mental time lag

In my mind I’m just warming up to fall term. It’s rounding week three or four and we’re looking on to studying and working late. In reality it’s week seven.

Say what?!

Yeah. Week seven. That’s the cold hard truth. I’ve got visions of France running through my head. Can you imagine living a train ride away from Paris? The Tour Eiffel? Mont Saint Michel? Nice? It’s all I can think about. Living in Europe. Going on vacations to foreign countries. Seeing my best friend. Making new friends. Running amok in Europe.

But there’s this nagging feeling. It’s week seven and I have class. I have a shit-ton of work to do. And apparently I’ve decided that shit-ton is hyphenated. I need to edit photos for my photojournalism class. I need to learn Flash for advertising, and produce all my ideas. And then there’s this little bit of effort that I need to throw towards my documenting war class. I just want to work on my portfolio, that I get the point to, that feels right.

Europe is distracting me. Europe and everything it means. Centuries of culture, amazing food, architecture to die for, new and exciting times, and specific to me, my best friend. It’s so close, and so far. And there’s a million little things to do between now and then. We’ll not even get into my myriad of doctors appointments recently. (Don’t worry too much, if anything major happens I’ll let you all know).

For now, I’m off to make dinner and learn Flash (and make a new entry page for my website), then maybe finish up my buisness card design. No more school for tonight. Just designing goodness. I’ll post if anything cool pops up.