, you know?
So today, I show up and I'm the only cashier there. I was informed I was going to be the only cashier there for another two hours. I'm okay with that, it just means I couldn't take my break and I really like my break because I usually eat then even though I only have 15 minutes. Yes, I eat before I leave the house, but if you know me, you know I eat often. There I am, doing fine at first, just some vacuuming, refolding some blankets and filing some tax exempt forms. Then, I guess church let out because everyone showed up at once and wanted to use their coupons on their sale items. I had about ten people or so in line, with the phone ringing and other customers standing at the door asking where various things were located in the store. The piece "The Ride of the Valkyries" kept going through my head, but I got some help from a manager and a stock person and everything was cool....for about 20 minutes when the wave started again. Finally some relief showed up and I got to eat my penne pasta with basil creme sauce and life was good again.

Like a band of gypsies...

click here to  listen to  

a great   cover of Willie

Nelson's song "On the Road Again"

I took a little trip today to look at some apartments near school. Upon seeing the building conditions and the neighborhood (The Dallas Police Department refers to this area as "Five Points"), I decided to widen my circle. I found two places where I felt I would not get stabbed walking to my door and where I could wake up each morning without wondering if my car was still in the parking lot and intact. They are just a bit more expensive, but at least I'll be safer.

After my trip, I trollied down Greenville Avenue, near the "M" streets. This is one of my favorite places in Dallas. Most of Dallas feels upscale and pretentious, but this area feels almost hippie-like, probably due to the fact that it is the college neighborhood. I decided to stop in at The Corner Market.   This place has great sandwiches and it's adjoined with a cupcake place that sets out free samples! Today I ordered a grilled portobello with spinach and brie slathered with spicy Dijon mustard and a side of homemade sweet pickles for about $7. I added on a bottle of Pepsi made in Mexico; my fav because it's  made with REAL sugar. While at the cafe, I worked on my research paper: organizing my thoughts and scribbled notes. Later, my friend from school, Bernardo, texted me so I went to hang with him at the school library for a while. We talked about cute guys but didn't meet any.

And now, home again, home again, jiggity-jig.