Online Portfolio

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Just another reminder that it is now the year 2009, I am old enough to buy myself a beer yet I still do not know how to drive a motherfucking car. The bad news is that this does not impress anyone. The good news? No chance of drinking and driving.

Good news to anyone who is interested in the happenings of my life; grades are good, studio reviews are decent, I did not retain my scholarship, yet I remain more proud of myself than ever before. Call it arrogance, but-- no, yeah, you're right, it's arrogance. I'm allowed, though. There's a sense of self-entitlement that will accompany me to my grave. As a recap from my last blog posting, a terribly grim one at that: I'm in considerably better moods lately, I got into Carleton, had a great year, and also realized that poetry is fucking lame if there are better things to do. Especially if the aformentioned poetry is in the language of Camões.

My report card for the year is as follows:
Academics: B+
(according to my CGPA of 9.3, fuck you Professor John Armitage, fuck you, I will warn future generations of you, fuck you)
Critiques: A-
(despite numerous 'fails', they were merely learning experiences. This will be my excuse for the time being. I have not lost hope in myself)
Love: F
(Loblaw's fiasco, enough said)
Being a good son/brother: D
(whatever, I'm technically still a teenager)

(My life is boring) Either way, more good news for people that care about me: I've taken advantage of free webspace provided by Carleton University and now to fill in my voids during yet another jobless summer, I have created an 'online portfolio'.

Since I have no real design work, it will jut have stupid scraps on it and may end up functioning like a blog. The blog won't be set up in as 'legit' a fashion as this one, so there's less pressure to update it. (This is good)

The blog can be accessed here.

There were many run-on sentences in this posting. I am sorry. This is simply how I speak and thusly it is how I write.

Also, the translation, not for 'Portuguese readers', of which I have none-- just for my own personal amusement. It is 3 in the morning, and I managed to watch 10 episodes of weeds while painting the most repetitive hard-edge known to man. I can do what I want.

Então...

A gente é no ano 2009, tenho 19 e agora posso me comprar uma(s) bebidas alcoólica(s). Mesmo assim, eu sigo não sabendo conduzir. Que bobagem. Isso me dá dois resultados: a incapacidade de conduzir não encanta a ninguém, mas também significa que não existiria a possibilidade de conduzir mesmo se estiver bêbado.

Actually fuck it I'm tired. No use writing this twice. Affff

Só quero lhes dizer que nâo posso me parar de ouvir o CD colaborativo entre a banda Fresno e Chitãozinho e Xororó. Deussss. té+, gêanti