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um, overall, not a great day.
double physics followed by double maths - can you feel the joy?
at break, we had the raffle to see who gets to go to Peru, as there are 10 of us and 7 places. So as it transpires, I will be in Dublin in July and not in Peru. Which, to be honest, sucks muchly because I was meant to go last year and the whole thing got cancelled. and like, i'm not bitter, but the three of that are left in Dublin have all been really involved in fund raising for this particular project, where as some of the people whose names came out haven't been. but that's life. so yeah, not bitter, but too apathetic to use capital letters.
so then i came home and had to research my art project. and really, the history of self-portraits in the last 50 years can be described as:
i) how distorted can i make myself look today and
ii) sex, yay! or, if you're Francis Bacon,
iii) kinky sex! yay!
so you know, fun and games (um, literally) only we're meant to be taking inspiration from these for our own self portraits, so it's like "I'm just going to squint and pretend i don't understand."
Also, major case of the cabin fever setting in because the last time I was OUT out (as opposed to simply out) was at my birthday. Dude, where's my party? oh! I know, it's the class Christmas party next Wednesday (love it when holy days are mid-week!) but I will be in cambridge at my interview. So yes, no party for ash.
And V and D (aka the friends) are being antisocial and won't mix with anyone else in the class and I hate when they get like that because they can be such elitest snobs at time, but their arguement is that the *rest* of the class is snobby. And I know they include me in that. But you know, NEWSFLASH. I like things. I like things that are good quality. I even like things which are *shock shock* luxurious. But it doesn't make me a bad person. and I'm a damn sight more generous than either of them are, whcih doesn't say half as much about me as it does about them.
Wow, this wasn't going to be a ranty post when I started it. Love and joy and all that in the next post, I promise!
Oh, I saw the Constant Gardner at the weekend. I loved it, it's beautifully shot and amazing and woah, but like, you come out of the cinema thinking 'jesus, the world is a bucket of crap'. Hmm. More coherency later too. Maybe.
double physics followed by double maths - can you feel the joy?
at break, we had the raffle to see who gets to go to Peru, as there are 10 of us and 7 places. So as it transpires, I will be in Dublin in July and not in Peru. Which, to be honest, sucks muchly because I was meant to go last year and the whole thing got cancelled. and like, i'm not bitter, but the three of that are left in Dublin have all been really involved in fund raising for this particular project, where as some of the people whose names came out haven't been. but that's life. so yeah, not bitter, but too apathetic to use capital letters.
so then i came home and had to research my art project. and really, the history of self-portraits in the last 50 years can be described as:
i) how distorted can i make myself look today and
ii) sex, yay! or, if you're Francis Bacon,
iii) kinky sex! yay!
so you know, fun and games (um, literally) only we're meant to be taking inspiration from these for our own self portraits, so it's like "I'm just going to squint and pretend i don't understand."
Also, major case of the cabin fever setting in because the last time I was OUT out (as opposed to simply out) was at my birthday. Dude, where's my party? oh! I know, it's the class Christmas party next Wednesday (love it when holy days are mid-week!) but I will be in cambridge at my interview. So yes, no party for ash.
And V and D (aka the friends) are being antisocial and won't mix with anyone else in the class and I hate when they get like that because they can be such elitest snobs at time, but their arguement is that the *rest* of the class is snobby. And I know they include me in that. But you know, NEWSFLASH. I like things. I like things that are good quality. I even like things which are *shock shock* luxurious. But it doesn't make me a bad person. and I'm a damn sight more generous than either of them are, whcih doesn't say half as much about me as it does about them.
Wow, this wasn't going to be a ranty post when I started it. Love and joy and all that in the next post, I promise!
Oh, I saw the Constant Gardner at the weekend. I loved it, it's beautifully shot and amazing and woah, but like, you come out of the cinema thinking 'jesus, the world is a bucket of crap'. Hmm. More coherency later too. Maybe.