Ok, we've all known for ages that MTV is a major failboat that sinks farther below the water every passing Tuesday. But, really, I was so hyped for the first scene and the interviews, and they totally blew it. I felt so bad for poor Stephenie Meyer who was basically put on display like a zoo animal to introduce the clip... ugh, she looked so uncomfortable. And it's sad, but I think the blaring pink logo pasted over half the screen pissed me off the most. The graphic designer in me was cringing in a corner, crying. Thank heavens for whoever converted it to HD mp4.



I do want to say this, though: the movie is still going to kick ass. That's not just the fangirl speaking. Give it a chance, kids.

As for my actual life, things are starting to pick up. Being done with school is glorious. Finals were brutal hell this quarter, and it's unsettling to know that they will only get worse as each year progresses. We're not freshman anymore (and now we're not sophomores anymore either--scary!), and there's no more playing around. It's serious now, "the real deal." We actually have to conquer hurdles like portfolios and internships and the ultimate resume. I can't lie, though--I'm so excited for my internship next summer (assuming I get it (which I totally will)). I can't wait to get my hands on actual work, to really jump in and decide whether it's the spot for me or not. It's good planning on my part in that if I don't enjoy it, I've still got another internship opportunity to find what I do like. But I can't imagine myself not enjoying it. I mean, publishing, guh, my brain goes all jumpy just fantasizing about it.

Friday night was the SCAD Alumni concert, which allowed us to see Natasha Bedingfield for free at Forsyth. Most SCAD kids were pissed--Natasha isn't really that big of a name, and even smaller at an art school where everything has to be indie or "cutting edge" (whatever that means; I don't even try to keep up) to be worthy of their ears, but I don't know, Lil and I were pretty psyched. It was nice just being at the park--we haven't had anytime to do that lately--hanging out with Kathleen on a blanket, people watching. And then afterwards Malia picked us up at the end of the park so we could all go see Sex and the City because I really wanted to go and Malia really wanted to go and it was a nice end-of-classes girls night out.

Work has been, well, work. Dealing with all the crazy 12-year-old fangirls at Barnes who came in to get the special edition of Eclipse yesterday night was hilarious. It makes me really want to work the midnight release of Breaking Dawn, but if things work out, I'll be packing for a trip to Maine with Shans instead (because birthdays this year are made of win). Outside of that, the only excitement is the crazy man who came and threatened us for money. Lillian (just before her drive home for the summer) filed a police report and we're getting our security system turned on because of it, what a mess. All I can think is, gee, what a great way to start my first day of living all by myself. Oh, City of Savannah, only you.