Sometimes they come back
... I know, I know, "frequency" isn't a word made for me, for sure.
4.44 A.M.
Good morning, world!
... The coffee maker looks at me. It's a true fellow; it spits out the holy drink slowly; little zen coffee maker for a littlezen coffee addicted.
This time I have a good new, and it pertains to my next year in this world: Q. will be at the university. Communication design will be my course of studies. I'll study design (OMG! Really?!), computer graphic and publishing, history of visual communication, marketing, etc etc... It's the course of studies that creates the art directors - but it's a wide area, you will be ready for several jobs - if you're skilled, able, and armed with a sharp self-esteem, I suppose.
(Damn. Why the hell do I end up without cigarettes every times I'm writing here?)
... But I was writing about self-esteem. At the university I'll study English, and I think it could be a good thing. I throw over my good intentions to studying English every day. The grammar books lie down on my desk. Too many stuff to do, I suppose. My incapacity to organizing the 24 hours I have every day, I suppose.
(No way I stay here without cigarettes.)
...
(God blesses my mother, who at 5.15 A.M. comes back home with cigarettes.)
... But I was writing about organization - the skill I don't have.
In this time I'm drawing (say "hello!" to the new pen tablet; tomorrow I'll have it; it's this), entertaining myself with graphics, studying CSS (as usual) for a two or three column layouts.
Look at this cover:
It's a part of my new graphic era (wow!). No, I'm not satisfied, but it's a good first step. The translation of "Come Copione Comanda" is "as play script commands", I suppose. (Q.'s leitmotiv: I suppose.)
Anything else?
I watched the TV series Hornblower; watching it lying down in my bed is pleasant; sea, arms and theslowly climb of a young man. Anything else? No, it's all right.
4.44 A.M.
Good morning, world!
... The coffee maker looks at me. It's a true fellow; it spits out the holy drink slowly; little zen coffee maker for a little
This time I have a good new, and it pertains to my next year in this world: Q. will be at the university. Communication design will be my course of studies. I'll study design (OMG! Really?!), computer graphic and publishing, history of visual communication, marketing, etc etc... It's the course of studies that creates the art directors - but it's a wide area, you will be ready for several jobs - if you're skilled, able, and armed with a sharp self-esteem, I suppose.
(Damn. Why the hell do I end up without cigarettes every times I'm writing here?)
... But I was writing about self-esteem. At the university I'll study English, and I think it could be a good thing. I throw over my good intentions to studying English every day. The grammar books lie down on my desk. Too many stuff to do, I suppose. My incapacity to organizing the 24 hours I have every day, I suppose.
(No way I stay here without cigarettes.)
...
(God blesses my mother, who at 5.15 A.M. comes back home with cigarettes.)
... But I was writing about organization - the skill I don't have.
In this time I'm drawing (say "hello!" to the new pen tablet; tomorrow I'll have it; it's this), entertaining myself with graphics, studying CSS (as usual) for a two or three column layouts.
Look at this cover:
It's a part of my new graphic era (wow!). No, I'm not satisfied, but it's a good first step. The translation of "Come Copione Comanda" is "as play script commands", I suppose. (Q.'s leitmotiv: I suppose.)
Anything else?
I watched the TV series Hornblower; watching it lying down in my bed is pleasant; sea, arms and the