365 Days of Narcissism = DONE!

Some people have asked me what had become of my Project 365. Well, I completed it! I deactivated my Facebook account in November, and Facebook was where I housed my gallery. I never forgot to take a picture every day though (or, at least, have someone take a picture of me), and every day of 2010 is accounted for in my personal gallery.

Fil (who also took on the project) asked me what my Day 365 picture was. You see, last year, we talked about how cool it would be to print out the pictures from Day 1 to Day 364, post them on a blank wall, stand in front of this year-long mosaic of pictures, and snap away! Voila, Day 365 photo!

Alas, my Day 365 picture was as basic as it gets:

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Day 325
We decorated our Christmas tree while listening to Christmas carols from an audio CD purchased twenty years ago.

Day 325

We decorated our Christmas tree while listening to Christmas carols from an audio CD purchased twenty years ago.

Day 314
Held my first two classes today. I’m chicken tired and I blame it on the photocopy center, which never fails to botch up the simplest of tasks. I didn’t want to wait any longer for a reprint (it WAS my second trip already as they messed something up earlier) so I just decided to take matters into my own hands — literally. I detached the stapled copies and printed the missing details on each cover page. Then I restapled the pages; these were copies for a lecture class.
If my life were a movie, it would be called Details.
In yesterday’s news, I found myself hurriedly printing out my course materials only to glance at my schedule and realize that my class was not until the following day! Proof enough that I was not yet in the right state of mind to take on the madness of the second semester. Can’t blame myself though as there was virtually no break between the first semester and this one. The truth is, I haven’t fully detoxed yet. (But who has?)
Something tells me this is just the beginning of more exciting things to come.

Day 314

Held my first two classes today. I’m chicken tired and I blame it on the photocopy center, which never fails to botch up the simplest of tasks. I didn’t want to wait any longer for a reprint (it WAS my second trip already as they messed something up earlier) so I just decided to take matters into my own hands — literally. I detached the stapled copies and printed the missing details on each cover page. Then I restapled the pages; these were copies for a lecture class.

If my life were a movie, it would be called Details.

In yesterday’s news, I found myself hurriedly printing out my course materials only to glance at my schedule and realize that my class was not until the following day! Proof enough that I was not yet in the right state of mind to take on the madness of the second semester. Can’t blame myself though as there was virtually no break between the first semester and this one. The truth is, I haven’t fully detoxed yet. (But who has?)

Something tells me this is just the beginning of more exciting things to come.

Day 305
How do you like my new shirt (which is a half size too big)? I bought it from the supermarket because the shirt I had on got drenched, thanks to today’s torrential downpour.

Day 305

How do you like my new shirt (which is a half size too big)? I bought it from the supermarket because the shirt I had on got drenched, thanks to today’s torrential downpour.

Day 292
The bad news was broken two days ago but I was uptohere in work and papers to grade, barely getting any sleep, so it was pushed to the back of my head. Now that I’m 90% less busy (mainly because I’ve completed four grade sheets and will complete two more by tomorrow), this thought is slowly resurfacing, revealing to me that hope does not spring eternal.

Day 292

The bad news was broken two days ago but I was uptohere in work and papers to grade, barely getting any sleep, so it was pushed to the back of my head. Now that I’m 90% less busy (mainly because I’ve completed four grade sheets and will complete two more by tomorrow), this thought is slowly resurfacing, revealing to me that hope does not spring eternal.