My client and I were hanging out in the dollar store parking lot as she smoked a cigarette, and I watched from the driver seat.

A woman,her ragged car parked across from mine, struggled to change a flat tire. Her male friend looked on and they tinkered with different rusty tools and jacks and wheels with little success.

The woman turned to my client and asked her a question that my client deflected to me.

“Do you have 14 inch tires? My friend has 16 inch tires and I was going to use his but they’re not the same…”

“I couldn’t tell you,” I said. “I really dont’t know.”

She continued to stare at me, sweaty skin, ragged black hair. She looked tethered. “You got a donut spare I could use?”

My first thought was trying to explain to my dad that I’d given away my spare tire to a shady woman in the dollar store parking lot.

“I can’t do that, no. Sorry.”

When we returned home, I told the story to another client and her staff. We all laughed at the thought of it, and my client joked, “what if I let her have one of the wheels off your car?”

“You’d have to walk home,” I told her, “we’d have to walk home.”

The entire night I’ve had the vision of a car with only three wheels. It would still stand and wouldn’t look entirely ruined, but it would be hard to drive.

My boyfriend and I separated last night, after a lengthy bout with long distance and life. Today has been a daze — and I feel like a car with only three wheels.

A few weeks ago, I spoke with a professor who told me, in a time when I was in extreme doubt, something that has been keeping me going. She said, “when you’re at the point of frustration with something, and you want to give up, don’t; that moment means you’re close to finding the answer to your problem.”

So I’ve reached that point — wanting to give up. And I’m not frustrated because I don’t want to do this anymore, but because I’ve been so close to the answers for so long and I cannot by any stretch obtain them at this time.

TODAY MARKED MY FIRST LONG WALK since winter. It was over 70 degrees and I needed a breather after an anxious day of last-minute things. 
School. Almost. Done. For. Now.

oreos. stat.

It just occurred to me that I haven’t had an Oreo in two days.

So what. So what?! How did I go so long without realizing that I hadn’t indulged in one of my favorite things? How have I slept at night? How did my chocolately friends not crawl out of their box in the cupboard and drag themselves to me at 2 am as I pathetically watched Gary Busey scatter pepperonis throughout the streets of New York City before Donald Trump decided to kick David Cassidy off of Celeb Apprentice? Where was my mind?

Maybe I haven’t needed them, because I feel calm and collected. The Oreo remedy, practiced by the stressed and the hungry, the bored, the young and old, cookie crumb collectors and connoisseurs alike — eaten and enjoyed, no one dislikes an Oreo. They’re God’s gift to every kind, their greatness paralleled only by Oprah, the Slap-Chop, and toilet paper…and perhaps, Gary Busey, tossing pepperonis along sidewalks and crosswalks in proclamation, “I’m the pepperoni prophet!”

So now I’m sitting here with a sleeve of Oreos, a jar of peanut butter and a gallon of milk. I have some catching up to do.

dogs. lasers. snows. shoppings. schoolstuffs.

Life in short:
01. Lasers 
I went to NDSU to use their laser cutter on my portfolio cover, and now I want to laser cut my entire life.
02. Small World Occurrences 
I ran into an older couple in a WalMart parking lot (random) who, I’m pretty certain, own my parents’ dog Olive’s brother, Charlie (they’re both from a Jamestown breeder). (Whew.) I have Sheltie radar so I spotted Charlie from a distance. He was shy and wanted to hide behind his ma’s leg as I tried to snap his picture! 
03. Snow 
I walked out from school really late one night (or really early in the morning) to find this coating my car. Do we ever get a break?
04. Mini-Road Trippin’ 
Heidi and I decided on a whim to take a day trip to Albertville, MN to check out the outlet mall. We’re both pretty burnt out on school (I am more so, and Heidi is graduating in two weeks so I don’t feel bad for her!) so a mini vaca was in order. We perused Albertville for a bit and found a few little things, had dinner at Noodles & Company, and drove home. A perfect little getaway.
05. Tutorials, Schmutorials
For one of my classes I’m required to do four hours of Adobe After Effects training online. YAWN. Just to spite me, the tutorial’s working file was an “Explore California” animation. I wish I could!

06. Oooo! Shiny!
My portfolio case I ordered arrived in the mail today. It’s a shiny white aluminum case and it’s so sleek and snazzy, I kind of want to sleep with it tonight…or just have it impress my future interviewers.

That’s pretty much the “excitement.” The coolest thing about this week (and next) is that I don’t have a single “final” — the beauty of being a design major. The most uncool thing about this week is I have to turn in my design portfolio at the end of it (which is the equivalent of five finals. Come to think of it, maybe I’m not winning in the “finals” game?

xx
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