Giant Ball of Happiness, Meet Lizz

Right. Most of you who've been in my general vicinity the past month or so will have noticed that I am always talking about one of two things:

1) My thesis

2) My ex

My thesis was, to put it bluntly, hell. I went from a stop motion animated short film to a black-and-white art film to a fully advertised art book slash editorial campaign, and at no point in the entire process did I feel certain about any of it. Everything only started clicking into place about a week ago, and yesterday was the dry-run for the upcoming thesis deliberations. (For the uninitiated, the college of Fine Arts invites industry professionals to act as our panel for thesis delibs, so it's kind of a big deal.)

In any case, yesterday was the pre-delibs. We presented our AD campaigns to a panel of our own professors, and they critiqued, offered suggestions, and (in some cases) told us to totally rewrite/restrategize the campaign. I was in knots and chain-smoking outside the computer room for most of the day, but I happily made it through. :) I was offered a lot of good advice and am going to incorporate as much as I can into my campaign. Changes were minimal, and the panel really liked my art direction on the book. (So, so happy. :D)  Academic life, thank you for ending on a high note. :D

Also of note is that I wrapped the final shoot of my academic career today (just a minor short film for our Japanese 11 finals), and that I feel awesome. Bliss called to remind me that today would've been my anniversary with my ex, and I can honestly say that I don't have any feelings about it. It's like a whole load has been removed from my mind, and I'm just so fricking happy that I could throw a party. Which I should, really, because I feel the need to celebrate with all my favourite people.

For the first time in a long time, I actually feel like myself again. :D

Comments

[Joanna]

Congratulations and admiration oh bright, shiny one. :D
I have to tell you how bizarre it was for me to read the chain-smoking bit. Haha.
It's just that it collided with the last substantial "good girl" memory I have of you. I hope we can do a 15 or so years' worth of catch up before you up and out of this place. Again, really thrilled for you. oh and I smoke too.