Ghost Town No More

The break week is now at an end. All the other students have come back from their grand adventures and have littered up my peaceful air space. Dinners were just the seven or ten of us, and now they I have to compete to get a plate. These jokers come into my computer lab and make loud noises while I'm looking up internet porn. I scream at them, "I'm doing research, jack-holes!" and then I weep vigorously. Maybe I am feeling stressed about the upcoming weeks and maybe I am feeling sad about the fact that I left my wonderful wife for all this. It is great here, butt she is even greater.

Of the many things that stress me out one is the fact I am the Director for our end of the quarter show, Vernissage. There really isn't much direction or precedent for me to follow so I have to really get down to it, and soon. This is a volunteered job, meaning I was volunteered for it. It will look good on my resume so I am happy to have done it, but not to do it.

The other thing is that SCAD is not offering ANY of the classes I need to take for the summer for fall quarters. I would be cracking skulls if I were in Savannah, but I am reduced to strongly worded emailed over here. I have to register in a week and have no idea what I would register for. It this point I'm thinking of signing up for nothing and then suing them bastards for breach of contract.

Oh, the above drawing is a portion of my etching from the Intaglio Printmaking class I am taking. I am partially happy with it, but I think that I am too much a novice at the whole enterprise to achieve what I really what with it. Peace, dawgs.