The Second Epilogue (Volume Six)

Bleh!
Due to confusion about whether or not my TED Talk grading post counts towards my total (6) blog posts, I've just learned that I have to do another blog post!
Pretend that this came before the epilogue.

So, let's talk about my presentation-designing process, which took place over the second half of spring  break.

Day 1, Thursday, 3/28:

Dear Diary,

The trudge through my redesign has made me weary. Much experience was gained from it, though, and my project has finally reached fruition. I've decided to set up camp for the night and craft my next blog post.

I have just completed my fifth blog post and can feel my creative juices flowing. It's time; I must begin my TED Talk script. I will only rest when it is complete.

The moon is in the House of Jupiter tonight and sleep beckons. My script is only two minutes long when recited. I'll just lie down for 30 minutes.

Day 2, Friday, 3/29:

Good Morning,

Last night did not go as planned. I fell asleep at the mere time of 0:38, expecting to work until early morn. Ah well, what can I do? I must return to my script after breakfast*.

Ah, toasted bagel and peanut butter, best eaten while watching YouTube videos. After the past two days, I feel that I deserve this break.

It is now 16:00; time has slipped me by. I shall force myself to write now, but only after I have found something to lunch* on.

Through much dilly-dallying, lunch has blended into dinner. This day has been very unsuccessful. I think I will reward myself with some fish stew.

21:00, and I'm now typing away. The fish seems to have given me the get-to-itiveness that I require, though my quilt calls to me. One unproductive day couldn't hurt, right?

*note that breakfast and lunch are eaten on a teenager's schedule; from 10:00-12:00 and 13:00-16:00, respectively.

Day 3, Saturday, 3/30:

Salutations,

These past four days have been spent living by the shoreside. The winds have changed and it is now time to return to the forest. May chance allow this metal wagon to carry me home.

The trip was favorable but there is now field work to be done. We must retrieve pebbles from an overturned barrow. It is high noon.

Sat back at my familiar computer chair, writing and designing await me.

Many hours of work have blurred into one. My script has been completed and revised. This tome demands much thought. The night is over.

Day 4, Sunday, 3/31:

The sun has awoken me and the day must be seized. Breakfast may wait; the script demands further revision.

A familial gathering is planned for later, so I must be swift in designing these slides. It seems to come naturally, though my blasted foot has not received sufficient blood flow. Frequent breaks must be taken to reawaken it.

The presentation is all but completed and Eostre's feast must be attended. The metal wagon awaits.

Food and drink have been had, though the feast has afflicted me with a "head-ache". The piercing pain is reminiscent of a pike being driven into one's skull. Still, the work demands continuation.

Words and visuals planned, all that is left is to practice. It is now 21:00. Note cards must be designed.

Day 5, Monday, 4/1:

3:10. My delusional mind is satisfied. The script is known and the presentation is sleek. A viewer must react to my genius (project presentation). Mother shall be awakened.

She likes it. A small change has been made to it. I am done with it. My mind must be taken off of it so I can sleep it out and present it in the morn.

-End of Journal-


Note that some creative liberties were taken, but, for the most part, that's true. I do wish that I had started a day earlier, but overall, I'm happy.

Still recovering from early Monday morning, but happy. I cannot believe that it's done.


Resources Used:
16 different image hosters (because I used their images in my presentation).
My mom.
All of my energy ever.