An abundance of finals.

(via Rosie Hardy)

So, it has been well over a month since I've updated you, oh blog. We missed mid-November, and Thanksgiving (which was just wonderful) and are now skirting the horrible abyss that is finals.

Finals. Oh, finals. I could probably write several books about the craziness that is finals week in college. Which is really funny considering I can barely write a one page summary of a target audience profile. Also, notice that I can definitely spit out a quite lengthy blog post, but I can barely write a 2 sentence description of a guerilla advertising tactic. This is how it goes. At the final moments, the time that can really make or break our GPAs for the semester, our focus is at an all time low. I could search facebook for hours, clean my entire apartment, Stumble and Tumble until my eyes melt, and find anything, utterly anything, on television more interesting than the actual schoolwork I have to do.

That darling picture up there, via Rosie Hardy herself, is the perfect description of little ole me during final times. In my major (that's Advertising for you newbies out there), the majority of my finals work are epic group projects (that, of course, my groupmates and I should have been working on all semester but have somehow managed to put off until a week before the due date). With any and all group projects, the place to meet and work at the University of Georgia is the Student Learning Center (ignore all the faculty and freshman who call it the Miller Learning Center, that is a lie from the pit of president Adams himself).

This building has become my home for the last few days. Someone up top made the horrible decision to keep this building at about 40 degrees Fahrenheit at all times. Hence the snow. I've logged in countless hours in this ice cave working with my groups on photoshop and indesign and pdf files. I feel like I have been clutching on to the computers as if they were life preservers. Or personal body warmers. And as beautiful as those giant macs in the digital media wing are, when I've been staring at that screen for 8 hours straight I want nothing more than to rip out my eyeballs and stick them inside those horrid little jump drives.

So here I leave you, dear blog, to continue to be glued to my laptop in the freezer box that is the SLC, with nothing to comfort me but nightmares of layers, and boxes, and Kinko's possibly burning down the night before my project is due. Until the end, good luck to all of you who are also facing this cataclysmic epoch that is finals week.