Ever go through the older stuff in your gallery and feel a sense of pride in having improved combined with the shame of the absolute crap you once drew, were into, and thought was funny?
I just did that.
Ugh, and I know i've come a long way since then, but I mean, back then I thought I was pretty good, and now I know that I sucked all kinds of ass. But now I think "Hey I'm not so bad, I might be pretty good right now," and looking at these leads me to wonder if I'm not nearly as good as I think I am.
YAY INFERIORITY COMPLEX

But all that aside, I'm kind of enjoying life right now. I'm starting to work on getting ahead in my comics so I can try to start updating twice a week, and maybe get enough comics to feel justified in having a website for it once that comes to pass. I've got a trip to Boston coming up this weekend which promises a lot of good time fun with friends, along with an exchange of a good amount of funds for whatever awesome shit from Japan and other locales I can find. I'm taking a drawing course which is nothing but drawing from models, so my anatomy is theoretically improving. And it's ridiculously fun (heheh, naked people).
But next week, I have an essay and an art project due, a pretty big test, and a Japanese presentation. All in the same week. FML.
Uuugh. Welp, time to go work on said art project. I should seriously get a camera and upload some of my stuff from art class onto here.

Oh yeah and I was Rick Astley for Halloween this weekend. It was pretty awesome, regardless of the fact that none of the adults knew who the heck I was (I should have told them I was a Lazy College Student who didn't want to spend more than 5 bucks on a costume, it wouldn't have been that off).