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again, it's working. amazing. I am so fucking exhausted I could croak. I was at the lab until 3:30 am last night, working on a delicious piece of photoshop work depicting various images from Dario Argento movies. I made two mistakes: not having my zip disk, and emailing it to myself, foolishly thinking that wouldn't change the image. Well, I just tried to print it out, and guess what? A portrait once filled with lush bloody reds, slimy greens, and putrid yellows is now printing out black and white. Yes folks, you heard it right. I'm angry. I spent a lot of time on that piece! I'LL HAVE TO DO IT ALL OVER TOMORROW NIGHT. This sucks. But I learned a valuable lesson: not to leave home without my damned Zip disk. Presently I am procrastinating going home. I was sent home from work because of my obviously zombified nature, but being the maniac I am, I had to stop here and try to work on my portfolio for Troma first. I'm happy to be out of work, and unhappy that I cannot work on my art because again, I have no disk with me. Oh well... cookies crumble and all that nonsense. Thank god I don't have to go back to B&N until tuesday. And, added bonus, Liam will be with his aunt from sunday night to tuesday afternoon. Woohoo! Ok, I go now. Bye. |
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I am completely and utterly amazed right now. A Rutgers computer is actually allowing me to work on my website. I think I'm in shock. The only sucky thing is that this damn keyboard has a sticky space bar and therefore, I must smack it really hard, or a few times, before it works. BAH! Beggars can't be choosers; after all, I haven't been able to update the journal nearly as much as I'd like to. I haven't got much news, with only one exception.
Monday Morning. Eleven O'Clock am. Me. My portfolio. Troma Films Offices. Get it?
If all goes well, I could be landing my dream job. All three of you had better keep your fingers crossed for me. I will certainly post an entry to let y'all know how it went.
However, for now, it's too late for me to deal with the stress of this space bar. So I bid you adieu. |
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