Returned practicly un-scathed!
Well hey there you journal readers you!
Well i am back from the dismel place that is Oxford (it becomes dismel when you have to spend night and day with your parents)This was a life scarring experiance! My parents had some how got it into their brainsicles that I like art, well I do but not 2 days of constant exhibitionss and galleries!!! total submerssion and all that jazz...I mean come on?? Who here does????!!! Well this national art thing was basicly about 30 1000 people seaters (markees) and it was scoooooooorching!!!!! seriously like and oven, I think the whole thing was some governement demonstration to show the causes of the green house effect. Fucking art, fucking markees, fucking heat, fucking governement. Then I was profusely knawed at buy various insects and I think at one point a small rodent!!! Then I was almost crispafied as someone was open air firing some clay pots n the flames got my arms,(twas a gud job my hair was in a make-shift bun fashioned using 2 twigs) thus a tres red arm and a voice like a 90 year old smoker. joy of joys. I then had to sit arround for a solid 7 hours continuously varying between Steven King and jk rowling. The high-light of this weekend was flirting with the RAF lads that had been forced to direct traffic as some kind of community service, that if they didnt do they would be forced to go on poo patroll in the park and denied access to heaven apparently. *part of me pitties them, part of me wants to point and laugh...* but they were fiiiine! A few asked for ye old mobly numero but i didn't have it with me at the time and I an bearly remember 999, so that was my chance of shagging out the window. Well if that wasn't bad enough I had to endure the whole bloody thing again the next damn day!!!!!!!!!!!! but i am now hoooooome! planning Birthday related malarkee (i found someone at this art thing with that name) and thinking about vodka..vodka, boys..and what to wear out clubbing...BUT OH NO SOMEONE HAD TO BURST MY "RELIEVED TO BE HOOOOOME" BUBBLE, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I HAVE A SPOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
this is just not my week...
stay tuned for future updates on "spot watch" and "bo count" oh yeah and the general dark cloud of bad luck that seems to have taken to poking me in the back of the head...*brandashes a comemorative art giant pencil at cloud o doom*
*siiigh* this is my life...
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Well i am back from the dismel place that is Oxford (it becomes dismel when you have to spend night and day with your parents)This was a life scarring experiance! My parents had some how got it into their brainsicles that I like art, well I do but not 2 days of constant exhibitionss and galleries!!! total submerssion and all that jazz...I mean come on?? Who here does????!!! Well this national art thing was basicly about 30 1000 people seaters (markees) and it was scoooooooorching!!!!! seriously like and oven, I think the whole thing was some governement demonstration to show the causes of the green house effect. Fucking art, fucking markees, fucking heat, fucking governement. Then I was profusely knawed at buy various insects and I think at one point a small rodent!!! Then I was almost crispafied as someone was open air firing some clay pots n the flames got my arms,(twas a gud job my hair was in a make-shift bun fashioned using 2 twigs) thus a tres red arm and a voice like a 90 year old smoker. joy of joys. I then had to sit arround for a solid 7 hours continuously varying between Steven King and jk rowling. The high-light of this weekend was flirting with the RAF lads that had been forced to direct traffic as some kind of community service, that if they didnt do they would be forced to go on poo patroll in the park and denied access to heaven apparently. *part of me pitties them, part of me wants to point and laugh...* but they were fiiiine! A few asked for ye old mobly numero but i didn't have it with me at the time and I an bearly remember 999, so that was my chance of shagging out the window. Well if that wasn't bad enough I had to endure the whole bloody thing again the next damn day!!!!!!!!!!!! but i am now hoooooome! planning Birthday related malarkee (i found someone at this art thing with that name) and thinking about vodka..vodka, boys..and what to wear out clubbing...BUT OH NO SOMEONE HAD TO BURST MY "RELIEVED TO BE HOOOOOME" BUBBLE, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I HAVE A SPOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
this is just not my week...
stay tuned for future updates on "spot watch" and "bo count" oh yeah and the general dark cloud of bad luck that seems to have taken to poking me in the back of the head...*brandashes a comemorative art giant pencil at cloud o doom*
*siiigh* this is my life...
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