Tuesday, January 13, 2004
Just a quick note (I know, I know, I don't blog for weeks and then do two in two days) of this new comic I done found out.
Yea, yea, I know I gave you all hordes of links yesterday. But I'm always proud when I can find a link of my own, rather than just picking the good ones off of b3ta.
Anyways, it's called Fallen, and yes, it's a webcomic. Rather like Strings of Fate* in style, only more, you know, finished. The main character, Faustus, actually looks an awful lot like Tony from SoF, but that's neither here nor there.
Once you get over the occasionally heavyhanded anime/manga style, you get a nice taste for the artwork and realize it's pretty good. Most of the time. Yeah, you all know my (overwhelmingly negative) feelings on manga. But the colored pages of this especially make me forget my anger. Storyline... eh, what the hell do I know, it's not Shakespeare, but it was certainly engaging enough for me.
Right, so, check it out.
Not much doing today. It being Tuesday, I had to be out of the dorm by 8 am, which was heinous, but I lived. Drew some boxes, discovered that I have a better grasp of two-point perspective than some of the people in the class, but that might have been because I got stuck sitting between two sorority girls who couldn't draw in the least. They sang Backstreet Boys songs at one another over my head for the entire class. That's three hours, mind you.
Came back to the dorm, ate lunch with Beth. The grilled cheese was disappointing, but they had ceasar salad, which made up for it.
Then off to bio discussion. It was our first discussion so far, so we had to say our names, why we wanted to be in the class, and our year. Well. There are only a few freshmen in my discussion. Most everyone else is an upperclassmen. There were a couple of grad students (!), although I didn't know they could even take the same classes as us. Ah well. We talked about all manner of things relating to biodiversity. The class looks like it's shaping up to be really good. So far it's almost too easy for me, but remember kids, that's what I said when chemistry started too. And we all know where that got us.
After discussion I was supposed to pick up the reading for tomorrow's english class in my teacher's office. He had given us his room number, but I had only the vaguest ideas of how to find it. My discussion was in Mason Hall, and his office was in Angell Hall. This is all one building... sort of. Angell Hall was the original one (it's got a gorgeous front on it... all high white columns and whatnot), and they kept building additions to it, so now it's attached to Mason Hall, and Tisch Hall, and Haven Hall, and probably some other stuff I don't know about.
right, that there's angell hall. the front bit, anyhow
Well, I guess Mason hall isn't that big, because it didn't take me very long to find my way into Angell Hall proper. Once in Angell Hall, though... oy. Not a good scene. The place is vast, and the hallways wind about in utterly inexplicable ways, and the numbers on the doors don't seem to go in the proper order sometimes. After wandering about for ages I finally found his office and grabbed the handout. I then floated around aimlessly, following Exit signs that didn't really lead to exits, until I got to some stairs and found myself being spit out a tiny little side door all the way on the opposite side of the building from where I had come in. It being an enormous building, this meant I was quite thoroughly turned about. Found my way back eventually, but I couldn't get back to that room or the door I came out of if I wanted to.
After that little adventure I hung around the dorm for a bit, did some reading, did my CFC homework, and generally mooched about chatting with dormfolk. My CFC homework was to do the preliminary work for our latest project... you know, the conceptual notes and sketches. I got them done, but unfortunately made a sketch that I absolutely adore and think is 110% perfect. This means that I will never, ever, ever be able to reproduce it in the slightest for the final. This always happens, and never fails to piss the hell out of me.
Yeah, that's about the sum of it. I have another 10 hour day o'learnin' to look forward to tomorrow. Probably won't be able to stay awake. I barely got up today. To make my life easier, dear roommate is on the phone working out drinking plans for tonight. Drinking. As in, getting drunk. Are we all aware that it's a Tuesday, here? Am I the only one who sees something just slightly the matter with this?
If she keeps me up tonight I am going to have to kill her.
*SoF currently on hiatus, if you didn't know. Damn good while it happened, though.