Journals
That last entry was a bit pointless + feeble.
What I'm hoping to organise (urbane's idea) is a 1000journals.com type project for the hostees of nerdiness.net, with the contents of the journal then being scanned onto a page. I love this idea but what I'd love even more is if new people were getting involved. Actually I'd love to write to new people as well. That was the idea of inkblot but that never got off the ground. Typical.
Today was spent singing very loudly along to the Kinks and painting. (And later, the White Stripes so my dad was forced to go upstairs and play Manx folk music very loudly. Hmm) I have lost the ability to paint realistically, I just don't have the patience for it anymore. Oh well I loove my big brushes and bright colours way too much for that anyway.
What I don't get is how everyone stays so clean all the time. In my art class, which is full of perfect girls, they spend the whole lesson drawing and painting and come out immaculate. I come out with red splodges on my clothes and black smudges on my face. Is it just me?
Anyway because tomorrow is the last day in which to fill my sketchbook before my impending art AS exam I should really go to bed.. and do a psychology assignment that's three weeks late. Erk.
(PS: this entry took three edits to perfect because of my inaccuracy when I'm tired. If I overcome my fear of roads I should never ever drive whilst tired. Remind me of that my friends.
Why does my sister always stumble in even when she's not drunk?)
What I'm hoping to organise (urbane's idea) is a 1000journals.com type project for the hostees of nerdiness.net, with the contents of the journal then being scanned onto a page. I love this idea but what I'd love even more is if new people were getting involved. Actually I'd love to write to new people as well. That was the idea of inkblot but that never got off the ground. Typical.
Today was spent singing very loudly along to the Kinks and painting. (And later, the White Stripes so my dad was forced to go upstairs and play Manx folk music very loudly. Hmm) I have lost the ability to paint realistically, I just don't have the patience for it anymore. Oh well I loove my big brushes and bright colours way too much for that anyway.
What I don't get is how everyone stays so clean all the time. In my art class, which is full of perfect girls, they spend the whole lesson drawing and painting and come out immaculate. I come out with red splodges on my clothes and black smudges on my face. Is it just me?
Anyway because tomorrow is the last day in which to fill my sketchbook before my impending art AS exam I should really go to bed.. and do a psychology assignment that's three weeks late. Erk.
(PS: this entry took three edits to perfect because of my inaccuracy when I'm tired. If I overcome my fear of roads I should never ever drive whilst tired. Remind me of that my friends.
Why does my sister always stumble in even when she's not drunk?)