Tis true kids. As I bring you this overly thought out and quite boring journal, I am currently illustrating the Bible.

Yes, that bible, the same one.

No its not an Easter thing, or a ridicule thing. Nor have i converted, seen the light, had a revelation and or had a near death experience. Neither, i assure you, am i running a temperature, delirious, on drugs nor have i watched the Passion of the Christ (or WHATEVER its called) too many times. (i only watched it once anyway and fell asleep at the end)

I am doing this most obscure thing for one reason. One word, really.

College.

College, for me, has provided a entry point to many many interesting things, such as a fascinating drunken trip to Bushmills, the experience of having (what feels like) dead chickens falling on the roof of your studio and a perfectly good excuse to improve my Irish, German, and Sign Language. It has also proven my theory that interesting things only happen in public on a Friday.

Yet, now i feel oddly compelled to storyboard scripture. I can only conclude that college has in fact killed my brain and eaten what remained of my sanity. Or it could have been that trip to Bushmills, if not singularly, I'm sure it helped.