Stuff... lotsa stuff...

More projects than I can count got crammed into my head faster than I could process, so that's shit right at the moment.
Exams... lotsa those too.

As far as art goes, I haven't touched a good charcoal pencil in a while, and I guess I'm overdue for a creepfest. I've had artists block for a while. However, with my new campaign up, it might be enough incentive to draw something. I just gotta grab some charcoal or a nice stylist pen and a clipboard so that I can start pumping out drawings.

Alright, so I haven't exactly been posting the huge stack of pictures building up in my back pack, but the fact of the matter is that I'm lazy, and with my soul currently sold to both morrowind and dark crusade, I don't use the computer for much else.

I also had a major and very unpleasant bug collection project due for school the last couple of weeks. This was probably the most unsettling project I've ever done, on my part not theirs. I could never imagine the kind of smells dead bugs can make if you leave them out for too long.

Maybe in the far future, if we're lucky, I may post some of my stuff. However, most is away because my art teacher insisted that I pick a few things to have displayed in an art gallery, not that I cared much for the idea myself. I'm expecting some kind of psychoanalysis stappled to the front of them when they come back.

Our teacher had us draw skeletons, and she wanted said skeletons to be "silly". I think you can imagine the kind of fun I had with that.

I like New York in June,
how about you?
I like a Gershwin tune,
how about you?
I love a fireside
when a storm is due.
I like potato chips,
moonlight and motor trips,
how about you?

I'm mad about good books,
can't get my fill,
and Franklin Roos'velt's looks
give me a thrill.

Holding hands at the movie show,
when all the lights are low
may not be new,
but I like it,
how about you?
- Frank Sinatra

My feet ache, my hands are wet, my toes are cold, and my head's been looping jazz songs through my mind. In the name of god, I deny anyone who says that New York City is a terrible crime ridden filth. I've had such a blast here, from crowded subways to some of the strangest stores ever. We saw this one store that was selling skeletal models of siamase twins of any species (the bear one sticks out in my mind). No where on earth could you find a better slice of pizza or a better frankfurt.

But I miss my Texas home, I'll be back on Monday.

Greetings from the NYC!

After three days of the most painful torrture known to man, I am finally here on the correct side of the Hudsen to celebrate the holidays with dear friends that I have known for a very long time.
For some reason, the route from Texas to New York seemed full of trees.

Well, as any of you may or may not know, I got a new super computer that runs at least a thousand times faster than my older one. However, my printer is out of action for a while, which is a shame because I got some awesome sketches piling up waiting to be praised by someone.