"All this Middle-Class Talk..."
Probably the most epic day of the holidays so far (and it's only been a week)
I saw my best mate Milly today, for the first time in literally forever. That's a pretty big disadvantage with living away, you miss friends close to HOME home. But at least we got to catch up and I got to see her house for the first time! I found myself feeling a little jealous that she has a property she can call her own like that, but someday that will happen for me, too. It'll just take a bit longer for me. Her daughter Lily is quite properly talking now - although I can't quite understand what she is saying (and it took hearing the same phrase at least two hundred times to realise she was trying to say 'Alex' and actually get my attention), it genuinely feels like you're communicating with her. That said, I'm still shit scared of kids. But I did end up giving her a keychain from my bag that she's always been obsessed with so I feel like Karma may not be TOO bad there.
While we were out I went to see about buying a lining fabric for my Gabumon coat, but it seems like I've taken one step forward and two back now because I was thinking about a nice soft suede to make it comfy but the guy in the shop suggested a satin just like the one lining the fur jacket I was wearing today and now I don't know what to do. It was like £4 a metre but I'm gonna drag my mum to Trago on Monday and get her to help me choose something. If I don't choose something soon, I'll never get the project started and I'll be busy with uni again before I know it. Plus it's bound to be way cheaper in Trago.
The next thing I need for the project is a template. Since I've got no idea how I'm supposed to get a useable 'hoodie' template from the internet or from a book, it seems the only sensible thing to do is to cut up a redundant hoodie along its seams and modify the panels. My mum doesn't have any idea what I'm seeing in my head but all I know is the coat (if you can call it that) won't have a front of any kind, no inner to the arms and it'll have what I hope to be a really fucking realistic hollowed out wolf's head shape for the hood... you'll know what I'm talking about if you've seen the show.
I'm pretty uplifted at the moment. Yesterday I drove my ass to CBT in Exeter and when I got there, I happened to notice that someone has drawn a penis in the dirt on the back of my car. Not just any penis, but a very stylised, fancy, half a penis. When my phone stops being awkward on me I'll upload the picture because this must be shared.
I'd actually been looking forward to today for a while. Someone who my mum works with is travelling to Cornwall and she and her partner are staying here for the night. Mother tells me so many stories about where she works and it was exciting to see the people who are a part of that. Not to mention I drank an insane amount of wine. Which is insane. I don't even drink wine! I'm still graduating from alcopops to gin and vodka and Jack and all the other wonderful things that made me puke all over the bathroom floor at uni. But I chose that wine and I was very proud of my choice! I've never bought a wine before and (kinda by accident) read the label and the description of the flavours seemed pretty nice. I was just trying to make 100% sure it WAS red.
I'm sobering up a lot now, but I'm still feeling incredibly tired. I've had to get up early for the last 3 days, no matter what it was for, so I'm not setting an alarm tomorrow so I'll sleep in. But I NEED to get outside and exercise. Since holidays started, I had been out in the garden on the crosstrainer every single day because I have a food baby to shift. Yesterday it was raining so now my system is messed up. And not to mention two boxes of KFC I had today ON TOP OF dinner AND cheesecake AND all that frickin' wine. I feel like I'm about to burst and the body in the mirror makes me want to hang my head in shame. Things have to change.
I saw my best mate Milly today, for the first time in literally forever. That's a pretty big disadvantage with living away, you miss friends close to HOME home. But at least we got to catch up and I got to see her house for the first time! I found myself feeling a little jealous that she has a property she can call her own like that, but someday that will happen for me, too. It'll just take a bit longer for me. Her daughter Lily is quite properly talking now - although I can't quite understand what she is saying (and it took hearing the same phrase at least two hundred times to realise she was trying to say 'Alex' and actually get my attention), it genuinely feels like you're communicating with her. That said, I'm still shit scared of kids. But I did end up giving her a keychain from my bag that she's always been obsessed with so I feel like Karma may not be TOO bad there.
While we were out I went to see about buying a lining fabric for my Gabumon coat, but it seems like I've taken one step forward and two back now because I was thinking about a nice soft suede to make it comfy but the guy in the shop suggested a satin just like the one lining the fur jacket I was wearing today and now I don't know what to do. It was like £4 a metre but I'm gonna drag my mum to Trago on Monday and get her to help me choose something. If I don't choose something soon, I'll never get the project started and I'll be busy with uni again before I know it. Plus it's bound to be way cheaper in Trago.
The next thing I need for the project is a template. Since I've got no idea how I'm supposed to get a useable 'hoodie' template from the internet or from a book, it seems the only sensible thing to do is to cut up a redundant hoodie along its seams and modify the panels. My mum doesn't have any idea what I'm seeing in my head but all I know is the coat (if you can call it that) won't have a front of any kind, no inner to the arms and it'll have what I hope to be a really fucking realistic hollowed out wolf's head shape for the hood... you'll know what I'm talking about if you've seen the show.
I'm pretty uplifted at the moment. Yesterday I drove my ass to CBT in Exeter and when I got there, I happened to notice that someone has drawn a penis in the dirt on the back of my car. Not just any penis, but a very stylised, fancy, half a penis. When my phone stops being awkward on me I'll upload the picture because this must be shared.
I'd actually been looking forward to today for a while. Someone who my mum works with is travelling to Cornwall and she and her partner are staying here for the night. Mother tells me so many stories about where she works and it was exciting to see the people who are a part of that. Not to mention I drank an insane amount of wine. Which is insane. I don't even drink wine! I'm still graduating from alcopops to gin and vodka and Jack and all the other wonderful things that made me puke all over the bathroom floor at uni. But I chose that wine and I was very proud of my choice! I've never bought a wine before and (kinda by accident) read the label and the description of the flavours seemed pretty nice. I was just trying to make 100% sure it WAS red.
I'm sobering up a lot now, but I'm still feeling incredibly tired. I've had to get up early for the last 3 days, no matter what it was for, so I'm not setting an alarm tomorrow so I'll sleep in. But I NEED to get outside and exercise. Since holidays started, I had been out in the garden on the crosstrainer every single day because I have a food baby to shift. Yesterday it was raining so now my system is messed up. And not to mention two boxes of KFC I had today ON TOP OF dinner AND cheesecake AND all that frickin' wine. I feel like I'm about to burst and the body in the mirror makes me want to hang my head in shame. Things have to change.