Having been to Italy has influenced my art enormous, in ways that I hope to show are improving my style and technique. That said, I've been considering new ways to spend my money. On a whim I looked up programs at an obscure location that I've mentioned to a few people before: Sark, one of the smallest inhabited islands in the English channel, if ( Read more... )

Italy was beautiful and wonderful and full of pasta and Vespas and amazing architecture and glorious art and oh my god Venice stinks but you totally don't care because it's so breathtakingly amazing ( Read more... )

Italy cannot come soon enough.

I don't even care anymore. I just want to make it through the semester, okay?

In honor of a a recent article in the Horizon, I would like to offer you all the following evidence of the incarnate evil of one Ian Fleming ( Read more... )

EVERYONE NEEDS TO SHUT THE FUCK UP NOW.

(If I said that on anyone's journal, they'd all just turn on me like rabid wolves. But I have to say it somewhere.)

I know many of you are wondering where the hell I am, despite the fact that clearly your conscious brain is totally skipping the fact that you see me in the halls of Bartos, and around campus. But yes, I am alive, no, I am not completely overcome with all things Wu, but yes, I may very well have been kidnapped by goblins but for the fact that my ( Read more... )

Our first fight ( Read more... )

I need to schedule meetups with a couple of you guys ( Read more... )

I've got confirmation that Doyle is in fact, not dying of hypothermia, nor has he been eaten by wolves. He is definitely staying with a friend, and is bodily well.

Emotionally, it's another story entirely.