Over-extended Adventures and Thrills of my senior finals week

More like 'overdue' than 'over-extended', for I still have not completed my seminar paper. Everything is done, crits, degree projects, electives, etc. I can smell the graduation and summer waiting for me to enjoy. The only hindrance is this 10-page terror. I cannot believe I'm stumbled in this situation, again, like every year, but especially this year, supposedly the 'grand finale' of my educational 'career'. huh, irony.

I agree with guy debord's theory that we are, or at least I am, living in a "society of extra". "A historical moment when merchandise achieved "the total occupation of social life [...] the individual has shifted from a passive and purely repetitive status to the minimum activity dictated to him by market forces."

I can't make up my mind, the world I live in has been making it up for me for the past 24 years.

Adventures and Thrills of my senior finals week (2)

Another sleepless night of rushing toward finals. Another studio visit with another visiting critic (Mr. White). The visit feels like him giving me pep talk, but I do like different critics use different vocab to describe my works. I earned myself nothing but 9 hours of sleep afterward.

Adventures and Thrills of my senior finals week

I told my roommate that this week will probably my last "so-called busiest" week in my education 'career'.

A Visiting critic visited my studio today. I could not control my body from panic attack, even though there is no reason to be panic. I let my timidity get the best of me, again. She was very nice. She brought up honest opinion and she seemed to be quite understanding.

"Ever thought of making paintings again? It might to good to paint again?"

Yes, I am very nostalgic toward painting, ok I will start to paint again over the summer.

You've been schooled, fool!

4:58am, after 24 years and most of tonight's all-nighter, it has come to my realization that:

I have been institutionalized for most of my life.

and this very institutional part of my life is kicking me out of its realm in, like, a week or two.

I hate you, and now I don't know what to do without you.

The Advent of another Blog

It is Saturday morning 5:17am. My sleep schedule is completely disrupted. I am in the midst of concluding my degree project's thesis statement; and on top of that three other essays to be completed. I desperately need to find opportunity to laser cut my plexiglas for my final works. I need to print my pixelated posters series and complete my foam project. I need to sign up for a summer web design class, which is filling up quickly. I need to clean up my studio for upcoming guest critics studio visit. I need to brush my tooth for I have not done so since yesterday morning.

But God bless my soul I will begin this blog today.