ooie .. ooie
Things have been pretty great.
First semester was, overall, good. grades were pretty nice, parties were bumpin', rooftops were barren, and lunch trays were stolen and used as sleds (on the greatest day ever).
Winter break has been pretty fantastic, i got a lot of comic work done, and received a lot of nice feedback, the most impressive being from a great, great chicago cartoonist.
This semester should be good, seeing as I'll start my life as a printmaking major (digging myself deeper into the hole that will be my destitute future).
As of now, my future seems to be a life as a longshoreman in Quebec or as a cabinboy on an Arctic ship (the adventures of which have been chronicled here). I'm really hoping I figure out how to print my stuff this semester.
I argued with a manager at work for fifteen minutes straight today, but was saved by my overall jolly nature, and the general manager. It was pretty intense, but it was my last day, and it was raining, so it was good.
I'm working on my application to the Center for Cartoon Studies, my apparent dream school, in Vermont. I'd love to go next year, as unlikely as it may be. Still, I'm allowing myself this one dream.
Here's hoping this semester is endless crunking.
First semester was, overall, good. grades were pretty nice, parties were bumpin', rooftops were barren, and lunch trays were stolen and used as sleds (on the greatest day ever).
Winter break has been pretty fantastic, i got a lot of comic work done, and received a lot of nice feedback, the most impressive being from a great, great chicago cartoonist.
This semester should be good, seeing as I'll start my life as a printmaking major (digging myself deeper into the hole that will be my destitute future).
As of now, my future seems to be a life as a longshoreman in Quebec or as a cabinboy on an Arctic ship (the adventures of which have been chronicled here). I'm really hoping I figure out how to print my stuff this semester.
I argued with a manager at work for fifteen minutes straight today, but was saved by my overall jolly nature, and the general manager. It was pretty intense, but it was my last day, and it was raining, so it was good.
I'm working on my application to the Center for Cartoon Studies, my apparent dream school, in Vermont. I'd love to go next year, as unlikely as it may be. Still, I'm allowing myself this one dream.
Here's hoping this semester is endless crunking.