Ha-Neo

College is almost over! Mindless whooping noises must ensue! Seriously though, yay. It'll be good to get a decent environment and workspace when I'm in Uni. Going from a tiny shared table between four people to my own desk will be a revolution enough were it not for the fact that everything is beginning to have purpose instead of ganging up on me until evaluation day. Speaking of which, mine is in about a week and I have a LOT of writing work to do. After that is my exhibition, and then after that is the holidays- to which I shall get my hallowed week of peace in the Lakes. This year, and hopefully every year after it, without dog. I love he

Feeling a bit rubbish at the moment, which can probably be pinned down to being bored and my main hobby of worrying too much. I know, a depressed teenager- the odds of that ever happening are completely nil (;)) but maybe it's just my environment, which isn't much to go by. The closer we tie ourselves into the mainstream of life versus work is the exact moment we want space to breathe and let go of it all. Most women try and combat this through shopping. Somehow this was never going to be my sort of pastime. I detest venturing into the chain buildings, and I repel shoes, so really, I'm not designed for any of it. It's sod's law of course, tha

Okay, so exactly two weeks since I had my interview, I got the letter from uni this morning...and I've been accepted! Yay doesn't even half cover the situation. The fact that it was my first choice one too just pwns it even more.../gloat. So, yes, I believe some form of heavy liquor is in order. As it's only five to one, I'll settle for an omelette. Or a cup of tea. Or both. In further randomness, I need a soldering iron. Glue guns can only take you so far before you realise that not everything can be fused together like some sort of advanced Bostik. This is the next level, my friends. Anyone even mentions Command Strip products and death wi