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ha ha ha ha I'm in in the midst of observing the EMPEROR MARKLE SPARKLE gallantly crawl around on MSN and ignoring him.Oooooh.
oooooh...
Oh hes 'lovely' though.He is.And VERY talented.I saw a painting of his and practically RIPPED OFF MY SKIN with jealousy.It was a VERY good painting.I was outraged.I immediately went into the garden shed and did something better.
Gary is ignoring me.I havent been summoned in TWO DAYS.yesterday the closest I got to his highness was observing him from the bus window, struggling up the road towards college in a most unseemly state...such bad taste in clothes can only be explained by the fact he must be very busy at work,slaving away over a hot print...anxious not to get his tweed dirty.Hence wearing rags.But GOD,He was slouching up the road in something CASUAL.how hideous!
Theres a large letter 'G' on the ground floor of my department.A large letter 'G' on the wall by the lift...signifying,surprisingly,that its the GROUND floor.I took it upon myself yesterday to add an A an R and a Y in black felt tip pen.
Hilarious!
All the tutors in my department think I'm a genius.
I've also been terribly popular lately with all the knobs in fine art,and wowed one of them with my fabulous skill at the game of SQUIGGLES.I really am too cool for my own shoddy department you know.If I hadnt had a nervous break down last year...or THREE should I say,I would definitley be in either sculpture or painting,but as it is I'm stuck in VIS COM.Stuck in VIS COM With people I'm really much better than.I quite like being 'best in show' again though,to be quite honest.I get jealous other-wise.
But people keep telling me I should be in fine art and I'm having regrets that I'm not.My parents are disappointed...and I KNOW I could of done better.
Now I'm stuck in the DULLEST department of them all.Its practically an OFFICE.Everyone else gets to bring ROAD-KILL to college and paint it...and I have to make MAPS for gods sake.Maps of 'fantasy journeys'.And then I go home to do REAL painting.
What happens if my best friend Mango decides to leave the department? hes the only interesting person in there...I'll be STRANDED.I'll have to practically LIVE in the students union,vicariously thrilling to stories of how yesterday somebody sliced up a cow and painted themselves with its innards.
I could be doing better.But at least GRAPHIC DESIGN is a guaranteed cash course.So I'll do my creative stuff on the side and spend the rest of my time raking in cash as a book illustrator.Thats what I'm doing.WANKY book illustration.
Oh now I'm not so pleased.
aaaahaa, but wait, I'm still FABULOUS.
one last thing...I only recently twigged to how many people are imitating GARY these days...I found myself doing the washing up 'Gary-style' yesterday.Also,He has a particular style of hug that everyones copying,where he bends at the knees whilst hes hugging,and sort of slides all over your crotch.Also people are copying his pout.And the whole union has stolen his tone of voice,a strident cackling kind of affair like the shriek of a gay hyena,that always ends with flamboyant hand gestures and a swift perfumed exit.
Yes,floridly ridiculous, but if it got Gary where he is today,to hell with dignity and lets all cavort around him like lobotomized monkeys.The system works.
oooooh...
Oh hes 'lovely' though.He is.And VERY talented.I saw a painting of his and practically RIPPED OFF MY SKIN with jealousy.It was a VERY good painting.I was outraged.I immediately went into the garden shed and did something better.
Gary is ignoring me.I havent been summoned in TWO DAYS.yesterday the closest I got to his highness was observing him from the bus window, struggling up the road towards college in a most unseemly state...such bad taste in clothes can only be explained by the fact he must be very busy at work,slaving away over a hot print...anxious not to get his tweed dirty.Hence wearing rags.But GOD,He was slouching up the road in something CASUAL.how hideous!
Theres a large letter 'G' on the ground floor of my department.A large letter 'G' on the wall by the lift...signifying,surprisingly,that its the GROUND floor.I took it upon myself yesterday to add an A an R and a Y in black felt tip pen.
Hilarious!
All the tutors in my department think I'm a genius.
I've also been terribly popular lately with all the knobs in fine art,and wowed one of them with my fabulous skill at the game of SQUIGGLES.I really am too cool for my own shoddy department you know.If I hadnt had a nervous break down last year...or THREE should I say,I would definitley be in either sculpture or painting,but as it is I'm stuck in VIS COM.Stuck in VIS COM With people I'm really much better than.I quite like being 'best in show' again though,to be quite honest.I get jealous other-wise.
But people keep telling me I should be in fine art and I'm having regrets that I'm not.My parents are disappointed...and I KNOW I could of done better.
Now I'm stuck in the DULLEST department of them all.Its practically an OFFICE.Everyone else gets to bring ROAD-KILL to college and paint it...and I have to make MAPS for gods sake.Maps of 'fantasy journeys'.And then I go home to do REAL painting.
What happens if my best friend Mango decides to leave the department? hes the only interesting person in there...I'll be STRANDED.I'll have to practically LIVE in the students union,vicariously thrilling to stories of how yesterday somebody sliced up a cow and painted themselves with its innards.
I could be doing better.But at least GRAPHIC DESIGN is a guaranteed cash course.So I'll do my creative stuff on the side and spend the rest of my time raking in cash as a book illustrator.Thats what I'm doing.WANKY book illustration.
Oh now I'm not so pleased.
aaaahaa, but wait, I'm still FABULOUS.
one last thing...I only recently twigged to how many people are imitating GARY these days...I found myself doing the washing up 'Gary-style' yesterday.Also,He has a particular style of hug that everyones copying,where he bends at the knees whilst hes hugging,and sort of slides all over your crotch.Also people are copying his pout.And the whole union has stolen his tone of voice,a strident cackling kind of affair like the shriek of a gay hyena,that always ends with flamboyant hand gestures and a swift perfumed exit.
Yes,floridly ridiculous, but if it got Gary where he is today,to hell with dignity and lets all cavort around him like lobotomized monkeys.The system works.