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kaiserkuchen) wrote2009-04-22 11:30 pm
kaiserkuchen) wrote2009-04-22 11:30 pm
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WERB UE and how I apparently feel the need to always post about this
Today we had another session, and I think I managed to somehow win back a bit of my honor, or at least show the assorted group, who probably doesn't really give a crap anyways, and the Teach, who probably still doesn't know my name yet that I am not wholly incompetent in the face of a graphics program.
...so how's this for simplifying it down a bit?? Since many others also did ads that didn't feature their faces, and instead focused on a service that they could offer, I decided to tap into my great collection of food pictures. Teach's comments on it weren't gushing, but also not negative, so I guess I can count this as an okay job. Apparently he doesn't like the thickness of the lines in the globe that detract from the food, the way the utensils look cheap and disposable and not befitting the glamour that should go with world food tours-- and basically, the whole blockiness of the thing. And here I thought that was the angle that I would be aiming for this time, nice and pop-y, but ahh well!
Other in-class assignments were A) Come up with slogans for the fact that the church might just go into partners with our failing post offices here in Austria and B) Write a short story about meeting either George Clooney (for the ladies) and Angelina Jolie (for the dudes) by chance in our PKW institute. Doing A) was a helluva lotta fun (working with Aisen, woooo that dude is so chill), but B) basically had everyone's initial reactions in the room being along the lines of ".......oh hellllll no 8|". When it came to 'sharing and caring' reading time, the few people that read theirs were totally hilarious though. In the interest of full disclosure, and because I have to type it up and send it to Teach anyways, here my humble offering. I totally also just wrote the damn thing in English too, he didn't exactly specify any language limitations, moo ha ha ha!
It's a Tuesday morning and the sun is shining. Assorted spring-related plants are in full bloom and the very last thing I want to be doing is dragging myself to the Publizistik institute. Operating on autopilot, I enter the library and start cracking on academia, building a fortress of books around me. The place is sparsely populated, some familiar faces here and there, and the random "older students" you sometimes mistake for professors are also present. Like this guy next to me, radiating suaveness as he apparently reads his way through some Italian media journal. He's clearly an unfamiliar face, and I occupy myself with sneakily trying to stare at him some more to try and place him. Quite the silver fox, and hell, if he's some new professor, I better see what I can do to get into whatever course he's teaching.
It's only after he gets up and returns with coffee that realization smacks into me. KACHING! It's George-Fucking-Clooney himself! Warring thoughts are battling for dominance in my brain-- Is this a joke? Are there hidden cameras? Is he doing research for a role? Is he lost? Are Brad Pitt and Matt Damon also here? Should I say anything? I really want to take a picture, but damn it! My camera-phone would be too loud and noticeable. But it seems that I am not as subtle as I would think, as my frantic mental debating has not gone by unnoticed and he's caught me staring at him with a dumbstruck expression. Smooth, self, smooth as silk! Internally still wishing I decided to wash my hair after all this morning, I offer an embarrassed wave and attempt a lopsided smile. "Ahahaha. Umm." That genius utterance gains me a patented Clooney smirk and eyebrow-raise. Vaguely awkward on my side and amused on his, silence ensues. And almost like through a silent consensus, we both turn back to our respective reading, though I doubt that the blank stares I offered my books as I was furiously mentally composing today's blog entry could be counted as work. I was just wrapping up my epic composition that in no way would have started with "OH MY GOD YOU GUYS WILL SO NOT BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED TODAY...!!!" when I notice that I'm alone again in this library row. George Clooney and his books are gone, with only the empty plastic cup of coffee a testament that someone was sitting next to me. A very famous someone who was apparently a bit of a litter bug. Or was it a sign, a little trinket for me? Nevertheless, I pocket it and start wondering. How much could I possibly sell it for on Ebay? There's a market for everything, after all.
-------THE END
......Yeah. I basically couldn't actually bring myself to do some ~meet-cute~ in the stairway, so I opted for awkward staring in the library instead :Db
IN OTHER NEWS: MAN I REALLY NEED SLEEP. AND TO PRACTISE FOR KORRE. GAH.
...so how's this for simplifying it down a bit?? Since many others also did ads that didn't feature their faces, and instead focused on a service that they could offer, I decided to tap into my great collection of food pictures. Teach's comments on it weren't gushing, but also not negative, so I guess I can count this as an okay job. Apparently he doesn't like the thickness of the lines in the globe that detract from the food, the way the utensils look cheap and disposable and not befitting the glamour that should go with world food tours-- and basically, the whole blockiness of the thing. And here I thought that was the angle that I would be aiming for this time, nice and pop-y, but ahh well!Other in-class assignments were A) Come up with slogans for the fact that the church might just go into partners with our failing post offices here in Austria and B) Write a short story about meeting either George Clooney (for the ladies) and Angelina Jolie (for the dudes) by chance in our PKW institute. Doing A) was a helluva lotta fun (working with Aisen, woooo that dude is so chill), but B) basically had everyone's initial reactions in the room being along the lines of ".......oh hellllll no 8|". When it came to 'sharing and caring' reading time, the few people that read theirs were totally hilarious though. In the interest of full disclosure, and because I have to type it up and send it to Teach anyways, here my humble offering. I totally also just wrote the damn thing in English too, he didn't exactly specify any language limitations, moo ha ha ha!
It's a Tuesday morning and the sun is shining. Assorted spring-related plants are in full bloom and the very last thing I want to be doing is dragging myself to the Publizistik institute. Operating on autopilot, I enter the library and start cracking on academia, building a fortress of books around me. The place is sparsely populated, some familiar faces here and there, and the random "older students" you sometimes mistake for professors are also present. Like this guy next to me, radiating suaveness as he apparently reads his way through some Italian media journal. He's clearly an unfamiliar face, and I occupy myself with sneakily trying to stare at him some more to try and place him. Quite the silver fox, and hell, if he's some new professor, I better see what I can do to get into whatever course he's teaching.
It's only after he gets up and returns with coffee that realization smacks into me. KACHING! It's George-Fucking-Clooney himself! Warring thoughts are battling for dominance in my brain-- Is this a joke? Are there hidden cameras? Is he doing research for a role? Is he lost? Are Brad Pitt and Matt Damon also here? Should I say anything? I really want to take a picture, but damn it! My camera-phone would be too loud and noticeable. But it seems that I am not as subtle as I would think, as my frantic mental debating has not gone by unnoticed and he's caught me staring at him with a dumbstruck expression. Smooth, self, smooth as silk! Internally still wishing I decided to wash my hair after all this morning, I offer an embarrassed wave and attempt a lopsided smile. "Ahahaha. Umm." That genius utterance gains me a patented Clooney smirk and eyebrow-raise. Vaguely awkward on my side and amused on his, silence ensues. And almost like through a silent consensus, we both turn back to our respective reading, though I doubt that the blank stares I offered my books as I was furiously mentally composing today's blog entry could be counted as work. I was just wrapping up my epic composition that in no way would have started with "OH MY GOD YOU GUYS WILL SO NOT BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED TODAY...!!!" when I notice that I'm alone again in this library row. George Clooney and his books are gone, with only the empty plastic cup of coffee a testament that someone was sitting next to me. A very famous someone who was apparently a bit of a litter bug. Or was it a sign, a little trinket for me? Nevertheless, I pocket it and start wondering. How much could I possibly sell it for on Ebay? There's a market for everything, after all.
-------THE END
......Yeah. I basically couldn't actually bring myself to do some ~meet-cute~ in the stairway, so I opted for awkward staring in the library instead :Db
IN OTHER NEWS: MAN I REALLY NEED SLEEP. AND TO PRACTISE FOR KORRE. GAH.
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that story is so hilarious!!! XD
and boyy for the prof cock-blocking the awesomeness of your ad. booo~ I hate it when people do that.
oh shi- I'm so tired, I'm going to faint any second.
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AHHH BETTER GIVE YOU A CALL NOW
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B) lol at this assigment idea, i didn't know your uni encourages fanfics. i like yours~, maybe you should start writing fanfic ;)
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Pffffffffffffft the day I become a fic writer is well. I can't really imagine that day. Rather be the type to at least just draw shit dazu other people's things lol
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I'M SURE HE SECRETLY LIKES PINK BUT ISN'T MAN ENOUGH TO ADMIT IT!!!
you could first draw pictures and then like write drabbles to it in order to show the story behind the picture.
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Also, that self-advertisement looks good! It really suits you and your collection of 9234857658549674986579534875948769465 pictures of scrumptious looking food which we lowly mortals will never get to eat.
:D
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Thank youuuuu :DD Speaking of fooood, I will probably be uploading some new pics on FB soon :DD
ALSO DUDE HOW ARE YOU DOING, HOW WAS THE UN MEETING THING??