An update full of actual informative stuff! (I hope, I havn't started typing it yet)
Well..
I am trying hard to say something about myself.
I don't write stuff about myself here of late.
Here we go.
This week I have done alot of gluing.. and thats all I can really think of this week, marvin medium.... marvin.. good old marvin, can you imagine marvin sitting experimenting with all kinds of goo, and discovering an adhesive goo which becomes flat upon drying and shouting "EUREKA!" I have found my medium! MARVIN MEDIUM!
Gluing is really boring.
On friday I went to have dinner with dan, we ate at a place that gives you hundreds of small dishes, rather than one big dish, we pretended that each of the small dishes was in fact a normal sized dish felt like fat giants.
On saturday me and susie went to work. We had about five sales the whole day. We wore the maniquinn wigs and I chased Susie around the shop. We had doughnuts and chicken sandwiches for lunch. Brian made us feel guilty about getting paid to work for him, and then told us we were going to get sacked soon. If anyone knows of anywhere in the area looking for part time staff I would be very appreciative of the heads up. On saturday evening we went to Susie's and watched some movies and talked a bit. It was nice but i think I will not watch Jack and Sarah again because it is sad. Also there is something eerie about maternal Richard E Grant.
Today I am reworking my self portrait and trying to write my portfolio commentary again. For those of you who dont know, a portfolio commentary is like a personal statement, but more up its own arse. I think I am going to have to write down what I really think about my portfolio, and then get someone who is a good bullshitter to rewrite it. (Wanted: Good bullshitter) My portfolio goes in not this week but next week. Isn't that scary? My art teacher says if it was a fair process, I would get in, but the fact is, application is a tremendously unfair process so fuck knows, then, Eva, doesnt say anything, so maybe my art teacher is wrong. In any case, I can't wait for it to go in so I can start a new sketchbook. All nice and brand new.. :)
My house smells of roasting chicken. Score.
I am looking forward to:
I am trying hard to say something about myself.
I don't write stuff about myself here of late.
Here we go.
This week I have done alot of gluing.. and thats all I can really think of this week, marvin medium.... marvin.. good old marvin, can you imagine marvin sitting experimenting with all kinds of goo, and discovering an adhesive goo which becomes flat upon drying and shouting "EUREKA!" I have found my medium! MARVIN MEDIUM!
Gluing is really boring.
On friday I went to have dinner with dan, we ate at a place that gives you hundreds of small dishes, rather than one big dish, we pretended that each of the small dishes was in fact a normal sized dish felt like fat giants.
On saturday me and susie went to work. We had about five sales the whole day. We wore the maniquinn wigs and I chased Susie around the shop. We had doughnuts and chicken sandwiches for lunch. Brian made us feel guilty about getting paid to work for him, and then told us we were going to get sacked soon. If anyone knows of anywhere in the area looking for part time staff I would be very appreciative of the heads up. On saturday evening we went to Susie's and watched some movies and talked a bit. It was nice but i think I will not watch Jack and Sarah again because it is sad. Also there is something eerie about maternal Richard E Grant.
Today I am reworking my self portrait and trying to write my portfolio commentary again. For those of you who dont know, a portfolio commentary is like a personal statement, but more up its own arse. I think I am going to have to write down what I really think about my portfolio, and then get someone who is a good bullshitter to rewrite it. (Wanted: Good bullshitter) My portfolio goes in not this week but next week. Isn't that scary? My art teacher says if it was a fair process, I would get in, but the fact is, application is a tremendously unfair process so fuck knows, then, Eva, doesnt say anything, so maybe my art teacher is wrong. In any case, I can't wait for it to go in so I can start a new sketchbook. All nice and brand new.. :)
My house smells of roasting chicken. Score.
I am looking forward to:
- Roast chicken
- The new arcade fire album
- Going to see another band play, any band really, someone interesting
- My birthday
- Dan's birthday
- "lauren oonagh and susie go wild in spain!" (Yes, that is the holidays name, WHAT OF IT?!)
- Knowing what I'm doing next year.
- Summer house parties.
- going to mugdock in summer
- swimming in lakes
- learning to play the harmonica
- painting my room into a white cube
- dancingdancingdancing! Just, dancing in general.