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I always have these grand plans for my journal entrys that seem to fall through.
I had a week off uni last week, I spent most of it doing uni work. I have a habit of leaving my work to the last minute (I sort of wish I deferred this course for a year, becuase right now I just don't have the motivation for it.) I whipped up an "artwork" out of a tangled cut up tin can and wire threaded with corn, only to find that I finished it a week early, so now i think i might make a whole series of them, peas, carrots, ect. To my surprise I only have 3 weeks of my first year left, I thought it was more like 5. I really should look at my diary more often.
Last Thursday I met up with Cam, and had a great day, we walked about 10kms from the city to his house, just going from one park to the next. There's all these surreal little housing developments and ponds plonked in the middle of fields. We stopped and watched the swans for a while, one of them hissed at me, it was awesome.
I went to The Show with Courtney the weekend before last, we got in free since mum was working there and all I spent money on was dinner and a trip up on the ferris wheel (weeee!) and a NIN poster, that I have no room for. I really need to clean my room. There are some people who say their room is messy when the bed is unmade and there's PJ's on the floor. Then there's people like me. My room looks like an explosion of everything I've ever come across- CD's scattered on every shelf, things taped to the wall, things taped over the things taped to the wall, empty tea cups, piles of clothing on my sofa, crappy paintings, boxes of... god I don't even know anymore.
Anyway, on the way home from The Show I got a call from Tenille. She sounded the same as she always does, shallow and manipulative. I havn't spoken to her in 5 years and she calls up like we're old pals, spends about five minutes asking about my life, not listening to the answers, and then asks for someones phone number, someone who I very openly dislike, no less. I'd assume she was looking to score and resorting to very old sorces. Nothing's changed.
I think I may do some painting today, I was talking about it with Lucy (the only girl I know who can get away with using both sound effects and hand gestures to describe the flow of her period) at uni and I suddenly had an urge to paint something. I never know what to paint though.
I had a week off uni last week, I spent most of it doing uni work. I have a habit of leaving my work to the last minute (I sort of wish I deferred this course for a year, becuase right now I just don't have the motivation for it.) I whipped up an "artwork" out of a tangled cut up tin can and wire threaded with corn, only to find that I finished it a week early, so now i think i might make a whole series of them, peas, carrots, ect. To my surprise I only have 3 weeks of my first year left, I thought it was more like 5. I really should look at my diary more often.
Last Thursday I met up with Cam, and had a great day, we walked about 10kms from the city to his house, just going from one park to the next. There's all these surreal little housing developments and ponds plonked in the middle of fields. We stopped and watched the swans for a while, one of them hissed at me, it was awesome.
I went to The Show with Courtney the weekend before last, we got in free since mum was working there and all I spent money on was dinner and a trip up on the ferris wheel (weeee!) and a NIN poster, that I have no room for. I really need to clean my room. There are some people who say their room is messy when the bed is unmade and there's PJ's on the floor. Then there's people like me. My room looks like an explosion of everything I've ever come across- CD's scattered on every shelf, things taped to the wall, things taped over the things taped to the wall, empty tea cups, piles of clothing on my sofa, crappy paintings, boxes of... god I don't even know anymore.
Anyway, on the way home from The Show I got a call from Tenille. She sounded the same as she always does, shallow and manipulative. I havn't spoken to her in 5 years and she calls up like we're old pals, spends about five minutes asking about my life, not listening to the answers, and then asks for someones phone number, someone who I very openly dislike, no less. I'd assume she was looking to score and resorting to very old sorces. Nothing's changed.
I think I may do some painting today, I was talking about it with Lucy (the only girl I know who can get away with using both sound effects and hand gestures to describe the flow of her period) at uni and I suddenly had an urge to paint something. I never know what to paint though.