I find that I have a pleasant reaction to frustration and impediment.
Work harder.
It's not really a reaction that will fix all my problems in every situation, but at the very least it helps distract me from them.
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Well, in this case it's certainly the right response, as I only have three weeks left of school, and I really don't think I can be working hard enough.
After that I will be given a sheet of paper stating that i "draw real good" (regardless of actual talent), and will unfortunately have to uproot myself from the comfy nest I have pieced together over the previous year.
As is always the case I have accumulated even more priceless junk that I will need to sort through, keep, sell, or throw out.
My somewhat massive comic/art book collection continues to grow.
I will probably die in middle age due to me reaching for a "ranma" manga and having a whole bookshelf of pulp paper come crashing down ontop of my head.
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I think I read a story about that happening to a brother who lived in a maze of books with his blind sibling, and then the blind sibling died alone in the self built catacomb.
(anyways, here are two updated but perpetually unfinished drawings)
