I'm going to SCAD now, as an illustration major. I'm probably changing that to something involving sequential and/or fashion and/or illustration design and/or sound design next semester; currently I'm doing my fundamentals so it wouldn't hurt me to flop around for a while.

I've thankfully somehow managed to knock out many of my core reqs in the... um, six years of college I've accrued, so thankfully my time at SCAD will be largely focused on art.

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I think not living into the dorms cut my financial aid like in half... which is highly inappropriate. SCAD's not cheap, and I qualify for a good deal more federal money than I got. I think/hope it's due to the lateness of my acceptance to SCAD for this year, considering I had my FAFSA filed and sorted in like.. February.

As usual, I've been drawing, and (apparently) as usual I've kinda been too busy to do much scanning. Once I've got a minute I'll scan and upload. There's some fun stuff in my sketchbook, but as usual it's mostly pouty pretty people standing around in cool outfits.

I think for the next month I'm going to draw nothing but people being kicked in the head, for diversity's sake. Or maybe some beautiful, beautiful horse-mounted archers. Oh, Civ early game, you are so easily dominated by early strike immunity and bonuses to city offense.

I had a dream last night! This is something that normally doesn't happen (I'm usually tired all the time) or I don't remember anything interesting.

In my dream, I was making a pizza delivery to basically a shed in the back of the music building of an old college, and I had a vague recollection of having a boss fight of some sort before this and having missed out on an awesome travel item (a stereo jetpack).
So I wander through the music hall, glance at some murals involving zombies and vampires and shit - except it's really not campy, they're very dark and sinister, for real.
I get to the office I'm delivering to, and there's a big guy in there napping on a mountain of Domino's delivery boxes and other food wrappers and boxes. I prod him with a miscellaneous long object I found in the room, and he wakes up with a start, yanking a knife out of god knows where. So I complete the delivery ($16.95, he ordered a medium specialty pizza) and his lab partner waddles out of a back room I didn't even notice - this guy's creepy tall, looks like he's been dead for years, and has a big tumor separating the lobes of his skull. The tumor was wearing a bright green wig, and either lobe had a fuchsia wig on it. He was also wearing dark glasses. Something about him looked generally familiar to me, and his nametag said "A. Hilter". You know, like the Monty Python sketch, except I wasn't even thinking about it and had no clue he could actually be Hitler or anything.

So is also there for some reason and points out to Hilter that I've been having some sinus issues lately, and he's a member of the pharmacology department so he's like "Oh, I'll see what I have. Let me see.... Native American, Irish, and Scottish descent?" (note - I'm mostly Scandinavian) says yeah, then leans over and is like "I guess this is for allergy purposes or something" since native americans are notorious for allergies that seem curious to white people. And I guess Scots hate medicine or something. Anyway. I said I was pretty sure this guy was Hitler, and Nito laughed at me and left.
So he gives me some cold medicine, which I was confident was poisoned cold medicine, and charges me... $16.95. Okay whatever. Then he asks me if I have any ammunition, and a transparent menu appears suddenly and a couple of menus switch, and I'm apparently carrying a rusty old rifle of some sort called "Daisy". And yeah, I could use more ammo.
So Hitler starts casting out some bullets for me, and he's talking to me about weaponry in general, mentioning that in his youth he was exposed to nuclear weaponry - and that's when he decided celebrity was the greatest weapon of all.
It's during this cutscene-esque moment that I distinctly check a thread about whatever it is I'm apparently playing at this very forum, and James Harvey is pointing out that he got the stereo jet pack for free right before an upcoming bossfight vs basically a leatherface heavy weapons guy so long as he didn't have an item called the Independence Paper.
And when Hitler's done talking to me and tapping out bullets for me (no charge) he gives me some reading, and I get the Independence Paper right then.
So I reload, do the bossfight, and then go through that entire sequence again, and right before I wake up I'm rocking out across the countryside in my fucking STEREO BOOMBOX JET PACK! It shot green fire out and played awesome music.

Other details I can recall about the "setting" of the "game" of the dream: there's some sort of post-apocalypse to it, except in this case the apocalyptic element is largely just the Silent Hill-ification of the world at large. I was pretty okay with that. I mean, I lived in a rusted-out place in Texas for a while (which I doubt my sister remembers). Also the world seemed wrapped up in this grandiose fast food war, between various corporate giants who somehow survived THE END OF THE WORLD to stay in business making food for survivors, who desperately needed Domino's.
Also the big guy I delivered to at the beginning of the dream had an American flag bandana, except it wasn't a small bandana - it was a full-size, full-scale flag. It was like a fucking cape.
I was wearing a blue canvas Domino's jacket overtop my apron of +good defense, and I think I had BDU bottoms and a standard domino's ballcap. I felt very faceless, though oddly much like the Mathblasters Super Solvers mascot character. [link]

and then i woke up and was reading Three Shades of Night right next to me. the end.

I might just do a digital painting of this.
I'm pretty sure this would be the best game ever. stereo jet pack.

pick up that radio transmitter!

i strongly suggest anyone watching me who hasn't already play knytt stories. [link]
there are many fantastic stories for it, and those of you who elect to acquire the game may ask me for recommendations, which i may provide.

remember: a man chooses, a slave obeys.

it's been like a year, less four days.

I don't know if anyone is even still watching me.

but, if anyone is, i'll probably have new material up here soon.

i'm working at domino's again. my only class this semester is calculus, due to some tuitionary bullshit and other stuff. i love it so far. i love math. i am 500% more phys/math nerd than i am artist, really.

we have many fewer pets than we did a long time ago. mostly cats now. still three dogs.

and i cannot, for the life of me, keep up with our lighting bill, even though our electrical use is at an alltime record low.

i just put new tires on my car and did some maintenance. looking forward to delivering tonight.

i was at dragon*con. if anyone saw a really crappy mad max lookalike with mirrored sunglasses and a handbag for his coat's shoulderpad, that was me. i was a leather jacket guy from fallout, actually. but mad max is pretty close. i can get pictures of the costume if anyone's curious.

I might be done here, I'm not sure.

I get this weird feeling lately that I missed a part of my youth. I've always been a bit of a hermit, right, yet when I was younger I was also an athlete, a prolific writer, a gamer, and an artist.

Right now I just study, draw, and play D&D.

and honestly I'm losing interest in a lot of this. I already hardly update compared to what I used to.
I might be done with D&D because of all the interpersonal bullshit and people playing characters specifically to see how the rest of the group feels about THEM.
I miss a lot of the people I gamed with in Georgia. We were all friends, playing to have fun. What happened to that? Here, it was like that - at first. How does it go from fun to backstabbing bullshittery?

I might be done drawing because, more or less, I just don't have time. I'm at a point where classes don't improve me technically much but yet, at the same time, an art major is almost a wasted life. I'm majoring in physics, mathematics, and some language eventually. My studies are beginning to occupy more and more of my time and on looking at my priorities it's pretty much 1. study 2. MJ and then everything else combines into a meaningless cesspool.

my social life of late has pretty much turned into "hey want to see a movie". on Saturday I sat around playing a card game of Munchkin with some friends. I liked that.

Except it got turned into an ZOMG YOU LEFT ME BEHIND WHAT THE SHIT WHY WAS I NOT THERE frenzy when I talked to someone else.

what the fuck.

i want to be able to go and have fun with my friends without having to bring my spleen and colon with me sometimes. i used to be able to do that.

on the bright side i'm an honors student and i rock at chemistry this semester. i also win at european history, and physics. psychology.. well, i was probably better with psychology back when i was a teenager prescribing lithium to my friends.