I'm aware of the Internet. But I hate it.

I spent 13 hours today and 8 hours yesterday working on my website for a class I deferred last semester.

The web hates me and won't upload said site.

The lab assistant in the Spori also hates me and is being completely unhelpful with this crisis.

I rarely design things that I actually like the next day. The day I design them, I think I'm brilliant. But the next day, I wonder what I was thinking.

So it came as quite a shock to me that I still loved my website today, the day after its conception. This was a small miracle and represents what may be the first glimmer of progress in my design abilities since starting college.

My website is pretty. But nobody can see it. It is stowed on my little flashdrive, wishing it could be online with all the other websites, showing off its lovely html code and flaunting its rollover buttons. Instead, it sits. And it waits. While I go into a mild, computer-lab panic.

I was more successful at making the resume below. I don't know if I'll still like it tomorrow, but today I think it's pretty. As I have never applied for and received a job which required a resume of me, I'm not sure this one is really what employers are looking for. It's 2 pages, for example. And it's colorful. But I don't care. I figure I will probably never have a job in the field of communication anyway. Not that I'm not a shining beacon for the world of journalism or anything, but I just don't think I'm cut out for this work. The fact that I've spent 21 hours in the past 2 days working on 1 failed website speaks loads about this.

Pepperidge Farm is the place for me.