This weekend was actually rather relaxing and busy at the same time. I didn’t do anything in particular but I was always doing something. I was doing laundry, and reading a magazine, and playing computer games, and doing homework etc, etc, but never really doing anything important of “big” that would stick out in my mind as to actually having accomplished anything. I’m sure everyone’s had those days at work. You’re doing something all day, being busy, working on things, then at the end of the day your office/desk looks exactly the same as it did that morning, you didn’t get any further than you had been on anything you were working on and you feel tired because you worked on something all day but you can’t really figure out what exactly you did. It was one of those weekends.
I finished a writting assignment for Business Practices class and then went on to find “tear-sheets” for Commercial class. I also ordered my supplies, bought my books, read two issues of PC Gamer, two issues of PDN (Photo District News), went grocery shopping and cleaned up my apartment a little. I also helped out Lauren with a Photoshop project that turned out well.
I should also mention that I had the apartment all to myself this weekend which was absolutely fantastic. I like my roommate, but it’s always great to have some “breathing room” every once in a while. Jason and Melissa went to Maryland for the weekend to visit friends. They actually just go back a little while ago.
On a separate but similar note, this whole Melissa living arrangement has gotten me thinking. It’s not that she’s a bad person, or that I want her to leave, that’s not it at all. I’m just starting to wonder if she hasn’t gotten comfortable in her current situation and so is less motivated to do anything to change it. For those that don’t know, Melissa is a friend of my roommate Jason. Melissa was a bit strapped for cash this summer and so Jason and I let her stay in our apartment pretty much for free (she was paying the electric bill). My thinking was that it was better to have someone there to keep an eye on all our stuff than to have an empty apartment full of expensive things just waiting to be robbed. So, thinking that, I didn’t have a problem with her living in our apartment. I did ask however, that it not become a long term thing. This, looks more and more like it’s going to happen. Originally she was supposed to save up enough money to have her own apartment by the time we got back at the end of August. Then it changed to “when school starts” because she was still looking for an affordable place to live. Now we’re up to, “maybe a little longer.” I’m just waiting till we reach “awhile.” I like her as a person, she seems sincere and intelligent, which is why I don’t have a problem with helping her out. It just seems from my perspective that she’s grown comfortable with staying here and her current situation. Not that I can blame her, I would doing anything to rock the boat if I was getting free rent either. I dunno. I don’t really have any sort of problem with the situation at the moment, but it’s working up to it in my mind. If it becomes an issue, I’ll say something to Jason, but for the time being I’ll let it be and see if it straitens itself out.
Moving on. For the rest of this week I’ve got a photo shoot on Thursday and some heavy printing to do on the weekend. I’ve got to reprint my ENTIRE portfolio to 8×10 by November 2nd. I also need to find a nice portfolio case/box/thingy to showcase all my work in. Currently I’m looking at pieces at Lost-Luggage.com. They’re a bit pricy but it’s almost the same for a nice leather portfolio case anyway, so if I’m going to be paying the same amount I might as well be different. Take a look and tell me what you guys like the best. I’m leaning towards the “Ice Nine” book/binder (frosted clear acrylic) but wouldn’t mind an “Isotope” case either (again, frosted clear acrylic but this time in “briefcase” form).
Anyway, I’ve got a few chapters to read in my art history book before I go to bed. Later.
“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.”