Dreamingbeggar

It is now 1:47 AM. I tell you this, o journal, because by the time I go to sleep, the sun will be up and whatever retarded birds that didn't fly south for winter will likely be tweeting their happy fucking tunes in my ears, unaware that they will likely starve to death without the spring's usual harvest of worms.  Darwin smiles cruelly; I only snore. It is the curse of the so-called overachiever to eternally fail.  To volunteer for the impossible, and achieve only the mundane.  And in doing so, one spirals downward and outward, flinging oneself away from the boundaries of society and into the narcissistic self-loathing depression of failure

So here's whats new: School has effectively cut off any and all access to free time for drawing.  Hence, my page is retro. Halloween is done and gone.  It will be sorely missed, as will all my candy.  (Damn you trick-or-treaters!) It's election time, meaning politicians (in typical Halloween fashion) have dressed up like people who give a damn about your vote.  Don't hand them any candy. Also, Daily Show is in the greatest state in the land: O-H-I-O!  Choke on it, other 49 states of the union! There.  That's life in a nutshell.  Or is it a bombshell?  I forget.  Either way, cheers everyone! -DB

So I'm back on terra familiar after about five months of field study in Andean Ecuador.  That's right, five months out of country and what do I find when I get back?  The nutters are clammering to bomb Iran, Jon Benet's zombie rose from the dead, and yes, Dr. Phil is still alive. I am disappointed people.  Very disappointed.  I'm going back to my mountain until you all sort things out.  Chop chop! Classes start in a few days and so far I'm going to be studying dead people (Bones Blood and Violence), Appalachains (Appalachain development), and war (Anthropology of Conflict).  Or possibly dead people and Appalachains at war with each other.