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Green Room antics before our final performance. James, acting the fool as always. Cast party, having fun with the Etch-a-sketch Globe, which I never knew existed.

My camera broke this night. Joy.

Dance show number two with the Drexel Dancers. A bit more exciting, a bit more dangerous…no, not really. More green room and random shots.

Playing with Laminar flow tubes and barometric shalj adfi dlfj a.a/adf a………… That’s the sound of me falling asleep.

Greek Week starts this week.

When we last left our heroes, they were on the Road to Johto. Ash had just won the Storm Badge – or something. Today was rainy. Its always hard to wake up when its raining, harder still to stay awake. Something about the nature of rain, its a replenisher, a kind of reset button for the craziness of the environment, washes away surface disturbances and starts over. I guess its the same for us, except we still have to go to class.

Speaking of class, I do much wonder if I will eventually look back and say “I’m glad I took those hard and obscure fucking courses”. In High School, while everyone complained about the classes we took and how they have no point, I never really did – I knew it was useful, even if not outwardly so. And even if I couldn’t see the use, at least I was enjoying it, generally. Nowadays, thats so the opposite. I dunno what it is that gets me outta bed in the morning or worse what actually persuades me to do (certain) homework and hand it in. I guess its my nature as a perfectionist to be anal about things and also to asset my academic fortitude over everyone else by trying to obtain the highest possible GPA (with minimal effort exerted and maximum extracurriculars). Then I think about my parents and my motivation is realigned.

Probably the most boring SHPE event I can recall in recent years. Just some pictures with the bros, went back to 4400, not very eventful for me.

Although the photos do not indicate such, this was a strangely emotional night for me. Saying goodbye to the Penn class of ’03 proved difficult since I had grown quite attached to certain members thereof. These were the people I first met when I joined the USC and we have been together ever since. People are now going to be divided, spread across the country, and the globe in pursuit of whatever it is they pursue. Nothing will be the same after tonight.

And as drunk as Kate was, she felt the same way, because I saw the tears in her eyes as she hugged me goodbye and as I stumbled home in the Philadelphia night. I was sober, but equally as distraught as my drunken counterparts.

To all, adieu.

Since the last time I made an entry not much has happened. I had a birthday though which doesnt happen every day. I must say that this year it was less consequential than usually, not because I am getting older but because no one at school knows anything about me. With the exception of my Frat brothers, who were forced to memorize my birthday, and who remembered willingly, I don’t think anyone in this city knows. I remember last year I went to CHS and gave a lecture about life to Mrs. Petrallia’s class. Charlie showed up and while I thought it was a great opportunity to rant and share what I have learned, it seemed there were three very misguided young girls in the front who paid me no mind. I wonder if they have hung themselves yet – or if they are fat yet.

Rugby formal was last night which was pretty cool. Of course it would have been better if I had worn more comfortable, less brand new shoes and if Kate stuck around to have a dance or two. I still love you Kate, although your are completely owned by that thesis of yours.

It was Greek Week at Drexel this past week. Making my life that much busier, it was actually kinda fun when all is said and done. I didnt take many pictures because I dont think drunken morons make for interesting photography, especially when I dont know who they are. I did snap a few, check em out.

D Phi E, loves me, what can I do.

I have so many more pictures to upload but when the hell will I do that – tomorrow morning maybe. Yes. Tomorrow, instead of Regis.

Don’t mind those pics from class doing our wind tunnel lab, or whatever it was we were actually supposed to be learning. What a bunch of crap.

Our annual rugby formal. This year, at Penn’s campus. Always fun to watch the fellas get drunk and give mock awards to one another pointing out stupid things we have done or said over the past year. Good times.

Kate, I still love you even though you ditched me to go finish your thesis. Like that matters.

It takes a certain degree of energy to continually update this page. Energy I seem to lack as of late. It seems that the only time I ever update this page is when I am dead tired and on the verge of going mad. That being the case, it wouldn’t seem ideal for recollecting events that have happened in recent days that others might find the least bit interesting. Profound thoughts or even my trademark rants seem to evade me. I blame my classes. If I didn’t have class, it wouldn’t seem like such a big deal to play rugby, practice and choreograph dances, audition for and perform Shakespeare and deal with frat stuff. Yea, but I have classes so, blah!

I swear I am gonna try to upload some pictures soon. I have so many its not even normal. See, I am planning on re-organizing the way I store photos on this site so that it actually makes more sense, its more efficient and easier for me to keep track of. Ok, no more talk about the actual website.

Spring, appears to have sprung, as it were. The weather has been more than excellent in the past few days after a scary mid April cold-spell. The silk vintage shirts and 50s Havana-style caps have been dusted off and given their first test-drives of the season. I would rate them as successful. Girls are wearing less and less each day which is generally a good sign as it takes much of the guess work out of rating the physical state of passing females. That sounds really ill-natured but its just nature, if I could avoid doing so I honestly would. That way I wouldn’t be disappointed to observe far too many otherwise-attractive girls equipped with naval piercings, cigarettes and the ever-dreaded beer gut. All turn-offs. The trees have been steadily dropping their blossom fragments on the pleasantly filthy streets of West Philly. The time of rebirth is upon us and generally the universe is at peace with me. Still, I think my spirit gets easily vexed by Heat Transfer class.

I completed a pretty cool painting of Team Rocket. It took me the better part of a week, although I admit I don’t work efficiently at all yet. Whenever I paint I always second-guess myself and zoom out to see what it looks like. I waste so much time just staring at the unfinished piece that by the time it is done, I am sick of it. Still, I think this piece is a big step for me in terms of blending skin tones, lighting and facial detail. When the Hell do I ever find the time to paint. You can see a printed version at the AnnX Exhibition currently at Drexel University. I’m gonna upload that soon to the portfolio section.

Met with a client today. Could be a huge project for me, a chance to really make some professional stuff that I can ride as a portfolio builder and make a lotta money to boot. Still, the project is in its infancy and might not happen depending on budget capabilities. I also entered a logo design contest, dunno if I won yet, but Jay did win one of his own over at Rutgers. Check out Diving Tank Studios’ homepage to see what I mean. Generally, the freelance game is slow-going but Jay is moving here in the summer and I am taking a lighter course-load and some actually classes I might enjoy. Its all part of the spiritual-artistic state of the self. You know what I mean.