It's over.

Thank god.

Now what?

So, the precious five of you who read this thing might have noticed that there hasn't been much up here in the way of updates. This would be because, firstly, there's been no new deviations. Of course i've been making art (it's sort of required when your GPA depends upon this fact) but frankly most of it's been either boring, nasty, and, in the case of my self-portraits, both. No one wants to see my misproportuned head with buggy eyes and shoulders that have had bits of them bitten off by tigers. It makes for quite a story, but ultimately, not good art.

Secondly... things have been busy. Or, when they haven't, I've been preoccupied with squeezing every last moment of free time I can find into a mental health break. Or Boston Legal. I'm sure that you all comprehend the magnitude of awesomeness contained in this show and that I need not say anything more to explain my behavior regarding that matter. I particularily liked the episode where their legal defense was that 'not eating red meat made you a namby pansy".

Fortunately, things are looking up. I finally bought an okay looking SLR camera... so at least I'll have the means to record any good artwork that happens to come along. Plus, now that I'm down to the last two projects in all my arty classes my teachers have inclined to be a bit more innovative in devising these things. I may have more than colour wheels and tonal scales to show for myself at the end of the year. I've got to figure out how to set up a line instalation on campus as well as figuring out how I can use a photocopy machine to 'draw'. I'm entirely uncertain about the definition of that word... over the past year it's been expanded to include watercolors, tintin stamps, and in the case of one of my classmates, hair leftover from waxing. Mmmm... the glamour of art school.

In other news, I've found beer that doesn't suck: Honey Brown Lager. By Sleeman's. If you're a company executive send me a crate.... I don't do this often. But seriously, it tastes almost exactly like champagne and hits harder than vodka. I could get used to the stuff. I suspect that I may be downing a few at the next art fundraiser for Latitude and, because I'll be drunk and because the Capital City Burlesque will be there... I'll probably say more embarassing things and hit on some ladies. No doubt, I'm gearing up for a good time.

Oh, I just found out that Ken Uchiha was staged his suicide, and that Madame Domioji orchestrated the entire affair to get Tsukasa's mind off Makino. That was good to know. All the cool things you learn at work, eh?

Anyways, less than a month till the first installment of this whole education affair is finished. I'm getting more and more apathetic the closer it gets to the end, and, in turn, the suspense is almost more stress than the work. It's werid how these things work out...

heh... the tense emioticon looks like it's wanking moreso than anything. I can't look away... and I bet that you can't either.

Last night I dreamt that I was swamping disparaging comments about Winston Churchill with a librarian I've never met before. I'm not sure what this means but I can't seem to remember the details on any of the nasty things we had to say about him. Regardless, it has only fueled my growing hatred for Sir Winston (mother fucking) Spencer Churchill. If he wasn't so dead I'd punch him in the face.

Yeah...


I'm totally done. I've finished. It is no more.

To be fair... there is a photoraphy final on friday.

And... to be acutate... it is photography... so yeah, It's Over.

In jubilation I drew a really werid picture of an old prospector with a bottle of gin doing a dance with a robotronic cyote... whilst Rasputin Christ blessed the onlookers. The caption was "Aye Em Doone". It was even more amusing in the morning, I assure you.

Hey... that's the first bit of artwork I've done just for myself in months! Horay!

The past day and a half has been super super busy.

On friday I had no classes so I made stuffed peppers, cleaned up the house, and went to work. I spent all of my time at work frantically typing up a bunch of art history notes so I could send them off to my classmates... but because most of them have smarmy hotmail accounts they didn't go through on account of being too large. The led to a couple of hours of experimenting with ways to shorten the notes or compress them somehow... but I'm not very skilled with Macs, despite my love for them.

I bused home, which normally I'm not supposed to do because my bus stop is filled with crack lords and rapists but both my parents were unable to give me a ride home and I really didn't want to bother with a cab. I got home, discovered that the door was locked. I rang the doorbell hundreds of times, searched frantically for the missing key, and eventually just gave up and read my psych text for an hour. After this time had past I was getting some horribl frost bite so I had to wake up my frail elderly neighbor to get a key.

The next morning I went to school for an art history study group. We booked a private room but didn't get a lot of stuff done because everyone kept interupting everyone else to say whatever token bit of information they could remember from class. Moreoften than not, it was wrong. The plan was to go volunteer at Latitude 53's art auction/dance/fundraiser at 9 so I ended up adopting a bunch of fellow volunteers from 4 onwards. One of them was involved in a feed the homeless type project but had to time to make soup for the homeless because she was too busy partying the night before. We used my house, and my food, to make the soup, and I was totally okay with that. Feed the hungry... Yay. Etc.

The fundraiser was by far the highlight of the weekend. I got put on bartender duty... which I highly enjoyed. I learned how to mix martinis and I liked that I could kinda groove to the music without being awkardly stranded on the dance floor. I also got free drink tickets which I put to good use. I soon discovered that a few shots of vodka do not improve one's accuracy so there were a few shots of vodka where I missed the mixer entirely. There was a fashion show which was kinda snobby but had good music. They even played the only techno song I can dance to whilst sober and drunk...

Anyways, two girls came home with me that night. One had locked herself out of res and the other I volunteered my home for so that she wouldn't have a difficult time trying to get transit there. I kinda ditched them in the basement with some foamies and went to sleep. You know... whatever.

The low point began in the morning. We got up stupid early to get to another study group, largely for the benefit of a girl who didn't even show up until noon.... because she was too hung over. I had to reteach the stuff we went over on saturday to a bunch of people... and then essentially teach the new stuff too. I got nothing out of it and no one was really paying attention. After, we went out for lunch which was a bit pricey, but really tastey. It was spoiled by a girl complaining that hers didn't smell right and getting super offended when they charged her for the meal.

This sorta put me in a foul mood. I dunno... it seemed kinda selfish and inconsiderate. This was compounded by the fact that I picked up the bill and was kinda shortchanged when everyone was paying me back. Now I've learned that all of the homeless people that my classmates had originally planned on feeding have been moved from their tent city and have been put up inhotels by the police. Apparently this means that they don't need food anymore but people are still planning on dropping by later and picking up the soup we made... assumedly for their own personal use. I'm so pissy that I really don't want to give it up. You know, "God dammit! This is fucking my soup! Why should I give it to you? You didn't pay for any of the fucking ingredients (my mom did) and you were napping for half of the time we spent making it. Stop drinking, get your act together, and leave me and my mother fucking soup alone!"

I suppose that everyone, including me, is tired and that's why they're kinda being thoughtless and I'm taking everything personal. All I know is that my feelings of goodwill and charity have kind of dried up and I'm sort of done with people for the time being. Well... except maybe my family. Yeah... I could stand to hang out with Geoffrey and talk comics.

Crap... I've got to finish my drawing shit! Eeek!

Art history final tomorow. I will rock its socks off and everyone will fail because they're ungrateful douches who lack the concentration or character to help themselves... let alone the needy.

Okay... that's perhaps really mean and unfair... I'm venting here. Shannon sent me a really nice email thanking me for the notes and Vlad's a really awesome guy who lends me comic books and wants to be an animator. Sam's super selfless and never full of herself.

...But I will rock that final.