Today, Gene and I worked on the postcard for the show. We picked the picture, figured out dates, times and an actual title for my collection of photographs. I am so happy that we finally started it. We have two whole weeks so we have to get a move on. He said that he put his show together only two days before the pictures were supposed to be hanged. Why do people wait until the very last minute to do things that they know are important? Seriously?
I made a list of all the people that I'm going to mail a postcard to, and those will be the only ones with a return address on them. I don't want to take them to school and risk a bunch of douchey underclassmen knowing where I live. I don't trust them. And if you couldn't tell before, I'm paranoid. (To be perfectly honest, I don't want anybody from school to be there except for my friends. And I can't decide if I should give an invitation to all the teachers, or just the ones I like/know).
I have also decided not to bother with the walkabout fund. I have no time and absolutely no patience at this point and I just want to get this stuff done. It's not going to cost (me) as much as I was told. So, I might be able to save $50. Woo...big deal.
Alrighty... So, we've named all but one of the pictures. What should I call the picture of Rachel and the paint samples? Suggestion? Please?
So this morning, I was eating a Reese cup, and I started coughing. I tried so hard not to choke, that a big chunk of peanut butter and chocolatey goodness flew into my nasal passage. I was so pissed off...and in pain. So the entire drive up to site this morning was me, angry and hurting, heavy swallows, trying to get this damn chocolate out of my damn head. Finally, I could feel it in the back of my throat coming out. Hooray! It felt...like I was trying to hock a loogie. Tee Hee.
Oh yeah. And I totally had one of those OMG moments (but I forgot my Degree Girls deodorant). Anyways, I was trying to do something on the computer, and I hit something on the keyboard and everytime I deleted a word, a huge picture would pop up. Anyways, my nerve
and my patience completely flew out the window and I started crying and dropped the F bomb in front of my mentor a couple of times, which I apparently did once but don't remember. I hate not knowing what to do. Why can't things just be easy?