i smell spring

I have been feeling down with the flu and/or bronchitis for a week and am finally feeling springy enough to enjoy the warmer weather.



I needed to make an event poster for class and was lacking inspiration. Luckily, at work, a few co-workers and I have been day dreaming about running away to Chicago opening up shop and all the lovely things you could do if you hit the lottery. A sweet shop was one of the businesses imagined, so I made a hypothetical logo and event poster for the grand opening of this hypothetical store.



C, the owner of this hypothetical business, wanted her store and it's brand to be girly and sweet and as pink as possible. To prepare for this hypothetical shop, she's been bringing in low fat/low calorie desserts and using us as guinea pigs.

I do not mind. I am always hungry.

estoy cansado

I feel so drained. I just got back home from New York the other day. It was my first real visit in 13 months -- going back for funerals doesn't count. Before leaving, I got into a car wreck. Always an experience. Now I am back in Kansas City, driving a rental car, and still trying to readjust to Real Life.

School has been fun -- I've been to half of my classes due to the snow days that seemed to just show up on days class was scheduled. This week's assignment is to design a Web site for the company logo we did for the previous assignment.

I picked Heartland Book Bank, a local non-profit organization that collects donated books in a sort of library that is used by the public.



I have been doodling/"outlining" this assignment when random breaks were available during my trip home.



Doodling stacks of books didn't really help in my "outlining," but my heart got warm and fuzzy thinking about what the organization did, which made me feel even more giddy and my pen just followed the giddiness.



I am enjoying class a lot. I have to try very hard to contain my excitement over the assignments we have.

But, oh, how I yearn for a solid night's sleep!


*Also: I brought back my Bird from New York. Birdwick Jesus Jorge Connors the XL Papillon, to be exact. I am jealous that he doesn't seem to be having as hard of a time getting used to Kansas City as I am, but I keep forgetting that his day includes sleeping, being pet and scratched, eating and pooping. What a life.