Condensation, part three

August again.

The whole college thing ended, at least for the year, and I was home free. I was put in a situation where I had so little to do and so much time.

Yeah, sure. I updated my work for the graphic design class and e-mailed it to the teacher, but that was it. Nothing else to do. Nyet. Nada. Zilch.

I loved it. After much mental exhaustion caused by the constant worries about delivering works on time, and making sure they were perfect, I would get my much-deserved rest … but I didn’t stop worrying right away. I still had to wait for my grades to be published. I slept the weekend away and was met with the pleasant surprise of having aced all three subjects. The last three college subjects that I would ever have to take.

Speaking of surprises, we gave my mother a surprise birthday party on the 18th. The party was at her workplace. She works at a massage place. Not that kind of massage place, but one where blind people do massage therapy, run by a government board for the visually challenged. I had never been to her workplace before, and had little choice but to go, with her being my mother and all.

She was shocked, for sure, when she saw that friends and family quickly gathered and arranged everything while she had gone away on some errand. I have to admit that I don’t know many blind people, and I felt a bit uneasy at first, sitting across an entire row of them as they laughed and joked around with their friends and co-workers. As always, I was in charge of the camera and, again as always, took me a while to gather the confidence to stand up and randomly aim it at things. The distraction keeps my anxiety down.

The party was just a short-lived gathering and people started leaving shortly after having their appetizers (an odd mix of snack foods with some traditional stuff thrown in) and the cake-cutting part. In the end, I was put in charge of … the cake. There I was, at night, on the front seat of my brother-in-law’s car, with half a cake, still on its big tray. I’m a big fan of seatbelts, but this time I would only count on a few layers of dough covered with icing to break the impact in case of sudden stops.

Thankfully (and to the disappointment of those in the back seat), such a thing never happened. At one point, there was a public transport bus stopped next to us while the usual vehicular chaos gave us a chance. My window was rolled down, and I had a big cake on my lap. Paranoid as I am, I thought one of the passengers looking at me would say something, or spit in my general direction. Then, we started moving again.

That was it … and that’s pretty much it for August. Like I said before, I had little to do and far too much time. Most I did for the rest of the month was grab the camera and make a few shots that, to my eyes, are somewhat interesting.

All right. Run along, now. But, before you go, why not look at that SocialVibe thingy on the right? It’s not a fancy ornament, you know.

Nothing day

Well, today was fun. Since I had no morning class, I went to bed rather late last night and slept in until noon. Would’ve been nicer if I hadn’t been awakened by the dogs, who spent the morning barking … at nothing. We had some bad weather today that kept me from going to my 7:00 p.m. class … which hopefully didn’t happen, anyway (it’s three hours!). Not that I like being there, but it was supposed to be the first class, and I don’t like not being in the loop whenever I miss one. So, fingers crossed until next Tuesday.

Last night was the official start of the 7th graphic design class (out of nine … Seven of Nine?), which relates to multimedia stuff. I know little about Flash (which seems to be a requirement here), and next to nothing about creating interactive CDs, so it’ll be a bit of a challenge. Then again, so was packaging design, and I did too well in that, but I better not get cocky about it. This may well be what breaks the string of A-type grades for each graphic design since #3.

I spent the whole day in my bedroom, not watching T.V., but going through web sites (on my brother’s laptop) to save me the trouble later on in the day, all the while listening to the rainfall and the strong wind. The hurricane season is more active than last year, and it’ll likely get worse as the years wear on. Should’ve done some reading instead of all that browsing, with the whole no-class thing and all.

Like I said in the previous post, I’ve got little to write about these days. College hasn’t kicked in already, and the anxiety problem seems to be going away for now. So, until next time. In the meantime, enjoy this slightly-edited photo of my cute dog.

Four more terms

September. About time it got here. College started again without much excitement from my part (as is usual). The fact that only three out of five teachers decided to show up, and that only one of those three gave a class that was more than an hour made the past week not worth it. Not only that, but I haven’t been feeling so well since Wednesday. It might be anxiety that triggers that slew of symptoms every time a college term begins, so I can’t wait to never having to go there again. I’ll have to figure out the whole anxiety thing soon, if that is the cause of all my problems. I feel like having a social life one of these days.

I haven’t done much of anything since Wednesday. I stopped working out, haven’t read as much as I wanted, and I’m eating less, because I feel like throwing up every once in a while (and that’s not a good feeling to have, especially after eating). That’ll go away, as it usually does, but it makes me feel a bit sorry for myself, having to deal with this every once in a while and not being very sociable because of it (except for college, because I kinda have to). Oh, well.

Anyway, on a more positive note, this one that began on Wednesday (the 27th) is the first of the final four terms in college. Hopefully I won’t have to stay there longer than that. Not sure what the future holds for me in the, uh … future, but I’m tired of being in the education system. I’d like to be above it, past it, and making some money while at it. I’m wondering what I might be working at. I like animation, but I’ve never been good at it. I’m good at graphic design, but I honestly don’t see myself doing that for a living. That’s just something I was forced into (no such thing as a degree in animation here, unfortunately).

I have little work to do for the week, and I can sleep the afternoon away on most days of the week. I guess I’ll forget about the eating lots and working out parts until my annoying, little illness goes away. Reading is the only thing on my list that stays for now, as it only requires me being awake, good lighting, and the book (and interest, of course). I’m not sure how I’ll keep up with the other things once I’m on an actual work schedule, as most people I’ve seen (in the chat room) seem too tired to do anything other than rest by the end of their work shift. That will depend on the job and the hours.

On the subject of blogging, I’ve been left with little to talk about since last week. Since I don’t lead a particularly interesting life (read above), I can’t really be talking much about parties, festivals, events, so I’ll just have to see what I see in my short journey to-from college. Maybe something will happen there, too, but I wouldn’t count much on it. Most of the out-of-classroom moments are rather forgettable, and I can only remember a graphic design class being suspended just so some rock band (formed by students) could play … and that was back in ‘06. See what I mean? So, the streets it is.

It’s 2:20 in the morning. Gotta be up at nine or so, so I can get to my 10:00 class early. So, see you read me later!