There’s a saying that I love in “Romy and Michele’s High School Reunion” that goes a little like this:

“I know you can be overwhelmed, and you can be underwhelmed, but can you just be whelmed?”

That’s my second favorite, after the “If a a guy in a row boat’s going X miles and the current is going, like, some other miles, how long does it take to get to town?  It’s like who cares?  Who wants to go to town with a guy who drives a row boat?”  If that doesn’t sum up how I feel about math, I dunno what does.


But the whelmed thing.  I get overwhelmed really easily with school because it’s an accelerated degree program… and I’m slooooow at working.  On like, anything.  So I get overwhelmed to the point where I don’t really care, and I think that’s what being “whelmed” is.  I mean I do care.  Let me rephrase that.  I accept my fate.

I always try to do my best work, sure, but sometimes that leaves me scuttling around at the last minute trying to finish everything, finalize designs, convert to pdf, upload… despite not having procrastinated.

Okay, at least not having procrastinated MUCH.  Sometimes I get stuck in Pinterest.  Or a cat appears and needs my assistance.  Or The Sims sings its Siren’s song.  Granted I haven’t opened TS1, 2, or 3 in a long time, but Sims 4, yeah, I made some cats!  That was between me turning in my work and my next assignment becoming available though.

babyduelThis kinda stuff happens and honestly it’s more entertaining than learning stuff and thangs.  But until I get paid to play Sims… And some people do and I’m like HOOOWWWW?


I finished my final design for Gross Fruits Incorporated… I mean… Okay I like dried fruit, but yeah.  Now you think I’m done?  NOPE.  Need to make a Spark presentation.  Why are we using Adobe Spark?  Why can’t I use Open Broadcaster, cause it doesn’t give you a time limit per slide!  It doesn’t HAVE slides!


I wanted it to appeal to both adults and children.  The brief said it was for adults to feed their kids, but like, if a package was boring, and I was a kid, I’d chalk it up to “old people food” and not eat it.



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