Why do I always start ambitious projects.

         
        Dear readers, 
I apologize for my lack of posts recently, I was in the middle of midterm exams. Finally I am through with them. I still have one to present tomorrow and one that I can actually share.


         It was a project for my intro to mass communication class. I had to pay attention for 48 hours of how much I use technology and the web then shut it all off for another 48 hours. We could blog about those 4 days or make a video, make a magazine, collages, etc. The possibilities are vast. But of course I chose something pretty challenging. I taught myself the basics of the program imovie and made a short animated video. The result isn't as good as I was imagining it to be. Oh well, it was quite perplex but fun to make. Enjoy!

I love apps for Iphone and Itouch.

BRRRR. Just downloaded a thermometer application for my Itouch and it indicated 43°F in my room. It's fall and almost winter, I don't think my roommate knows the difference and she left the window open all night. Great start of the day!

Acadia National Park!

          Those pictures were taken probably end of August when I went to my boyfriend's camp up in Bangor. We went hiking in Acadia National Park. He finally posted the pictures his aunt took. Great memories of a beautiful day!

Before the hike. On the beach.

At mid-height.

At the top. We look like champs.

The Cat Ate My Tongue.

         Clueless about one specific midterm and done with homework at 11:30 p.m. I found myself in need to write about my fellow college teachers.
       
         The best thing about my Wednesday mornings is that I start with a very entertaining class. Actually not just the class but the teacher. She is not only very opinionated or full of informations about what is going on around the world or extremely genuine; she is one of the most energetic people I have ever met, absolutely all over the place. No wonder she teaches Media Communication.

         I don't have much to say when it comes to my Art History teacher. She kind of looks like a friend I know and it's scary. My Digital Imaging teacher has studied in France. Her style of clothing is very similar  to my 7th grade art teacher who used to wear only red and black because it made her look tough. Thankfully she is nothing like her. The last college teacher in the field of art is my Printmaking instructor. She is an amazing artists and very inspiring. My assumption is that she is a survivor of breast cancer. I am not sure but I know she has had a fatal moment in her life which makes her look even more admirable.

         Certainly I have left out the Math teacher. Just because it is math and as long as I have a B in that class, I am utterly satisfied.

         College work is actually easier than everyone made it sound like. It's about individual work and motivation. As long as the work is turned in and polished, the teacher has no reason not to take your efforts in consideration. They are not dupe I suppose. Here's a brief exemple: I received an A on a five page long paper that I worked on for a week and a B on a paper I worked on the night before. But at least I am not one of those who black out from drinking too much and slacking because of the time wasted recovering from endless hangovers. Conclusion, in that field I'm feeling like a salmon in river falls.

Harvest Moon Homecoming! (Brett's Homecoming)

Sorry about the photographer's watermarks.

WANT.

Bubble Umbrella by Target

 

Transparent Raincoat (Sold Out)

Transparent Rainboots (Can't find them anywhere)

I am tremendously tempted.

       Two of my friends are students at Boston University. I really want to go up on a boring week-end and spend some quality time with them. Boston is an amazing city. I wish I could go to college there!

Once upon a time in Antarctica. I mean Maine.

          Look at what our adorable RA's, Resident Assistant, tapped on every dorm doors. I saw Candy Corn on sale and 2 extra long aisle of candies at Hannaford Supermarket. We all know Halloween is coming up and I cannot wait!

          P.S: "Amanda" is my roommate's name.

          Warning: The following contains amateur videos of white girls trying to perform two professional and contemporary dances, "The Bernie" and "The Dougie". Please do not try this under any circumstances if scared of being taking for a total imbecile.

          It all started when my friend Stacy was challenged by one of her friend back home to a street dance competition. The theme of the competition was "The Dougie". She needed to practice it in order to win but did not want to make a fool of herself dancing all alone. So for the hell of it I joined in. And those videos are the evidence of our performances.

          Moves like Bernie, the real dance:

           Moves like Bernie, the experimental dance:

          How to Dougie, the real thing:

          How to Dougie, my own crazy style: 

          Well, I'm guessing we have a long way to go.

         

College students do work!

This morning I received a encouraging email about my blog. Except one important question they had was: "You talk about what you do with your friends, but is there time to squeeze in homework?". The answer is unfortunately yes and not just some work. but a S*?! load, excuse my language I meant a huge load of it. 

                    Today won't be as exciting as the other days. Because it is Sunday and everyone's going to be doing the work they put off since Friday night. Here's an example of what a math lab looks like online. Each section has more than 20 questions and have a introduction of at least 10 questions. I have to do 3 sections and intro today. And this is only for math. Let's not talk about the rest.

P.s: The fish went crazy when I woke up. It's going to be a healthy fellow! Still don't have a name. But I want it to be a male.

Uh oh. New unsuspected roomate!

Brett, my boyfriend of one year and half, came up to Portland for the day. And here's what he brought with him as a surprise. *gasp*. The tank is much bigger than it looks. But now I'm going to have to include this fish in my monthly college budget.

              First of all am I ready to take care of such a frail animal? I'm totally up for the challenge, but for a surprise this was a completely unsuspected one. Also I have to deal with my mother who is absolutely against fish pets. If I keep it healthy and happy I am sure she'll get used to the idea. Plus the fish will be much happier in a tank by himself than sharing one with 20 others at Pet co.

               When Brett and I installed his new habitat and put clean water in its tank, the fish wasn't very active and stayed mostly at the bottom. It worried us a lot because Klaus; Brett's fish that he kidnapped from a table we were sitting at on the night of my prom. Is a great athlete and can swim around the tank 2 times in one second. So after a moment of reflection we decided to "Google it": for what reasons a fish stays at the bottom of its tank? Answer: 

                              A. The water temperature. It has to be around 60.

                              B. It can slowly be adapting to its new environment.

                              C. It might be constipated (?!).

We chose to go with the answer B and leave the dorm to grab lunch then check on the fish later. Today's weather was perfect with a little breeze on the coast. We ate lunch outside on the beach and went on a "road trip" to find a Starbucks because the Cafe at my campus center was closed. On a Saturday, seriously? It took us probably half an hour to find one. Downtown Portland was crowded and it was impossible to park anywhere. So I punched in another Starbucks address on the G.P.S. and after 2.0 miles it took us to a small airport. We were a little bit lost and confused. Third times a charm, and truthfully the third address we tried led us to one outside of the mall. What a day and this isn't it.

             Back on campus, we went directly to my dorm and take care of the fish. It was still at the bottom but was pretty excited to see me or that is what I wanted to believe. Brett was so worried he decided to change the water all over again before he had to leave. 

             After fifteen minutes alone with my lovely goldfish, it started to swim funny and I saw a brown and very long thing stuck under its belly. I almost cried laughing. It was answer C.

         

             

             

"Did someone break your heart Adele?"

Completely in love with Adele. This song is on repeat and has been played on my Itunes 456 times. Crazy I know.

College: Two weeks later. Why not blog about it?

 My Intro to mass communication teacher told us blogging and making ourselves known on Google's search bar could get us far and was a good way to start creating our  "WEB Platform ". Plus college is a pretty interesting subject to talk about. Why not blog about it?


                 The weather has been terribly muggy on the coast for the past 3 days. So instead of walking through campus and along the shore, Shane, a close friend and I decided to crash in my room to do some homework. This all sound as if we are the most idealistic students. But not at all. Shane had to "clean my desk" by pushing and making the biggest pile of clothes and books on the floor. I had to fight sleep every time my Itunes would shuffle to a sad song while my room mate was dying her hair for the third time. Then at random and unsuspected times Shane would throw me a rubber pig at my head. The plastic and rounded shape pig in question was a amazing gift, we named it "Hamlet", get it? Anyways, Shane finished his homework 15 minutes before his class and before he realized it wasn't due before next Thursday.

                  After a scary episode of myself almost passing out after a 3 hour long evening class, Julie, Shane and I burst into my suite mates room to "watch" Jersey Shore. Definition of suite mates: Each dorm in the New Residence Hall, brand new dorms, have two rooms sharing a bathroom. Dorms are smaller than a living room, imagine it filled with 6 people. But it's always a good time, laughing until my belly hurt and eating fresh salad and spring rolls from Hannaford. Great ending of the day.