I need someone's blog to read.
Is today everyone's depression day? Almost everyone I'm talking to is in a serious bad mood.

Plastic smile throughout class. Class consists of another girl, and 2 boys. As you can tell from my chipper mood none had any impact whatsoever. I guess because it was first day they were quiet - or maybe just lame. I already don't like them.

Guy 1 looks like he has an attitude. Was late. Looks unspiffy. Cell keeps ringing in class. Getta frigging vibrator battery.
Guy 2 seems rather clueless and out of it everythingwise. Was very late.
Girl is quiet and unobstrusive. No opinion on her - she can pass I suppose.

We have assigned computers. I got a nice old ratty 120mhz IBM that takes about 2 minutes to load up Illustrator (8!) and apparently does not load Photoshop (5.5!!)
The secretary spelt my name wrong. You know how much I hate that. It's cool and all that we actually have our own work folders (without password protection mind you), but spell my fucking name right. It's on the form for godsakes. I hope to clear that up before a certificate is printed.

Being slightly familiar with Illustrator before, I imagined I'd be a little ahead, but I not that much. I managed to pick up a good deal, so it's not a complete waste of time and I'm open to it and feel a bit more confident already. I'm gonna play - but I have so much other work to do. Dammit. The only thing I have going is a 1/8 ok piece of work from class. My tutor was duly impressed by shortcuts I used. (Go me!) The secretary who was helping out, sat there sorta glaring at me because either I looked better than her, or she thought me geeky at first and then when I could show I know my shit she was slightly taken aback. Hah! Of course I have a computer...of course I have the programs...yes and I know how to save files...omg I have a working knowledge of Photoshop. *gasp*
She doesn't know what blank cds you need to buy (yes a normal data blank cd) "jus ah cd that does burn" wooow.

Trace is being snotty and evil again

Minions. Peasants. Pshaw.
Hehehehe.