The torture never stops. Every semester you are all forced to follow my college career, what little is left of it. Bwahaha! Here is my first creation for my Photoshop class, the infamous Veggie Gal, which I finally got back from the professor. Apparently everyone else in the class made veggie guys with the materials. The teacher showed us her two favorite veggie people, the ones she thought showed the grooviest use of free transform and layers, on the overhead screen. Mine was one of them. And here she is, my green-haired cutie.
I thought we had to have our splash pages ready tonight, but instead we were supposed to spend the evening working on them. So I asked my prof's opinion on how I can improve what I've got, made notes, and helped my neighbors work on their stuff because none of my fonts were on the class computer. Just as I was wondering if I should leave the teacher came around and asked for my disk. I got to have my Adventure Unlimited splash page showcased, which surprised me a little as it seems kind of ordinary. She showed five different splash pages from our class, one of which impressed me. But he cheated and used Illustrator.
My largest projects at work are almost completed. I've gotten the series of German hotels booked, the fancy Cabo golf vacation people paid up today, and I've finalized the logistically tricky Botswana/Seychelles/Paris trip in place (it's damned near impossible to get from Botswana to Seychelles without visiting four African nations, taking three days, or going via Europe, and if you think that's tricky you ought to know this couple originally wanted to go to the Cook Islands on the way to their safari). I'm feeling my stress level drop little by little as the vacations get set in place, deposits are made, and documents issued.
Working out helps tremendously. Tuesday night I ran longer than I've run previously, seven whole minutes. My heart rate was a little too high and my right knee hasn't forgiven me yet, but I just love running. I wish I could run for half an hour like some of the people at the gym. Years ago I ran two five kilometre races (Run for the Farside and the Zoo Run, and I have the ghastly finish line photos to prove it). I'd be thrilled to pieces to do that again. Or if not to actually do them then to be able to run three miles without passing out. But for now I'm proud to get to seven minutes, and that's 195 pounds running, not the 150 I was then. I take my athletic achievements where I can get them.
Australia is now looking dubious as a vacation destination in June. Qantas cannot help me with business class seats, upgrades or any other method of ameliorating the cramped tedium of flying 15 hours across the Pacific. And frankly I don't want to build my vacation around two conventions. If we're going tourist class then I want to go when the weather's nice and we can see our friends someplace other than a hotel bar or function room, thanks.
I don't know where we'll go if we don't do that trip. But I did realize tonight that since I'm no longer taking a semester length class I'm through with school April 10 and summer session doesn't start until June 17th. I'm going to get a nice, long break. I am so glad I dropped that other class.
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