I saw the sun rise and it terrified me.

I feel very processed, like the majority of foods I've eaten the past couple of days.

the taste of black coffee has soothing affects now. as I mentioned before, it's a scary thing to ponder over. Perhaps because I know it destroys my body, and that I'm a zombie without it.


I made a B minus on a major project.
not a C, thank God for small favors.
Although it seems insignificant, it is quite a thought that I struggle with-- to feel even for a moment sub-par or mediocre is a hard pill to swallow in the art world.
It's like going on national television to compete in one of those reality television shows like Project Runway or Top Model and being the first one to be eliminated.
You feel cut short, and heartbroken... and sub-par.
I am not so heartbroken, because I realize that it is one class and one man's opinions... it is also too early in my career as a graphic designer to say that I will not learn. To be heartbroken is to admit to some lie that I can never learn-- and that simply isn't so.
My highest marks have been in creativity thus far.
I will not be disheartened by the B's. I will get at least one A in this class though... I know it.
Because the truth is I know I am good at what I do. 2-D may not come as naturally to me as it does to some of my other classmates, but I cannot help but recognize God has given me a certain level of talent and understanding to successfully and supercede my own expectations of my progress in this course.

Spring Break was filled with sand and ocean, books and writing. There were friends and there was family. There was sun and there was coffee. There was God in the clear water and the white sand, in the smiling faces and the cloudless skies. I cannot deny a beautiful vacation, even if there was a distraction in the form of a major project.

The only problem with beautiful vacations is they leave you wanting more of beauty and vacation and less of schedules, lists, and productivity. All work ethic slips out the window, all alarm clocks to get you up to go somewhere very early in the morning are forgotten. It is a strange thing to have responsibilities again so quickly.


I will go and exercise now, as opposed to wasting more time, exercising later, and throwing my schedule off further. I will say this: Blue Like Jazz is a very good book so far, and I would reccomend it. In fact, I am reccomending it-- if you can find the time, you'll enjoy it.