Mental Constipation

Damnitall, that white shit is falling from the sky again!

(This has absolutely nothing to do with the rest of my entry, and I appologize for this. I just had to get that off of my chest. Now then, on with the show...)

I don't know if anyone but me has noticed the lack of any real substance in this journal as of late. For those of you who have (and who actually give a damn...), it's just a very predictable Winter Slump. I always feel dead at this point of the year, and I just can't seem to muster up the effort (or creativity) to produce anything worthwile.

I have managed to figure out what I am going to do with my education and Life. For the immediate future, that is. I'll try to post something about that in the next week.

I also checked with my Anatomy professor on rules for students going in the Cadaver Room on their own time. See, I no longer have the time to make it to my usual Life Drawing class (Which is my usual remidy for creative blocks.), so I'd like to be able to use the cadavers as still life models. Plus, being able to draw the muscles, organs and whatnot will really help me learn about them. Anyhow, my professor said that as long as a teacher is in there with me, it should be fine. I should be able to work out some times with him once we get settled into this semester.

( And now for the 'Analasys' of my Journal )