





After spending the most of the day outside for Saint Patrick’s day, I can officially say I experienced the celebration in Savannah. I even have an awesome souvenir from it! Sunburn! At least it’s not too bad this time....

I headed downtown with my roommate and we were able to catch half of the parade, which we were hopping to miss. It was interesting. there was a large military presence, not surprising as there is an Army base in Savannah. It took a minute to figure out why all of the servicemen had multiple lipstick prints on their cheeks. When the parade paused women would run out to kiss the servicemen! I’d never seen that anywhere before. But had I known, I would have joined in!
After enjoying the great outdoors for the day I evaluated my situation for sewing. I have a lot of fabric I’ve accumulated over the past year and half that I need to make into something. I don’t think this is even all of it! I probably have a few more yards back in my home state.

Since I have the next few days free I’m thinking of putting a large dent into this pile of fabric. Unfortunately I have a few patterns in mind for some of these fabrics and they are back in Ohio. Over the next few days I should be turning out a few articles of clothing and possibly a few crocheted items.

I have been sitting at my computer all weekend working on two different papers and a presentation. I’m surprised my eyes haven’t melted out of my head. It’s not like I sat idle for two days because I wanted to or procrastinated these 10 and 12 page papers all quarter. Oh no. It’s finals week.
Last week on top of my 3 classes and expected reading in my one class, I had a final on Wednesday and then a presentation on Friday. Not to mention Friday I had my class four 4 hours. Yes 4 hours, you read it right. I normally don’t have classes on Friday, but the prof was sick one day, then moved our last clas
s that would have been Monday to Friday. Since no one at SCAD every has Friday classes it’s the opportune day to have a make up class... Yeah right. I’d rather be sleeping.
So, it’s not like I could have worked on my other papers if I wanted to. Nor did I have any choice in getting out of this long class. I chose to present on the last possible day, knowing that if I would have went on Monday someone would have died. Most likely an intimate object, but still, it wouldn’t have been pleasant.
My one paper is on the Becket Miracle windows in Canterbury Cathedral. Fun stuff. And it’s also what my presentation is on. I think after class tomorrow (which will be 5 hours because we’ll be watching a movie with the undergrad section) I will be set to go on churches for a very long time.
My other paper is on Tube stations in London. I’m on England overload.
The other paper and presentation was on Girl Scout and Boy Scout camp architecture. That was most challenging paper of the quarter to do. And I figured out how I should have laid my paper out Thursday night at about 11:30. I could have started sobbing right there. It’s not like I could have simply rearranged my paper and handed the bitch in. Oh no. I handed my paper in three days day before, not thinking that I should milk the deadline for all it was worth. I wanted my paper over and done with. Ugh, I should have held out until the last moment. Or told my teacher that my evil twin turned in my paper when it still needed more work. I don’t think my teacher would have bought that though... I really tried to nail down the organization of that paper too!

Lesson learned: do power point presentation AFTER the paper is FINISHED. It forces me to actually analyze my organization and make it work properly.
That’s pretty much been my quarter in a nutshell. England’s transportation system and an old church and camping. Yeah... Such an exciting quarter. Today at 1pm my spring break started. I have my sewing machine set up, my music on, and am attempting to find ways to use up the scrap fabric I have. For the next week an a half I'll be sewing!
Last weekend I had a language exam, for if you get a degree in Architectural History you must be able to read a language, besides English. It was my second time translating an article from German to English, an hour and half is not enough time for me to get through anything substantial. But I think it went better than my first try, highly doubt I passed.
I rode my bike to this test and while I was almost to the building something happened with my chain resulting in me peddling and going nowhere. That was a bit of an inconvenience, but I figured I’d just realign things when I was done with my test and it would be dandy. Half way through the lovely exam it started raining. If that wasn’t a sign of impending doom I don’t know what else could be. Perhaps the assignment I then got back and was informed I had to redo.
Paper packed away and ignoring the drizzle I started to look at my bike. Or rather I unlocked it. Metal hit the ground. Really not a good sign. I looked down to find this on the ground:
And this is where it went. See where the chain lies? That's where the broken metal piece is supposed to go. Without that the other gears shift back and form making it unstable and unable to be useful.
That is somewhat important in order for me to get anywhere. I attempted to see if I could change the chain to a different gear on the cassette (the back part of the gear-thingy by the tire), no such luck. Which meant I had to walk my bike home. Two miles. In the rain. With a jacket that had no hood and I was without an umbrella. Needless to say I looked like a drowned rat when I got back to my apartment.
Good news though, after spending all weekend attempting to figure out how to fix my bike I found the original receipt for it. By some small miracle I was within the 90 day return policy and didn’t have class Monday morning. So what did I do? Returned the bike, with broken part and bought a new one so I didn’t have to beg for a ride home from my evening class.
I think that was enough excitement to last for the rest of the quarter. And enough bike drama to last me until I graduate and no longer need to use a bike.
Yet again, I have not fallen off the face of the Earth. Still here... Kinda... sorta... yeah...
I started graduate school for Architectural History in September and we’re in quarters down here in this lovely southern school. Meaning that I have 5 more days of classes scattered over this week and next. Okay, 5 1/2 counting today, I’m certainty not. With these last two weeks I’ve been swamped with school work. I had a half hour presentation on Monday, a much shorter one today, another short one coming up on Tuesday, a 15 page killer research paper, a final in one of my classes on Monday, and an all out evil project for another class.
I’ve been slaving over my 15 page paper. I haven’t done a research paper in oh, hm... 4 years. Not since sophomore year of college and that was on Harry Potter! In my defense, it was a Harry Potter class... Needless to say, I’m rusty. And to top off the cake, I’m doing in in Chicago formatting, with footnotes. I’ve never done either. I’ve done MLA and dappled with APA, but I had never touched Chicago formatting before, ever. This paper is just a wee bit daunting, and it’s due on a week from today. My lovely paper is on Egyptian funerary architecture, particularly the evolution of the pyramids. And on a good note I have 9.5 pages; only 4.5 to go.
Why am I not working on it now? Well, I had been but I’m actually at school and don’t have some of my notes with me or books. The books are heavy and I walk to class (a 2 mile, 40 minute walk). I’m a bit disgruntled I forgot my notes, but I was working on it before. I just keep getting bored and distracted since I have the internet and a lack of material to draw from.
In my defense, I have 2.5 more pages since I’ve been typing today. HA! That’s a lot more productive than I’ve been in the past week I’ve been working on it. Seriously, I spit out 2 pages in half an hour. It took me an 8 hour day to write the first 5 pages. Part of the progression is due to the presentation I gave on Monday. It was on my topic, and insanely helpful, even if I nearly hurled at the end. Apparently my stomach decided that it was a good idea for me to stop or else it would revolt all over the computer I was standing behind.
That’s what I’ve been doing since I posted last. I spent some time yesterday sewing, started a new quilt from scraps, that won’t be done for a good long time unless I miraculously finish this paper and get it proofed and perfect within the next 24 hours (hahahaha... not happening). I should get back to trying to add material to my paper. It’s going to be a birch to proofread, oh well, there is alcohol at the end of the tunnel...