Took me a while to actually get my journal updated. Been quite busy with school projects.... and getting plastered.... hmm... now I'm not sure I even have school.... so that's why every prof looked like my bartender... Damn you Jim! You fooled me again you old bastard!

Anyways.... at least my gallery started to actually pick up pace. Mostly school projects (like my mood/color themed photos [link] ) but some are application of newly learned skills into my own concepts (like Paper Cut [link] ).

Schoolwise I happy to report everything goes pretty well.... like a viking conquest of northern germany at 932 AD.

The reason I'm writing this entry is not cause I'm an attention whore, but because for the next 3 weeks I'm going to disappear from the face of the earth. I haven't figured out an excuse I'm going to give to ppl who actually give a fuck... which won't be hard - there're 4 of them... but I'm thinking something like I was kidnapped by a pack of wild whores.... or my portal to the outer dimention malfuntioned and my left testicle got sucked into it. I thought of staging my own death, but last time I tried it, it almost turned out to be quite real... which was cool.... but hard to explain to the police.

Reason - every prof has dumped the biggest frigging assigments they could on us as a final test of skill before the semester ends. Oh, and they're all like due on the same frigging week. So by the power granted me by the gods Odin, Thor, and the mighty Turisas... I shall be victorious (and very fucking exhausted) when due dates arrive. What keeps me going(besides coffee, etxreme black metal and alcohol) is the fact that all the profs are chrisitian conquerors... which shall have their souls harvested in the morning (all rights reserved to Noctunal Nords ), as soon as those tasks are done.

But yeah, I'm going to appologize ahead if I don't comment at all at you works for the next while. I'll do my best to check everything out after the semester is done.

All hail the frostbittenly evil North.