get stuff done

Thats what I need to do, actually get everything done. I feel like I won't have time to in the next month but I have to. Okay I think that is it.

What else to do on the train besides blog?

One thing that came out of my practicum today was that I think I have another product idea. I liked the sweater idea, and nothing at all against mrs.halls sister but I think this might be a little better for me considering my schedule for the next month. So, I'm either going to do "The Evolution of a T-shirt" or just taking simple tops and making them my own, and maybe selling them if people like then. But basically, the t shirt idea is that I take like five of the same exact tshirt and make it interesting in five different ways. One with spikes on it, one with an added zipper, one with a sheer back, maybe one with some kind of cool trim...I haven't decided. Or I might just take any kind of simple top and add things to it to make them look awesome. We went into a ton of fabric stores and stores that just sell buttons, studs, trims, and any other thing you might add to any price of clothing. Those stores made me want to start right now. But I'm on the train so I can't just whip out a sewing machine and some trims...and I don't know how to sew...or do any of this stuff actually, so that will be a learning stretch. I've never tried to transform and kind of clothing. I'm really really excited to do this though.

My mentor is better than your mentor

I finally started the practicum portion of my senior project. I spent the day in New York City with my mentor Alyssa. It was honestly a lot of fun, we checked out the exhibit on textile history at the Fashion Institute of Technology, she shared all of her experiences with different companies with me, and of course we went shopping! But that's okay because my project is on fashion. Plus, in each store we tried to think of an idea for a product. Then we went to the fashion district o look at fabrics, trimmings, and lots of studs to add to some clothing.

The Best Time To Wear A Striped Sweater......

is all the time...one with a collar, turtle neck. That's the kind.

Spongebob reference.

But really, Mrs.Hall said that her sister makes clothing and that I can go over there and make a sweater to get started with my clothing line. I dig it. I wear sweaters all the time. If this works out, I won;t have to screen print for my "clothing line" which is looking like less and less of a possibility as every day goes by. It sounded so cool to have my own clothing line but, it just probably won't happen. Not that I can't do it or anythings, it just isn't very realistic anymore. I gotta brainstorm. Is it bad that it is mid November and I'm second guessing/brainstorming product ideas? Probably.

5 hours

I have hours scheduled with my mentor! YAYYYYYYY! In all reality I'm going to NYC on Saturday, at this point not knowing if I'll be meeting with her for 5 hours or 5 minutes. And honestly, I'm happy either way since I need to get things for Leaderships the next day, and it will be way cheaper in New York. Plus, I know that at some point those hours will be done and that is all I care about. But I am really excited to finally get started on these hours and to finally meet her and learn more about it. It should be really fun.

CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC

I GOT A C. That's it. Mrs.Hall said I should be happy with it. But, I'm just not. I mean, given the situtatioin that I didn't have the same opportunity to work on it and edit it as everyone else I guess it's okay. It's a 78% which is close to an 80% which is basically a B, right? Either way, I'm just happy it's over and that I never hacve to worry about that paper again. So, I can't even really compalin, my paper wasn't plagerised, it was on time, I completed the hardest task known to mankind. It's a littel unorganized but I can just use this paper as an example of what not to do for the rest of my life. Well, I guess not this specific paper, I definitely won't carry around my senior project paper when I'm like 40 and have to write, if I ever to, just to look back and be like "oh, I can't do this, that worked, wow that was awful, what was I thinking when I was 17?" So I take that back.

I lived.

After all the blood sweat and tears I've put into this paper...I am finaly done. Well, maybe there was no blood...and not that much sweat...but a whole lot of tears. I don't even know what it says, but it is done. A huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Now, I have to start thinking about my product. Anyone know how to start a clothing line? Or maybe how to sew? And some kind of contact with my mentor would be great. I'm assuming she has absolutely no power still after Sandy attacked. Thats okay though because I don't think I'll even have time to do any hours until at least after thanksgiving. It will happen though.

twizzlers

I will never eat twizzlers again.. After my computer crashed half way through my paper, I aggrssively ate 30 twizzlers and listened to Kelly Clarkson "Because of You" on repeat. I dont even like that song. And now I'm gonna throw up. Bye.

worst mood ever.

I strongly believe that the sole purpose of Senior Project is to make you cry. Considering I was given two days to edit my paper while everybody else was given at least six doesn't make me happy and really doesn't make much sense. And at this point I basically have to re-write my entire paper. But I'll just pretend that the entire reason behind that is from my own procrastination... The fact that my phone broke does not help either. The stress I've felt all day over this paper caused a lot of problems. One of them being me yelling at the guy at the Verizon store, even though it really is not his fault that I have to buy a new phone, but its not my fault either. Which brings me to a side note. I will never ever let anybody at all ever touch my phone again. Ever. This is the third time my phone broke from other people dropping it. And I'm still the one spending $170 to get a new phone..I guess its a good thing because I lost all contact to other human beings. On that note, I'm about to make myself look as socially unacceptable as possible so I can dedicate the next twelve hours to coffee and Microsoft Word.