The Usual Chaos

I’m going through the usual end-of-the-week chaos. I still have to finish both my symmetry and merge projects for Imaging, study my flash cards for Western Art, and practice some defensive stances.

The defense class was pretty cool. My class is a bit too small for my liking, but I;m getting a lot of individual attention. Which is good and bad. Good, considering I’m extremely clumsy when it comes to any kind physical movements (why I am not a dancer, lol). Bad, considering I don’t like to be singled out by people I’ve just met. There was plenty of time for me to flub up and for them to coach me. I read all the additional material already, so I should be good to go for Wednesday’s work out. Finding a time to eat dinner in between Printmaking and that class might be a bit fun because I’m cutting it so close. They’re twenty minutes apart and about fifteen minutes of that is commuting time.

As for work, I switched shifts with Riana, another girl who works at the front desk. She use to work in the library but switched. Instead of working 11-4ish, I’ve got the night shift. I don’t mind, tomorrow’s Saturday. I like the change of pace; keeps things interesting…

It’s quiet now-hence the writing. I should go back to my merge project. Basically, I’m taking a photograph of a snake and replacing its scales with pictures of beads. Easier said than done; I was messing with the tools for a while, until I figured it out about 90% of the work is dealing with the lighting and color adjustments. The trick is to make the entire picture completely fluid.

By the way, we finished replicating ducky:

Mine’s on the left but you probably could already tell.

Last tangent: My sister and her boyfriend are coming up to visit on Sunday (I think), so I get to play hostess (Yay!). I thought my friend Katie from high school might come up to celebrate her birthday, but she told me her parents didn’t want her to take the train by herself. I’m not sure if that was a cover or not. Her parents are a bit over protective, but part of me really thinks she was too scared to, poor girl. I can see why she might be nervous going by herself, especially to a place you’ve only been twice. Me: I think commuting to Worcester is scarier than taking a train to Boston, but then again I really hate driving.