Whelp. I am not going to die.
I'm not going to be able to make it to San Francisco this year, but I'm not going to die.
Actually, I'm excited about staying.
I'm moving in with one of my best friends and I'll even get to keep Alice, my kitty. I anticipate a summer full of air mattress river rafting, camping, festival escapades, late-night movie excursions, epic creation and portfolio building, as well as doing some more costume/painting stuff this time as an actual job, which will be amazing. I love working on shows and I'm so incredibly happy that the one this week won't be my last!

ALSOOO, you probably have noticed I'm doing more Sunnyside stuff than usual. I've been on a cartoon lag and all of a sudden it's possessing my pencil like some sort of sexy voodoo curse. If you don't know about Sunnyside Asylum, it's this comic thing I've been working on (kind of) for several years. It's a somewhat demented, cynical comedy starring a schizophrenic chick and a sociopathic doctor, chock-full of gore sure to inspire amateur surgeons everywhere! There is really no point other than to poke fun at the mental health industry and a bunch of other stuff.

See the Sunnyside Asylum fan page here: [link]

In other news, the scholarship search of torment and agony is still going on and my classmates/teachers are still being frustratingly unhelpful. Also, my mom is not allowing me to put World Domination as a "life goal" on my essays. It is increasingly causing the urge to skin them alive and make them into feety pajamas.

"Hey, AJ! Those are some nice leather gloves you've got there! Where'd you get them?"

"Oh, I believe they were a present from my paring knife."

"Is that street-slang for the Gap?"

"Only if you want it to be."