I'm alive.

Yes I have fallen off the face of the planet into the abyss known as design.

I haven't updated in quite a while so this might take some time!

Academia is like a continual punch in the throat - excruciatingly painful yet survivable. I turned in my second project for Design I this morning. Currently, I am operating on less than 2 hours of sleep and I have been trying to get my lost zzz's in today but evidently my body has a new "I will not sleep in the daylight policy". Trust me - it's brand new development.

I think the project went well. The final result will be up on my Flickr page within the week.

Art history is presently a lost cause. My professor is.... oh I think I've just run out of a proper adjective for this one. I have a test on Thursday and she wants to move the final exam to a Sunday. Yes a Sunday. (for those of you unfamiliar with Auburn University policy this is completely unacceptable) On top of that she wants to have a comprehensive ESSAY over the entire SEMESTER. "Summarize all of 20th century art. Ready? Go." Hah. Look I have my essay ready it is as follows: "The defense of certifiable insanity. That is modern art."

Painting and Biology are at par. I still ache to know how to paint but alas every time I say to my professor, and I quote, "I do NOT know what I am doing. Please, TEACH ME." They laugh and walk away. I speak nothing but the truth dear reader. During our last critique my professor questioned some of the techniques and methods I was using to paint. I said "I didn't do this. God did. It only makes sense that way because everything you see on that canvas is complete intuition. No one has ever taught me anything about painting - good or bad." Response: laughter.

Apparently my lack of knowledge and desire to learn is quite comical.

In other news: Last weekend I got the amazing pleasure to attend the WSYG Girl's Retreat. Talk about pure, glorious fun! Man I wish every weekend could be like that. As of late my posse here in Auburn has been struck with the "we're getting old" syndrome so laughing hard in a hammock so much so that you fall out hasn't been common. We had a great time grasping where we find our worth and to see what God sees in us. So many times we seek our worth in other things - people, relationships, school, popularity, looks, performance - instead of in the One who sings over us. Our perfect Father. Incredible stuff.

On Friday night I attended the Invisible Children's Halloween Party. We had an impressive turn out with a lot of good costumes. I went as Zorro with my two key essentials to any Halloween costume: a cool hat and a billowing cape. I haven't heard how much we raised for Schools4Schools through the event but it was a entertaining evening.

The rest of the weekend I spent glued to my computer managing to complete my entire project in less than 36 hours. I think I said that at least 10 times during our critique today. Ha.

Encounter has been rocking my face off - par usual. This week Matt talked about God's kingdom being revealed in the Nations and I always get so antsy when he talks about this particular topic. I think about Ghana every day. I'm serious. Every. Single. Day. Sometimes I get annoyed that God put this in my heart because it bugs me constantly then I remember it's there for a reason. What that means exactly I have no idea - but at least He knows.

Random side note(s): My fingers get numb when I type sometimes...that's weird. My goldfish, Peanut, had a burial at sea this week. And then, there were two. Presently the 2 fish have become EXTREMELY aggressive. It's one of the following: 1.) Courting 2.) Re-establishing territorial dominance (yes goldfish do this) 3.) Competition for food (reverting to cannibalism) or 4.) Temperature balance. The last two are good but the other I'm not so sure on.

Only time will tell...

For now I'm going to go run some errands then hopefully my ability to sleep will return.

As always, thanks for stopping by!