So... There really is nothing for me to say. I've been doing the school and the work. Looking for a new job while cramming for finals. I upate my live journal on a regular basis, so that's why I wouldn't update here. I've posted my first piece of written lit there. I was inspired to write it by a man named Charles Bukowski and his book 'Notes of a Dirty Old Man.' Those who know Bukowski can probably ken the style I've chosen to write in. Those who don't, well... I'll just say that Bukowski is very much like title of his book and has inspired me to write something nasty. I you are interested in reading it here is the link to my lj site. I'll probably upload it here too... when I get the time to mess with the posting software.
I've fixed my scanner. Finally. Hopefully with the summer so close I'll finally be able to post some art.

So, it's been ... just about forever since I updated the journal here. Got an Lj over the summer.

Me at Live Journal = pokadot_pirate

Haven't fixed the scanner yet. The most action it sees at the mo is me printing out assignments for school. That part works at least.
That's that. This semester's killing me. I'll fix my scanner ... eventually. Sigh.

FREEDOM! Woot! Yay for being out of school. Slept 17 hours after my test on Friday and then stayed out all weekend with buddies. Man... I really missed being able to do that. It was great! Got a buddy of mine flying in tomorrow from South Carolina and then two more on the 17th. All military. ... Weirdos. Haha. Going fishing the first two weeks of June. Working the rest of it. Road trip in July. Hopefully. Japan in August... maybe. I might not be able to afford that once I buy a car. Got to pay for school. Bleh.
So, have you ever had those dreams where you wake up and go WTF! with the little word bubble above your head and everything? Sure you have. Well, a couple of nights ago I had one of those. I was driving my friend's car (the one that I'm currently borrowing) and picked up a couple of hitchhikers, one that always seemed to be sleeping and the other one that reminded me of my friend Mike. I was driving home form work and the dude that reminds me of my friend Mike says that he's hungry so we stop at a McDonald's. This kid's (the sleeping one) dad shows up---and for some reason he's in a white football helmet---with the rest of his family in this strange serial-rapist-like van and demands his son back. I get all righteous and stuff over this kid I don't know fighting with his dad in the parking lot. Then the kid actually wakes up and gets out of my car. His dad pulls out a shotgun and shoots him. I tell the other dude to call the cops and then the dad shoots me in the stomach and then shoots the other dude and then runs away. So, the dude and the kid are dead. I call the paramedics, who tell me that they are not going to send an ambulance to come get me because I'm going to die anyway and it wouldn't be worth their time. What the Hell? So, a couple hours passes by and it's morning, I'm somehow still alive and bleeding like a mother fucker. I talk this lineman into taking me to the hospital and the doctors don't even patch me up. They just stick my in this glass box of a room that's really just that. It's a glass box sitting up on a platform across the street from a ranch, who's only animal is a miniature horse that reminds me of Ivan's Magic Pony. I make friends with the pony. Don't ask. So, I try to escape a bunch. Get caught every time. I'm still bleeding madly from the stomach by the way. The one time I really escape, I'm given a sword and told to pick an octopus. The octopus are really small and multicolored and somehow I'm supposed to fight with one tied around the end of my sword by its head. Even in my dream I was wondering how to work that one. Anyway, I don't know what I'm supposed to be fighting for, but I make my way over to the ranch. And then lightning flashes and I talk to the pony some more. I sit against a strangely convenient pillar and look at my stomach and think about the fact that there is blood all over my jacket. Then I get caught one final time and when the door shuts and latches on my glass room it's like the finality of a lifetime sentence. So, I'm staring out at the lightning and holding my bleeding stomach when I wake up to my cell phone ringing. The end. The part that really got me was the fact that I was still bleeding through it all and it was really vivid. I could feel the blood spurting from between my fingers and running down my shirt and pants. It was weird. The WTF part though was the paramedics telling me that they wouldn't come get me because I was going to die anyway. That one bugged me for hours after I woke up. I get shot in the stomach (it's a lengthy painful way to die) by a crazy guy in a football helmet with a shotgun and then the medics just flat out tell me that I'm going to die so they won't come get me. Ouch. That' just bugs me. It's ridiculously funny, but strange.
DUDE! It fucking rained! I LOVE the RAIN!

Woooo! Blowing off homework! Still. Not working now. Yay! I can finally sleep. Been forgetting to eat. My boss yelled at me for that yesterday. She took me out for icecream afterwards though. ^.^ Woot. You know those drumsticks that are the vanilla in the cone that's dipped in chocolate and then nuts... yeah. Drool.
Haven't fiddled with my scanner yet to figure out what's wrong with it. Don't know why. I've been putting off homework, so I have the time... hm... Finals start in five days. Not prepared. Nope. Not at all. Haven't done any of the work for my CS class. Didn't do the final project for my MIPS class. Christ... Where has the motivation gone?! Into one of my books. I figure anyway. The one I'm currently working on has over doubled in size since the beginning of the semester. I finally get to working on one of my books after ages of writer's block and school sufferes. Badly. I'm not sure why I'm trying to be an Engineer. The work is easy... but incredibly boring. So, I haven't done any of it. Except in Calc and Engr Econ. Those are probably the only two classes I'll be passing this semester. Well, I'll probably pass my MIPS arcitecture class, but that's because the final's going to be a piece of cake. The more classes I take in my major, the more I think I'm not going to like my job once I get out. I should have just gone into Automotive Mechanics. I like working on cars. I hate when they break down, but I really like working on them. My car's a piece o'crap and broken at the moment and with no time to fix it... I'm borrowing a buddy's. I need a new timing belt, one of my oxygen censors is out, and one of my catalytic converters is plugged. Yes, I have two. Yes, it's a POS Kia. I was desperate at the time and I am poor. Sigh. And I need a new laptop this year. Mine's starting to crap out on me. Why? Why does everything break at once? It's like some kind of built in moronic irony of the universe. Bleh.
On another topic. Anyone who likes children's stories, or is into the weird and absolutely facinating, go read The Plucker by a nutcase called Brom. It's a kids story for adults. Twisted and dark. The story is incrdible and the art is amazing. It really tweaks the bone that secretly loves all the monsters that hide in my closet and under my bed.

So......
I've finally made an icon. YAY! for the icon. And here is the perverbial BUT, I can't get my scanner to scan it properly. Not just my icon, but the last several images that I've tried to scan only get like maybe 30% of the image. As in... I set my image in the scanner, tell it to scan (YAY! for button mashing), and then only get a square scanned that shows a thumbnail-sized portion of my image. Not the whole image, just a chunk of it. Like this picture of a dude I sketched in my electrical circuits class, it scanned a square chunk that included his wrist and part of the tattoo on his forearm. And I'm like WTF, 'cuz I was all excited that I'd finally get to dick around with something like that in PS (it would most likely turn into utter crap, but that's besides the point.) *sigh* I've decided that I now hate my scanner.
YAY! for hating my scanner.
... and for putting off all the homework and not wanting to go to class. Seriously, I'm behind in nearly every class except for Calculus. WTF! I've got umpteen million programs to write for MIPS and Java and bookwork out the wazzoo and a formal report for my Engineering Econ class. Bleh. And finals are in two weeks. I'm pretty sure I'm successfully screwing myself over. Heh. Oh, well. I'll pull it together once I stop working 4:30 to midnight everyday.