Just popping in while waiting for my room check for a quick hello. It's my last morning in Reims this year, and this city would like me to remember it for what it is - hence the downpour. Ah, yearlong winter. It seems I go from one extreme to another.

Later this afternoon I'll take the train to Paris. By Monday I'll be in Los Angeles again. I try to imagine what the sun will feel like, but can't. It's a bit like All Summer in a Day.

You think I'm being melodramatic. Sadly, no.

Looking forward to seeing family and friends, having other people cook for me, reuniting with my lizard Sims (those awful baby names have been waiting a long time), an internship doing what I love, food diversity (where do I even begin - I will gorge myself on Chinese, Korean, Mexican, Indian food...the list goes on and on and so will my waistline), everything being open until midnight because capitalism!

In the meantime, there's still this luggage to haul home through the rain and a movie to finish editing. And Paris!

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My Grades Suffer for Art...and Other Romantic Notions

I spent the past few days making a portfolio instead of studying.

Good thing I'm a fast reader. Retaining the information, on the other hand... We'll see come Monday.

You can check it out here!

Now I really must study. Where was I? Oh yes, Almond and Verba's three types of political culture. These guys have pretty interesting names. My Sims are taking note.

My Grades Suffer for Art...and Other Romantic Notions

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A Somber Study in Toast Mastication

More photos from yesterday. I call this series A Somber Study in Toast Mastication.

But in all honesty, it's that my friend was trying to figure out how to record video on my camera. She hadn't quite gotten to the focus part of things yet either. There I was, trying to enjoy my Speculoos and toast on a rainy morning in my dad's comfy old sweater, but I kept hearing this:

Katherine, how do you rec-CLICK it keeps taking pict-CLICK I can't find the but-CLICK

And lo, art was brought into this world.

A Somber Study in Toast Mastication

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Don't Cry, Sky

French weather can be so unpredictable at times - here I am referring to the months from January to December - but today's was the best kind of chaotic. It started out dreary, the sky crying fat tears that splattered against my windows. Don't cry, sky - you cry, I cry.

The Petit Cinema team came over to work on the miniatures. Progress! We finished the forest and were able to film a scene. Seeing the forest come together really lifted our spirits. Now there's all this cotton in my bed - pardon me, clouds. There are clouds in my bed. 

By the time everyone left, the sun was out in full force. It turned out to be one of those nighttime sunshine kind of days. This moment is what I learned the definition of oxymoron in third grade for.

Don't Cry, Sky

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Tiny Forests

A peek into the miniature sets for the Petit Cinema movie. The screening date is coming up quickly and despite the last minute rush it feels strange to be so close to the end. 

Here is the forest awaiting its dog-princess, next to the toxic glue that stinks up my room for hours. The first time I used it, I flung my windows wide open and some papers flew out into the night, never to be seen again. 

These past few days have been refreshingly slow. I've been able to write and brainstorm in between studying for finals and eating everything in sight. 

At the same time, I worry about the future and feel all of life's uncertainty on my shoulders. I feel unprepared, yet over-qualified. Burned out, yet eager. Sometimes I can open my notebook and forget all of that for a few hours. I can bury myself in creativity and tell myself to take things one moment at a time.

So this is where I am. I'm excited about the scribblings I made in my notebook today, and I hope I'll be able to keep up the momentum and keep out my fears. 

Tiny Forests

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