Pointless Man

Recently, I haven't been getting enough sleep. Add this to the stress of my Japanese class and the antidepresents I just hopped on, and things are spiraling, man. So, I need more sleep. I also need to study more. I grades suck right now, partly because the class is hard, partly because the grading system is cruel, and partly because I have been out of practice and just plain out of it. So, until the end of the quarter, I'm going to have to study my ass off, cut time on the computer, drop weekend activities, and try to get something like a regular sleeping schedule going on--none of which I have done with any long term success for years now. Is four weeks long term?

Apparently, SRIs have weird reactions to useful and serious medication for the relief of migraines. So, I can attempt to treat my depression or my crazy headaches, but not both. Unless I'm willing to spend $100 a month (being uninsured and all) on some preventative meds that I'm going to be sampling starting today. If they work, I may find myself needing to become better acquained with the marvelous health care system of my birth country. O Canada! Our home and native land, true patriot love in all thy sons command. With glowing hearts, we see thee rise, the True North, strong and free. From far and wide, O Canada, we stand on guard for thee. God keep our land glorious and free! O Canada, we stand on guard for thee. O Canada, we stand on guard for thee. True, not quite as badass as the French national anthem, which commands the children of the patriarchy to march on until impure blood drowns their fields, but still the only song I know capable of drawing any kind of nationalis

Had another test today. At first, I thought I did alright, then I began to feel a crushing sense of impending doom. So who knows how it went? I get to stress over it until Monday or try to move ahead somehow, knowing it's hanging over me. But my own struggles pale in comparison what one of my best friends is going through right now. His girlfriend went back home to Japan last month. She's a great gal, and he's really fallen hard for her, so he's been keeping contact with her via text messages, e-mails, and the like. No big deal, he was going to go see her in August, and then they were to return together in September. Last night, he stopped by and told me she had cancer. I didn't know what to say. Dismay is such a petty expression of sympathy. I suppose my friend was right in saying, "I know you don't believe in God, but I need you to just hope she's going to be okay, cuz that's all we can do." So I offered my support, and told him everything wo

Found a spot on campus where I might actually be able to scan in some of my larger artwork (being approximately 12' by 17') and even have it printed out as a poster. The poster thing opens up some possibilities. For example, the picture seen above could look very nice blown-up with the right touches. The matter that spurred this discovery was my attempt to scan in the first three inked and coloured pages of that Pointless Man story I mentioned the other day, 'Death to Pretty Boy Bands'. No luck in dealing with the crappy Macs the UW has set up right for scanning, though, so that'll have to wait a bit. In the meantime, I'll be working on a page featuring Pointless Man fighting a ninja. Everybody loves ninjas.

Got my test back. I got hammered. Scored 39 out of 58. As far as going any further in Japanese is considered, that's failing. Blah.

Took a test last friday and turned in my first writing assignment for Japanese 311-313 today, and I'm feeling alright about it, I guess. Got an oral test coming up this Friday, and I am not looking forward to that--not that I have a choice. Eh. I get the feeling I'll just be able to squeek by in this class. A 2.5, that's all I need. Finished colouring the first page of 'Pointless Man: Death to Pretty Boy Bands'. The second page has been inked. Some mistakes were made on both accounts, but the overall product so far has been acceptable. Should be able to pencil the third page by tomorrow. At this pace, I'll be able to have the comic finished and scanned in within a week or two, if I can just get the last few pages scripted to my satisfaction. I stayed up all last night, partially because of my Japanese assignment, but mostly because I just couldn't sleep. After turning in my homework, I went back to my room, took a sleeping pill, and still found I couldn'

Walking around campus today, I was overtaken by a guy, maybe 19 years old, wearing a white hooded sweatshirt, nondescript black jeans, and a pair of sneakers talking on his cell phone: "I can't believe you borrowed the Corvette to go shopping. ... Taking it out for a drive is one thing, but to Costco? ... No. It's not. Sunday is the driving day. The Corvette is for driving around in on Sundays. ... I can't even imagine what all the guys must have thought watching you drive the Corvette to a Costco." Is commentary really necessary?