OH MY GOD GUYS ITS FINALLY TIMEEEEEEEE

Sorry I was late again. I'm still trying to finish my summer work. School starts in 1 more day. One more day left of freedom... (I'm still cooked)

Anyways, I drew out my profile picture as pixel art. I originally tried it on a 32x32 board, but it looked weird, so I switched a 64x64 board. I didn't want to exceed that since I'm still new to pixel art.

This is not too bad, but it was super simple since there was not really much involved in the process.

Actually really quite similar to aseprite. Nice. For android I've been using Pixel Studio, but I'll see which I like better.

BTW for anyone wondering what pixel art app is good for Android

Ive just seen ReSprite and it looks pretty much the same as Aseprite! They just released an Android version!!

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Oh my god i want a phd too but idk what the fuck am i suppossed to do a phd in like do they give you topics to choose from once you enroll in the course or it becomes evident to you as you complete your studies and reach that level.

it depends on the program. some will have you closely associated with a faculty mentor's research, like a traditional hard sciences "lab," but even in that structure you typically have to develop your own project rather than having it assigned wholesale. many of the milestones along the way, like course papers and qualifying or comprehensive exams, are often intended to help you explore potential topics before you reach the formal proposal.

i will not lie, my dissertation was originally inspired by a joke my advisor made in my first year, and i gradually fleshed it out into a real area of research as i got more knowledgeable in the field. it turned out pretty damn good for something that lodged in my brain over a post-excavation beer.

Ryo Yamada - Bocchi the Rock! [1]

vegans make peace with honey

no shut up do it

Bro is tired

You know, when you're young you think that everybody out there really, really gets you. But, you know, actually, only a handful of them do. All the people who like you, despite your faults. And then if you discard them, they will never come back. So, when you meet those people you should just hold on to them. Really, really tightly. And don't let them go.

k.b. // sex education - netflix

new vegas gothic

you find a a safe in a wall that’s [Locked - Hard], but can’t unlock it yet because your lockpick skill is only 63. when you finally get it to 75, you return, only to find the wall is bare. had the safe even been there in the first place?

there is a red marker on your HUD, and ED-E is playing is playing battle music. you ready your weapon and spin, darting your eyes across the flat, barren expanse of brown, but nothing is coming to attack you.

this would be a perfectly normal hotel room, if not for the dried blood on the floor, the skeleton in the bathtub, and the teddy bears stuffed in the toilet.

something glints at the mouth of that giant dinosaur statue. binoculars, or a scope? either way, you’re being watched.

crucified degenerates line the craggy road like a picket fence. they smell dead, but when a crow lands on one of their shoulders to peck at the peeling flesh on his cheek, you could have sworn you saw him flinch.

ever the scrounger, you find yourself approaching an abandoned trailer. there’s graffiti on the wall bidding strangers to KEEP OUT, but that’s never stopped you before. you enter, only to discover it’s filled with high-tech broadcasting equipment. “johnny guitar” loops on the radio, despite the fact that the equipment isn’t even plugged in.

you sit by the fire after a tiring day, to rest your weary legs and chow down on some iguana bits. as your teeth tear through the juicy, rubbery flesh, it suddenly occurs to you that you’ve never actually seen a single iguana in all your time out here.

you should be pleased that you successfully hacked this terminal, but the fact that the password was HELPME left you just a tad bit unsettled.

you return to visit your grave in goodsprings cemetery one night. as you stare down in the hole, you hear a ghostly whispering in the breeze, and you get the strange, sudden urge to climb back into it.