I really did. I squeezed clumpy concrete through my hands and let it drip and pile up and it pretty much looked like dog crap...kinda juicy dog crap, and I was actually trying to make a model. So this leaves me feeling like WTF! I am about to walk out of here with a master's degree?! I mean at this point the only thing I have pride in is snack heaven. I am not getting anywhere in studio. I have no architectural proposition and I don't know what to do. Francois will be back next week and will surely be angry and start cursing in French, and that idea scares me a little.
At least I am not alone, I think a lot of people are frustrated. So in response I have been eating an unusually large amount of cupcakes with pink frosting...not a good sign.
plus i am still on the job hunt which is a little stressful. hopefully it will all get figured out soon. i have had a bunch of interviews, but no official offers yet. i am only worried because i did my loan exit interview the other day, and started to realize what my monthly payments were going to be...yikes. plus i might not finish paying for these 2 years until 2035, which is great because i will be 55! oh well, i just keep reminding myself that educational debt is "good debt."
anyway i will proabably have more painful posts this weekend, because i don't care what it takes...i am going to have a project by Monday. just me, snack heaven and my pink computer...
...and i think i'll just give my concrete turds to my dad for father's day as paper weights for his office, a la elementary school.