I DID IT! I made it through the iMedia bootcamp, where we spent three weeks getting into the meat and potatoes of the software we would be using this year. Every four days, we rotated to a new teacher who would assign a project that would normally take much more time to complete. And at the end of the workshop, it all came to a head when we were separated into groups of three and given the assignment to create a full-scale media campaign for a client in the area in less than 48 hours. Be sure to check out the link to the video and animation I created (I’m very proud).
Photoshop (round 2)
(Thanks roommate, Dana, and Aaron!)
I can’t upload the .swf file here, but I’m very, very proud of what I created. Next time we hang out, ask me to see it because I’ll be excited to show you.
We were asked to create a website mock-up, a Flash widget, a video, and an animation. I created the video and animation:
That’s only the beginning. After a week break, we begin the semester with full force on the 28th. To all my friends I haven’t kept in touch with recently, please be patient with me because I will be 5x worse once classes start.
I recently sifted through some old files looking for a specific document when I stumbled upon a couple old journal entries from a post-breakup period of my life. It started off as expected; depressed and forlorn. I cheered myself up through this writing process however because this is the ending to my journal post:
It is a waste of time to focus on this one guy who has dominated your life for only 6 months. You have been alive for 251 months. Therefore, he has only been a part of you for 2%. Face it, Iris. He has about the same impact on you as fat does on reduced fat milk.
“You can’t win unless you learn how to lose.” That’s what my raisin box told me tonight. Raisins are the best. Not only are they insightful, but they make you poop too!
Apparently two years ago I was living by the raisin box quotes as well!
In other news, I officially moved to a new town, began a graduate program, and my fish died. Did you experience a range of emotions in that last sentence? Me too. Here’s the (fish)tale of Frank’s death. Warning: those of sensitive nature may be disturbed.
It was a hot Sunday afternoon. I packed the car to its absolute fullest with the items I deemed crucial to my daily life: shoes, a lawn chair, computer, a pair of scissors, etc. The only items missing were my purse, Frank, and I. I say my goodbyes and carry Frank out to the car. We get in, I start the air conditioner, and reflect about my departure before leaving the lady cave. Overcome with my emotions from leaving Raleigh, I look at Frank and say, “Well, Frank. Looks like it’s just you and I now.” He agreed, and I pulled off.
Two minutes later, as I cruise control on the highway, I talk to Frank about what Burlington’s going to be like. That’s when I notice him listening eagerly at the top of the jar… or so I thought. I suddenly realized that Frank was dead. I spent the next hour driving a hearse to Burlington.
Since then, coping has been a challenge. I miss our long chats and staring challenges (he would always let me win). No one else can spoon me the way he spooned me, so you know, I’ve spent a lot of time spooning air.
But alas, I must move on. That’s where Simmi comes into play. Simanette is my roommate’s new precious kitten. I don’t know how to interact with cats, so I find myself treating her like a dog often, but she’ll have to get used to that.
She’s so seductive, no?
Elle King - My Neck, My Back
I find myself singing passionately along to this.
The past year has been an interesting journey, that’s for sure. And while I can’t say that every day was a perfect day, I decided to channel my cynicism into something more productive. Behold: The Guide to Becoming a Great Mentor. This won’t apply to me for some time, but I don’t want to forget these things 10 years down the road (and the internet is forever, right?). After all, on the worst of days, I would only get through it by telling myself that when I’m in a management role, I will do it differently. Well future Iris, eat your heart out.
It is with great sorrow that I announce the passing of Spencer Spectacles, a pair of sunglasses, on Wednesday, April 4, 2012. Mr. Spectacles was known to be a visionary of his time. He had a corneacopia of knowledge that caused him to see the world outside of his rose-colored glasses. Some people would describe Mr. Spectacles as “shady” but I suspect most people couldn’t understand his insightful viewpoints (they were soooo nearsighted). In fact, Mr. Spectacles was known for coining the phrase, “the sun never sets on a badass.” And his specs appeal? Don’t get me started. What you see down there was no optical illusion.
Mr. Spectacles is survived by his Frames. The memorial service will be held at my local optometrist, Eye Care Associates, Inc. in Cary, NC. Crying encouraged (it helps clean out the eyes and the grieving soul).
Ho Hey- The Lumineers
Energetic and soul-filled folk music. Similar to The Head and the Heart or Of Monsters and Men. Enjoy friends!
Even though I have yet to obtain a dog, I have decided on a name. And with this name comes huge responsibility…
Here are a few tricks I plan to teach Voldemort:
Accio : Come here
Avada Kadavra : Play dead
Petrificus Totalus : Stay
Wingardium Leviosa : Fetch
Duel : Paw
Lumos : Turns on light
Nox : Turns light off
(Turning lights on and off may seem like a difficult trick, but Voldemort was the most powerful wizard of all time, so…)