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Went on a shopping trip with 6 of my classmates and the above is some loot i found.
I specifically got the two blue beetle books because Rafael Alberquerque *__* and yeah I really like what Manapul did that Superboy book.
Graveyard Book because
i can never have enough Gaiman reasons
Still need to get Red Robin with Marcus To as the artist (i have the first part with Ramon Bachs and Manapul).
I searched for David Small’s Stitches; a Memoir, Hagio Moto’s A Drunken Dream and Sherlock season 1 DVD, though all three were either sold out in the places I asked for them or not available. So I’m going to have to look again latersss.
I also bought a simple sketchbook (haha fucking moleskines have to wait) and a pen, and holyshitiamsopoorfuckgoddamn
Anyways here are a few more pics from my adventures:
Original TV show Batmobile y u so expensive lolsob
Kawaii stormtrooper, I rike stormtroopers.
And this….. :V
wow my brain took the whole joy division thing much more seriously
as i have spent my late evening watching a whole documentary on them
and it was damn good
and beautiful and sad
sorry I haven’t been around
yesterday i got my ass to copenhagen at this pretty isloated place with my classmates where I’ll be living the next two months while we work on animating for the graduation projects of the film school directors.
it’s all a bit crazy with settling in on projects and i’ll be getting internet where i live sometime later today
but i have no idea how busy i’m going to be (probably very haha)
but I’ll work on the commissions I have left and be online in the evenings
this is a toy i found a while ago
it is a spider with a gooey back segment filled with blue gooey ‘eggs’ which you can squish
hey check it out it’s the first snow of the year
view from my window aw yee
and now for emotional spillage
I generally went to see this film because I fucking love it to bits.
watching redlettermedia’s star wars review and other silly internet things while crotcheting, drinking hot cocoa, tea and talking with friends is fun!
We started at 8pm and suddenly it’s like 00.30 am ahahah.
i learned a new pattern and i’m pretty happy about this cute yarn i found (it’s mostly white but fades into these soft colors in random places
I had a pretty vivid nap-dream. (because for some reason my night sleep dreams are not as vivid idefk)
Before that we had a pretty harsh beatdown on our storyboard work and we as a group took a wal around the cemetary to talk things through(the cemetary is the only calm and nice place to go since the park is too far away) and we got into a slightly better mood so we could go back to work. We split up afterwards to have lunch I went back to my room to take a nap.
And proceeded to have a very vivid dream where I was in som building with my old lovebird, who has been dead since 2008. And I was totally chilling and at some point a pair of guys came by with their own parrots, one also being a lovebird. I guess they all just kinda hung out in the living room and I got distracted by my group coming back again so we could work some more.
Then i had this bad feeling and was convinced my parrot had gotten out somewhere. And I was too worried to do group work and started desperately searching for him, calling and so on…
I found something on the floor and it was one of the guys lovebirds looking pretty ok besides seeming a little dazed. But i put him up on my shoulder and kept looking for my own and I was pretty distraught about the whole thing. I also find the other guys bird; which was also sitting on the floor, but this little guy had a very deep (bloodless) gash in his leg and IDEFK
Anyway I keep trying to call my own bird and my group members are trying to get to me and sjhdbasjdb I eventually woke up never finding my own.
That really set me in a bad mood. Like whoa.
Anyway the rest of my day wasn’t very dramatic and some stuff was sorted out.
But I still feel weird to have been so convinced my bratty little jerk bird was alive and well. Man.