Right, currently I am fully prepared to believe in omens of the future. Why does this author, who is usually of the kind-of-epistemological persuasion, decide to do so? I was doing my admission exam at the Rotterdam Art College last Monday , and I experienced it as frightfully bad. There was no response, none at all, and it left a metaphoric bad taste in my mouth. What was even worse was the fact that the admission exam for my only alternative for an Animation in course in this country was due exactly a week later. There was no possible way I'd get any decent work done in the space of a week, not with my finals looming into view.

Today I found out that I am a complete idiot that doesn't take the time to properly read everything in front of him. The exam's two weeks from now. I'm saved. On top of that, I heard that someone whom I utterly loathe, and who was planning on doing the same Animation course, has pulled out. Abandoned ship. Evacuated the ward. Is it a sign?

I do wish that my exams were past already, I can't really work on the drawings I want to right now. As soon as March the twentieth has passed, I'll reinvent my style, and then God knows what else. And stuff.

Signing off.