Previous days.....
Well. Let's start off with some ramblings.
After having my tonsils out...10 days ago now I've become a lot less dependent on my trusty painkillers.
It's a relief I have to say. They made me hallucinate rather a lot which I didn't mind too much as a bit of confusion is nothing unusual with my mind. But a few days ago I thought there was a horrible scary crocodile-looking monster thing next to me which I kept batting away with my hand...I must have looked like a right looney.
It's so surreal, I know it's not real yet I can't come back to reality and I'm really scared. Somebody made a noise outside, someone opened a door or something and I jumped out of my skin!
But anyway. Besides that mental state not a lot has been taking off.
I've been trying hard to get some work done. Well. I've got a bunch of artist research but I feel like I'm lacking a big part. Most of my chosen artists are rather pop-art-esque. I don't have much knowledge of anything else....help?
My current love interest, I'll call him emo-boy in the interest of privacy, has a large lack of money at the moment meaning; no visits in his chav car and no credit to text me with.
He's not really an emo boy, I just like to wind him up by calling him that. I find myself winding him up about most things really which makes me wonder why he's interested in me...or rather, still interested in me...However, it's only been a couple of weeks, give him time.
Emo-boy says that he's missing my critisism of all his work. He also said that when I get back *from dying in bed with my sore throat* he'll probably lose all his confidence he's built up over the past week or so.
I've lost half a stone of weight since last week. I'm not sure if it's good or bad. I quite like having smooth curves on the sides of my body minus the love-handles. But none of my clothes fit me! Well, rather, none of my trousers which really spells disaster considering most of them have to be held up with a well-trained belt anyway.
I remember when I lost a stone from having glandular fever and it took me about 2 months to put it back on again after scoffing loads of take-away junk food and, on the advice of my then art-teacher, cake.
So anyway, it must be time for some more tablets-anti-inflammatory-and a well earned nap.
I don't know how I'm going to get back to a normal life next week without lots of sleep. Nevermind.
Ciao.
After having my tonsils out...10 days ago now I've become a lot less dependent on my trusty painkillers.
It's a relief I have to say. They made me hallucinate rather a lot which I didn't mind too much as a bit of confusion is nothing unusual with my mind. But a few days ago I thought there was a horrible scary crocodile-looking monster thing next to me which I kept batting away with my hand...I must have looked like a right looney.
It's so surreal, I know it's not real yet I can't come back to reality and I'm really scared. Somebody made a noise outside, someone opened a door or something and I jumped out of my skin!
But anyway. Besides that mental state not a lot has been taking off.
I've been trying hard to get some work done. Well. I've got a bunch of artist research but I feel like I'm lacking a big part. Most of my chosen artists are rather pop-art-esque. I don't have much knowledge of anything else....help?
My current love interest, I'll call him emo-boy in the interest of privacy, has a large lack of money at the moment meaning; no visits in his chav car and no credit to text me with.
He's not really an emo boy, I just like to wind him up by calling him that. I find myself winding him up about most things really which makes me wonder why he's interested in me...or rather, still interested in me...However, it's only been a couple of weeks, give him time.
Emo-boy says that he's missing my critisism of all his work. He also said that when I get back *from dying in bed with my sore throat* he'll probably lose all his confidence he's built up over the past week or so.
I've lost half a stone of weight since last week. I'm not sure if it's good or bad. I quite like having smooth curves on the sides of my body minus the love-handles. But none of my clothes fit me! Well, rather, none of my trousers which really spells disaster considering most of them have to be held up with a well-trained belt anyway.
I remember when I lost a stone from having glandular fever and it took me about 2 months to put it back on again after scoffing loads of take-away junk food and, on the advice of my then art-teacher, cake.
So anyway, it must be time for some more tablets-anti-inflammatory-and a well earned nap.
I don't know how I'm going to get back to a normal life next week without lots of sleep. Nevermind.
Ciao.