Forgot what I'd been living for
Bloody hell. One of these days I will listen to Hallelujah all the way through and no-one will interrupt. So the song is 4 minutes 9 seconds long. Does this mean I can't go 4 minutes 9 seconds with out somebody knocking on my door/ hanging around in my room/ calling something up the stairs? Surely this can't be right?
In other news.
I got into Falmouth!
SQEEEEEEE. OMG. Cannot actually believe it. I am terrified my acceptance letter will get lost in the post. I get to move to Cornwall. Right near Land's End. And draw, like, all the time. I sincerely hope no one rings me up to tell me there was some mistake. OMG.
I wanted to spend my day off today doing something exciting but turns out I don't have a life. Will need to work on that. Anyway, my dad said we could go for a walk along the mayflower before he picks up Jane, so that's something. In fact it's pretty near exciting when you compare it to pottering around your room all day trying to listen to hallelujah.
Art college is quite good at the moment. Dan's disappeared again, but the difference is- this time nobody cares. Or maybe that's not true, maybe it's just me who doesn't care. Anyway, I'm doing my Final Major Project on relief and 3 dimensions, using boats and the sea as a subject. This isn't completely illustration I suppose but it's loads of fun. I made a model boat with little pull out tabs that tell you what the parts are, and then covered it in the pages of a book on oceans. Haha. eventually Andrew Carnie will come along and point out all the flaws and probably the fact that I'm not following my SOI, but oh well. And Lucy and Jane taught me how to develop film last week :D
I'm fed up with boys, though. All the nice ones are fictional or married. Humph. (and yes I realise if someone's old enough to be married they're probably too old for me). Not exactly a major life problem at 19 but would be nice if there was at least the impression that there was someone out there. hmmm.
Anyway, am not going to ruin the falmouth thing by getting hung up on the lack of nice boys, in manner of teenage girl (which, I suppose, I am). Am going to try to listen to Hallelujah again.
In other news.
I got into Falmouth!
SQEEEEEEE. OMG. Cannot actually believe it. I am terrified my acceptance letter will get lost in the post. I get to move to Cornwall. Right near Land's End. And draw, like, all the time. I sincerely hope no one rings me up to tell me there was some mistake. OMG.
I wanted to spend my day off today doing something exciting but turns out I don't have a life. Will need to work on that. Anyway, my dad said we could go for a walk along the mayflower before he picks up Jane, so that's something. In fact it's pretty near exciting when you compare it to pottering around your room all day trying to listen to hallelujah.
Art college is quite good at the moment. Dan's disappeared again, but the difference is- this time nobody cares. Or maybe that's not true, maybe it's just me who doesn't care. Anyway, I'm doing my Final Major Project on relief and 3 dimensions, using boats and the sea as a subject. This isn't completely illustration I suppose but it's loads of fun. I made a model boat with little pull out tabs that tell you what the parts are, and then covered it in the pages of a book on oceans. Haha. eventually Andrew Carnie will come along and point out all the flaws and probably the fact that I'm not following my SOI, but oh well. And Lucy and Jane taught me how to develop film last week :D
I'm fed up with boys, though. All the nice ones are fictional or married. Humph. (and yes I realise if someone's old enough to be married they're probably too old for me). Not exactly a major life problem at 19 but would be nice if there was at least the impression that there was someone out there. hmmm.
Anyway, am not going to ruin the falmouth thing by getting hung up on the lack of nice boys, in manner of teenage girl (which, I suppose, I am). Am going to try to listen to Hallelujah again.