Woot, well school started today. To much fan fair I'm sure. Most people wore suits and dresses, most. Jumped right into school from vacation up to New England. Saw Brown, Tufts, Boston Univ., Univ. of New Hampshire, and Northeastern. Liked em all but Northeastern. UNH had these awesome hand scanners instead of card passes for doors and the cafeteria. So Bond. Though I liked their co-op thingamagigger. Got to chop wood and hike, swim in virgin lakes and all that country shit. I love it. Interspersed with colleges it was a very handy vacation. Woods Hole was fun as always though rainy. It rains where ever I go and only lets up on the last day, it's really pissing me off but reminds me of Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy if you've read Moslty Harmless.
I'm going to bring my Sega Gensis and games into school tomorrow for our lounge. Hope that shit doesn't get stolen. Lots of memories in that Streets of Rage, Rocket Knight, Boogerman, Vectorman, etc. Should be protected by their age though. Saw the old copyrights on that shit, 93ish, I was only 4 but I swear I bought that thing at age 6 or something. I had the Nomad, the portable genesis. Hot 64-bit shit back then. Straight 6 periods tomorrow, yeah. At least they're not all IBs. Still gotta figure out a poster for our senior play which I haven't read but I am proud to say that I sculpted another model for my theatre project. Post pics below:
So I have these 4 models. The one on the right is the most recent and is as of yet to dry. She is also the only female. I was watching "Meet Joe Black", a good relax pensive movie, so she looks kinda like that hot actress in the movie Claire Forlani. Well maybe not alot but...to me kinda...she's hot anyway. In that movie especially. And Brad Pitt's really good too. So eerie. Anyways the other three are guys, the happy one is Hoeder and the sad/confused ones are Hugo from "Dirty Hands" my Sartre. The woman is Hugo's wife Jessica. Some of my sketches, for the mask and otherwise:
Besides that I got some photos from the first day of school...in the LOUNGE. I just love tossing that word in in front of those without lounge privelages, suckas.