Smack.

Crikey. That was over pretty quick. As always. Hope everyone had a good christmas. I went into brum today to spend my christmas money and I found nothing. I was gutted. Even the fantastic oasis was shut so I couldn't get any decent rock night stuff. I ended up doing an incredibly boring and sensible thing that I was pretty shocked about. Yes, I actually put money INTO my bank. Though I have just bought a wine coloured corset online. :) My other favorite shop in town 'CULT' has become a trendified pile of donkey balls. So I'm gutted ahout that too. For some reason America has all the good clothes shops... not that you can tell from how they dress.

I have to go on a plane tomorrow. I'm flying off to Belfast with Niall so he can see his family over the christmas holidays. I'm scared. Even though I've met them before I can't help but feel uneasy about seeing them. Got to be done though I suppose.

If anyone cares I got the following for christmas... money, perfume, the shining and a perfect circle dvd, two bags, some jack daniels, a skirt and bright red lacey top from heavy red, a dress, some kinky pants from mom (!), some charms for my bracelet, looooads of chocolate-always welcome, some books for uni, some japanese chocs and some wierd japanese nightmare before xmas goodies from my bro and a jack skellington purse. We also fed my mom with Sloth cocktail and she loved it. Another convert courtesy of me. Ooh and my bro phoned from japan on christmas eve totally sloshed (it was 4 in the morning there), bless him. It was nice to have a little chat with him. He's loving it out there. I think he was missing the christmas spirit of the UK though, it's no big deal over there. If he stays on next year I definatly want to try and get over there though it's totally ridiculous fares for flights. Stupid airlines.

Still have no plans for new year. No one can afford anything this year and everyone's off to different parts of the country so it's a bit tricky. I'll probably end up staying in for a change. Totally free, lots of drink, totally warm and no drunk people puking and trying to kiss you at midnight. Not all that bad especially when you're broke. And no, I'm not spending my money on New Year. It's not worth it. I'm not spending money for something completely inevitable which doesn't change no matter how drunk you get. That's stupid.

Anyhoo. I'm off to pack. Flying off in a noisy, metally/plastic tube with wings tomorrow. I hate planes.

Home

Wooohooo! I'm home. I kinda came home twice because we forgot to pick up the fish tank. Other than that, It's been a pretty uneventful few days. No electric nightie scares, no explosions, no spiders (yet). I've been buying yet more materials, reading stuff for my critical report and working on the man-appliances thingies. The iron's finished, the hoovers in progress. Not doing too badly. I'm so glad to be home. mom just cooked a fab shepards pie. mmmmm. Off to the pub tonight to catch up with some buddies, then tomorrow after doing some more work, it'll be off to the pub again for the usual christmas eve drinks and pressie fest with my mates from home.

I did try and get into another persons car the other day. It was parked not far from mine and looking godamn the same so I was bound to get confused!! Some people are so rude... fancy parking the SAME car near mine! the cheek of it! Needless to say I didn't get arrested or anything.

I'm missing rock night, it's been about two weeks now. I'll have to get myself off to edwards number 8 at some point, give my boots an outing. It'll be a bit nippy in my short skirts though. May require my stripey long socks... hrm.

I think jonjon was upset because I didn't get him a present this year. I got him one last year and I got nothing not even a card so this time I didn't bother due to short funds etc. That's fair enough I think. Cheeky sod trying to make me feel bad. It worked though. But he's still not getting anything. ha ha

Might be my last post 'til after christmas so have a goodun guys. Hopefully I'll have something to say then too.

xx

winter blues

I'm bored. So so so so bored. I just want to go home now but I've got another day to waste before I get collected and taken home to a warm house, lots of free food, and me mums cooking... mmm. Everyone left a while ago, it was lovely seeing Ktp again and she got me a cool bag all the way from india. Jonjon kept trying to beat me up but he foolishly forgot how beautifully sharp my teeth are. mwah-ha-ha-ha.

My moniter's being slowly eaten by a strange green mist in the corner which is turning everything up there a funny colour and it's doing wierd things to my eyes. My house is cold. My room's looking empty. There's nothing on tv. Dave didn't give me a christmas-goodbye hug (I waited for him to give ME one this time). I have lots of work to do but can't start it because most of the stuff I need is at home. And my tummy hurts.

I feel sad. :(

Sooooooo....

... not long to go now until christmas. I've not done too much the last few days other than mope about, get my hair chopped off and go to the library for research, though the yesterday I did start my critical report. I spent a whole day on it and only got to bed about one in the morning so I've got a fair chunk of it done. I also did some artwork for Ashborn at some point, but all the last few days seem like a blur. I just really want to get home at the moment. I am looking forward to tomorrow though. We're meeting up with Ktp who's been away in India and has popped back for christmas. It'll be great. :)

geez, I wish I had something interesting to say...

3d or not 3d...

I'm fed up having loads of computer references when I try to research Three Dimensional Illustration on the net. Computer aided artwork and illustration is NOT three dimensional at all... it's pixels for gods sake!

Also... why do we put scarves, hats and gloves on snowmen?? Surely the point of these garments is to stop the wearer getting cold... Doesn't really work with snowmen does it?

Hrm. Two completely valid points me thinks.

Electric Nightie

The wierdest thing happened last night. I have a silk nightie that's always been prone to being quite static, however last night it freaked me out. I was taking the thing off because I was really hot, and I saw a flash of light on it. I thought it was my eyes, but Niall said he saw it too. The next thing I know, I held it up and there were little flashing lights on it in various places. This scared me to death so I flung it over the room where it sparkled through the darkness and landed on the floor. I've seen some wierd things in my time but a silk nightie that lights up and sparks electricity is pretty random even by my standards. I never knew static could do that. I was so bewildered by the whole thing I had to have Niall reassure me that static isn't dangerous and that it only takes a tiny amount to produce a flash of light so I'm in no danger of electrocuting myself in my sleep or anything. I've always been quite electrical, every now and then I've gone to stroke my cats and ended up shocking them with a bit of static instead which they're never too happy about. But wow. Maybe I could use my nightie to generate power.

On a less electrical note, I went to see Andy today and he was mightily impressed with my ideas for the appliances. Just wish I had the money to buy some materials so I can start making the damn things. Booo.

Christmas hat again! 

Slinky Santa

Christmas Rawk 

Christmas Hat 

Ladybug Ladybug, fly away home

The Ladybug left this morning. It was the last rock night of the year so it was nice the bug herself could be here for it. I had an interesting experience in the loo where a very nice girl named Pippa (which means something rude in greek) told me I looked really nice and had a lovely figure. Woohoo! I thought it was really nice and it made me happy. :)

The next day I took the ladybug to Nottingham for a christmas shopping trip. She'd never been before so I showed her round Ice Nine and Void etc. I think she was suitably impressed. They had a big german market on and we bought small glass pigs for each other from a German Val Kilmer look-alike. We also saw Father Christmas protesting on behalf of the "Fathers for Justice" organisation. He was on top of the pass over with police surrounding him below. Quite amusing. We ate dinner in the Pit and made a sausage pact while we drank 'Envy' cocktails. The pact was basically that we're not going to get so old and bitter that we don't laugh at the word sausage. I didn't buy much; just a few christmas cards, some fingerless stripey gloves, and some fishnet arm thingies. After almost ending up in Norwich by bording the wrong train, we finally made it home and got some dvd's out from blockbuster. We watched a wierd film called "wicked" which was about a girls slightly bizarre and disturbing relationship with her father after she murders her mom. Hrm.

Yesterday I showed the Bug around town. She managed to find a lovely dress to wear to a christmas party next week. She's going to look fab. I bought nothing but a Santa hat, which has been keeping my head warm ever since. In the evening moi, Ladybug, Niall, Dave, Jon, Rob and lots of Dave's hockey mates went to the Griffin (where we were given free fluffy christmas thongs and boxer shorts as part of a Wkd promotion; lets just say I don't think I'll be wearing mine on christmas day.)and The Phantom, where Dave said I wasn't sexy, so I gave him a slap. After much drinking, we spent about fifteen minutes in the smelly, overcrowded Echoes, though I did get to headbang to Busted and Tina Turner. On returning home we had a big debate about hatred, prison sentances, crime and the death penalty. Aaaah...

So yeah, it's been a fun weekend, and the house seems really quiet now the Ladybugs flown away but I'll be seeing her along with my other mates when I go home for christmas. Having such a good weekend has meant I haven't done any work on my ideas for Andy on Tuesday so I really should get some done tonight.

i feelin gd todae... haha...sic

Well project ideas are coming along nicely. Thanks goes out to bunny and sook. Cheers misters. I'm also thinking a vacuum cleaner, scrubbing brush, lawnmower, bbq and iron. So any guys who can offer me any help will be much appreciated. My lawnmower currently has go faster stripes, a HUGE engine on the back with an exhaust and of course the wing on the back. aaaah the chav's will love it... or should i say luv it. Speaking of which, I've been browsing a few blogs today and it really annoys me when people can't be arsed to type proper words. If you can't be arsed to type properly then why bother having a blog?! It's not communication it's just laziness. It's all stupid text speak and some of it is almost impossible to decipher... unless i'm just turning into a fogey of course. Here's an example:

"...todae woke up at 7.30..earli sia..yesterdae actualli wanna sleep at 10plus to 11 de..in the end sms wit frens till 12 plus sia..haha..sleep like nv sleep..haixx.tired..went out at 8.10..meet cousins at 8.30 at the bus stop..toopid cindy and candy..late again sia..haha..den we take e mrt all e way to jurong..den we went to jurong centre...reach there at around 9.15..den we went to the mac..the three of them see me eat..haha..cox i nv eat breakfast..then hungry mah..haha..den after that we went to the fuji ice skate place..it was onli around 9.50 like that..the skate park onli open at 10..so we waited outside den at 10..we went in...we buy e ticket and we collect the skate shoes..."

Whaaaaaat?!?!?! These sort of blogs usually come with really StUpId WrItInG LiKe ThIs on it somewhere. Why oh why oh why?

Only a few hours to go 'till Bug landing. I'm going to try and take my camera to rock night tonight. I really don't have enough pictures of me and my mates, and it is my final year at uni so I may as well get the typical drunk student photos while I still can. I've done nothing today except clean the house, though I did find a forum with loads of men saying how much they liked small boobs on women. This cheered me up immensly. There are some nice guys out there, I've always known it but they're few and far between. To be reassured that not all guys like huge boobs is really comforting and makes me feel a little bit better about myself. It's just a shame, the majority let the others down with snide comments and pathetic, demeaning insults. In a wierd ironic twist, some men are happy drooling over large breasted women, yet require constant assurance that "size doesn't matter" when it comes to themselves. Anyways, despite that, after reading those pleasent comments from the decent blokes on the forum, I'm feeling good today. :)

Have a robot.

" Yup, good"

Good news. My tutor Andy said "good" today in my tutorial. That means he likes my work. I'm quite pleased. My next project involves making household objects appealing to men. Like an iron for example. Sounds easy enough... just slap a naked woman on anything and they're hooked. I also found out that Andy's brother in law is that Steve guy contestant on the X factor programme. He's pants though so no amount of "claim to fame" stories can get me to like him.

Only two days to go until the ladybug lands on the midlands and uni rock night. I haven't seen her since easter probably and she's one of my very best mates so I'm looking forward to it.

On friday night we got two films out, 'Secret Window' and 'The Missing'. They were okay. 'The Missing' wasn't quite what I expected. I thought it was a supernatural thing but it turned out to be more of a western. Hrm. 'Secret Window' was a bit more entertaining, though it had a wierd storyline. I suppose that's what you come to expect from Stephen King. All the same it wasted a few hours.

Seven Deadly Sins Cocktails Project 

Death by Boredom

I've decided that engineers are some of the most boring people on earth. It's not so much what they do, someone has to do it, it's the fact they talk about it 24/7. Put two engineers in a room and they can talk for hours with the smug satisfaction of knowing that any normal people nearby won't be able to understand a word they're saying. They talk random equations, about maths with no numbers just letters, talk about axels, sprockets, wishbone suspension, computational fluid dynamic wotsits and anything with a complex name that in actual life is just a godamn spring. Put more of them in a room and the dullness is doubled. The most amazing thing is the speed at which these conversations can flare up... it literally only takes a second for an engineer to meet another likeminded geek and the jargon spills out immediatly without fail. They can blabber on about it being interesting, or "hard" thus having to question each other non stop, but it's the dullest thing on earth and sometimes I just want to sit in my lounge, or even enter my own house without hearing about the worlds most boring subject within two seconds of being there!

fumes

woah two posts in one day...

Note to self: Even if it's freezing outside, always open windows when using a glue gun all day.

Freezing cold is NOT as bad as the fumes. Repeat. Freezing cold is NOT as bad as the fumes.

*passes out*

Rude Awakening

We were invaded by our letting agent and some random students this morning when no one was out of bed... bloody annoying. It'd be nice if we had a bit of notice before hand rather than just turning up. That's just rude. Jerks. On a plus note I did get two parcels in the post, one of which was my christmas present from Niall; a pretty black corset dress for our graduation ball. :)

So, rock night got off to an interesting start last night when we left the house without dave. There was a bit of a lapse in communication and we got mixed up as to wether or not he was coming with us. I got a phonecall when we were down the road from the poor honeysuckle shouting "you miserable sods". I felt really bad for accidentaly abandoning him, but he made it in the end and joined us when we got there. :) It was a good night, there were a fair few of my mates around and Mark brought along Loz which was really nice. It's great to have them both around. I had a fair old dance last night, I think I may have pulled a muscle in my stomach. I also got asked if I had a love interest from some rather drunk half trendie/half emo hybrids on the dance floor. Must have been my stockings.

I've been working alot this week, I've finished all my models and got them photographed in Notty, though some haven't come out as well as I planned. I may go back next saturday and take some more if I need to. One of my best buddies from home, the Ladybug is coming to stay next thursday so we can go on a shopping trip. I, however, won't be buying anything as I found out I'm over 900 squids over drawn the other day. This means I won't be able to afford to pay my rent after christmas. That poses a bit of a dilemma when nothing will be going into my account up until then, and plenty will be coming out in the shape of food, bills, materials and such like. Arse. I hate being a student. More still, I hate Tony Blair for forcing me into debt before I get a career, creating a huge fat cloud of overdraft, debt and doom on the rest of my life. Tosser.

I didn't get to see my tutor on tuesday so still no new project as of yet, though he said it may be to do with "fondant fancies". Hrm.

Kill

I hate crap days. Even worse are the days that squeeze as much crappness into a small space of time as possible. It's not even eleven yet and my day sucks ass.

I get up late on the only day I have to be in college early to get an appointment to see my tutor. I have to wait what seems like ages for housemates to finish in the bathroom, then leg it into college with my big basket of work. I see a magpie. I hate magpies, bastards. I get into college to find all the appointment times booked up until 2.00!!! *&?!@#!!! So with nothing to do, I face the choice of sitting on my arse in the studio or sitting on my arse in my room. Next, we have a fire drill. Then I find one of the other model makers on my course has won a place in the dimensional salon competition in New York. Without sounding like a big head, I happen to think my work's alot more original than hers. I like her work, but it's somewhat bland and none of it is contextualised. This pisses me off greatly as I've strived to do the best in my work and make it look different and interesting, then some dullard with all the creative flair of a rotting sprout comes along and wins something prestigous for playing it safe. Well fuck that. She even nicked my eyelash idea.

So now I have three hours to kill ( KILL KILL KILL) before I go in to see Andy and have him stare nonchalantly at my work, not give me a hint of opinion as to wether he likes it or not, then set me a new project to 'challenge' me.

I hope it involves poison.

A Perfect Rock Night

Here's my perfect rock night play list:

Kryptonite- Three Doors Down
Spoonman- Soundgarden
Golgotha Tenement Blues- Machines Of Loving Grace
Awaken- Disturbed
Licking Cream- Sevendust
Blackout- Hed (PE)
Local God- Everclear
La Ultima Hora- Breed 77
Anthem For The Year 2000- Silverchair
Smells Like Teen Spirit- Nirvana
Ace Of Spades- Motorhead
Epic/Ashes to Ashes- Faith No More
Where Is My Mind- Pixies/Placebo
Pet/Judith- A Perfect Circle
Starfuckers- Nine Inch Nails
Psycho- System Of A Down
As I Watch The Sun Fuck The Ocean- Boy Hits Car
Stinkfist- Tool
Bullet In The Head- Rage Against The Machine
My Last Serenade- Killswitch Engage
Here To Stay- Korn
Passenger/Change- Deftones
Halo- Soil
Down With The Sickness- Disturbed
Smack My Bitch Up- Prodigy
Chop Suey!- System Of A Down
I Don't Like The Drugs But The Drugs Like Me- Marilyn Manson
Closer- Nine Inch Nails
Drunken Lullabies- Flogging Molly



I got Bored.

Woob

It was one of those mornings where you don't want to get in the shower because the bathroom is freezing and the second between taking off your dressing gown and actually getting in the shower seems like an eternity. Then, as soon as you're in, you don't want to get out. Boo for cold bathrooms. The psycho shower curtain seems to be settling slightly, it only tried to smother me once before I got it to stick against the wall.

I've finished all my models though some are in need of a few tiny details before I head off to Nottingham to photograph them. It' s left me a bit high and dry this weekend so Ive made a start on making a few Christmas pressies.

Act of Stupidity of the day goes to Niall who I found standing in the bathroom for ages pouring a refill bottle of handwash into the empty one. Why didn't he just take off the plungy top thing and stick it in the new one, I hear you ask? Because he's Irish. That's why.

Rock night was cool last thursday. For a change I wore my "Burton-esque" stripey trousers, with a waist-clincher and halter neck. Woob! The music was a bit punky for a few hours but it got alot better towards the end of the night with some of my favorites being played. :) Since then I've been working two days solid.

Mmmmmm cheese toasties....

How to be a domestic idiot

I planned to go work in the studio for a few hours this morning but I slept in too late (again) but I've been really busy since I got up. I went straight into town to shop for materials and also got a few christmas pressies in the process. woohoo. or boohoo if you're my bank account. I bought a strange sandwich to eat when I got home. Now I get really busy... Firstly I sculpted the shape of my next piece of work, 'Pride'. Whilst waiting for the world's slowest oven to heat up, I loaded the washing machine with my laundry and set it going, meanwhile I had the tap running for filling up the wash bowl to do some much needed washing up. Started washing up, after a few minutes I put my work into the oven to bake the clay and even remembered to set the timer. Carried on washing up, and continued to wash up the whole houses stuff that'd been left for god knows how long. I did at this point make quite a severe error... I managed to drop a plate face down into the washing up bowl creating this tsunami of bubbles and smelly water which cascaded down me, half the kitchen carpet and all the cupboards. Bugger. I could have drowned. It reminded me of the Great Ribena Explosion of 2002 when I dropped a bottle of ribena and it landed standing up, forcing the contents into the air and over pretty much the whole of our tiny halls kitchen. There was no time to hide, I saw the bottle slip and then I just saw purple. Everywhere. I stood there in shock for a few seconds with ribena on my face, in my hair, on my clothes, on the floor, the cupboards, it was even on my eyelids. I thought I would be blinded. Nevertheless, I survived. Anyway... back to me being a domesticated person....By the time I'd cleaned up the mess and had a nice patch of water all over my trousers, my work had cooked and I took it out the oven to cool. Whilst it cooled I dried some pots, put them away, then cleaned all the surfaces and the sink. God, I'm good.

Went to the pub on tuesday to meet some of Niall's engineering buddies. The conversation wasn't as dull as I expected, it wasn't all spongioboringial dynamics, and oogliobotronics or whatever. They were nice enough guys and I had a good night. Mark was a very drunken monkey that night and we had a debate about boobies.

Commited a slight sin in town today. I had to buy a Donny Osmond calendar for my mom's friend for xmas, as mom couldn't find one anywhere. I felt dirty.

Spider Update

It turns out the potentially dead spider on the bathroom floor was in fact a rather hairy twig stuck to a small stone.

You can't be too careful these days.

Fat Ice

Big news first.... Housemate Dave has actually done his washing up.

Thursday night was wicked, though I can't seem to remember much about it. It was very cold though. Then on friday I went home with Niall. Getting the train(s) back was a bit of a nightmare and cost me about £10. We went to see 'The Grudge' when we eventually got there. It wasn't the bad rip off of 'The Ring', like I expected and it wasn't overly americanised with too many pouting, so called 'attractive' people. It had some pretty striking images in it that can really get inside your head. I was scared. But I liked it. I don't want to see it again though. Ever.

Saturday we went into good ol' brum shopping. Cult is becoming even more trendy-ized every day and I hate it because it used to be a bloody good place. But hope remained in the form of The Oasis. Aaaaah I miss The Oasis. I didn't buy anything though, for two reasons... a) I couldn't find much I liked and when I could it wasn't in my size (bloody typical) and b) I haven't got any money. I did find a cool dress that was black and short with this furry black stuff round the top but it was too big. I was a bit all over the place that day and kept feeling really teary over things so I wasn't in the best mood to discover that being a size 8 makes you a freak to soceity and they refuse to stock clothes for 'the skinny abnormal' people. Get lost. I get a little bit pissed off at the amount of hypocritical larger people who make themselves feel better by slagging off small people. They moan about how they were picked on and taunted for being overweight, then do the same to smaller sized people. It seems the way to stop large people feeling outed by soceity is to simply make soceity think badly of anyone who is thin and that if they are they obviously have an eating disorder because no one can be naturally thin.....!!! Yes, nowadays, "real" women have curves and can be deemed beautiful yet if you're below a size 10, you're merely a freak with a body like a pre-pubescent boy. You can't solve one problem by just making others feel ugly. That's totally fucked up. But that's another day's rant I feel...

I did get Niall's christmas pressie in Brum. I didn't realise how big it was however and spent alot of time covering it with my scarf over the enormous Selfridges bag to cover it up and stop him seeing it. Anyways, in the evening we went to see 'The Incredibles'. It was well animated and had a decent enough storyline but it's not one of pixar's best.

Today, had a nice sunday roast with the family. And now i'm back at uni with lots of work to do. Boo. Oh and Jon wants me to write more nice things about him so here goes... Jon is a nice man.

There.

Dead Spider

I think there's a dead spider in our bathroom. I say I think because I'm not entirely sure it's fully dead. I mean it's only got four rather squashed and crumpled legs and it hasn't moved for a whole day, but I'm still not convinced. It might be pretending. Spiders are the kind of evil bastards who would pretend to be dead when they're not. Don't get me wrong, I prefer it this way than scuttling around but there's still something about it that's making me feel tingly and sick when I see it. And I can't get rid of it either. Not without veeery large boots on. Just in case. I looked at it (from a short distance just in case) for ages, trying to work out where it's head was but I couldn't tell. I don't care what anyone says they're evil. Evil. They can think you know. I saw one once. I saw one actually stop in front of a closed door and slowly lower itself to fit under. It stopped. It stopped to think about it. Clever. And that's why they're evil. They fly too. They fly through the air even though there's no web there. They know. And they know who hates them; they know who the weak ones are.

The only good thing about them is that they kill the males after mating. Good idea that.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

After my 'inspiration' trip on erm... yeh saturday, I set to work on the first in my project series today, Sloth. I'm illustrating the seven deadly sins cocktails from the pit, and I must say Mr Sloth is the cutest little character I have made. :) And it only took me an afternoon.

On Sunday I spent all day working on my Critical report so it's all up to date, PLUS I've been doing plenty of research, emailing illustrators and getting some nice interesting replies. It's good to know there's some genuinely nice people out there willing to help others out. I also bought two books today. I can't really afford them but I think they'll be invaluable to my work.

Studio tomorrow, to see tutor Andy then into town to get some materials on a budget.

Man, I'm a hard worker.

Freak Show

Bright lights, burger van smells, screaming, those frightening carousels with the horses with huge nostrils next to great big chickens, and endless amounts of chavs. The fair's on in town.

I got a red snake and a nemo balloon. :) Which i think i hit a kid in the face with.

Before that though, I was in Nottingham trying to get inspiration for my new project. This 'inspiration' came in the form of two cocktails and lots of "I can't do this godamn work". I did get a few ideas in the end though.

I've been quite shocked at the amount of people not wearing poppys. Thats not to say they haven't contributed of course but it doesn't take a great deal of effort just to show your support. Also, dumass idiots on packed trains who decide their shopping bags deserve a seat more than the tired people standing in the aisles, should go to hell (or just a train in rush hour)and be made to stand on pins for twenty days with no food.

Raah.

Great Big Baggy Rants

I have furry throat syndrome from last night. It was a wicked night last night, some really decent tunes were played and my good old Motorhead top got an outing again. I did get really really sleepy towards the end though. Before we left Niall finally managed to find some Kahlua to successfully make the cocktail Sloth from the pit. It was yummy although it was a funny colour. I’ve had a nice lie in since I’m not going into the studio today. I actually went in for all of five minutes yesterday and everyone had gone home, so I figured I was just as well working from home. I was wrong because I did nothing all day. Ha.

I’ve had two big rants all ready this morning. Firstly… *&$!ing Jamie Cullum. This guy is a nonce. He’s bland and annoying, his voice sucks, his useless “music” sounds samey and dull, he wrecks perfectly decent, if not brilliant songs, and if I ever see him I’ll stuff piano keys into his eyes and tie the strings around parts of his body I’d rather not mention. In terms of say, Suddam Hussain, he’s not a bad guy, but he annoys me to the brink of me feeling physically sick every time I hear his name. Some songs should remain sacrosanct; particularly Radiohead songs… and he dared to cover ‘High and Dry’. Other songs he’s ruined include songs by Jeff Buckley, and they aren’t even half decent versions. He just sings bits more slowly than normal, speeds up and slows down again, then howls a bit and wobbles around like a complete tosspot. He just sucks.

Do us all a favour and sod off.

Then I had a go at smokers. There’s all this stuff about bringing in a ban on smoking in public placed and quite frankly I’m all for it. It was great to go round bars in New York without coming out smelling like a charred lung. I choose not to smoke. I choose NOT to inhale and put these chemicals into my body. If you want to smoke, it’s your choice, but don’t force me to do the same. Smokers can moan and whinge about their rights or whatever, fair do’s, you have the right to poison yourselves… just don’t do it to me. Get over it. Oh and pubs… having a no smoking area is pretty godamn useless when you have to wander through all the smokers to get there. Dumasses.

On a lighter, less toxic note… my tutorial went ok. However, I did loooads of work for it only to have my tutor hardly look at it and then change my idea into something else. Ah well. I did what he said, and it looks pretty good. He also liked the idea for my new project and gave me the go ahead to start it. On the downside, he said he wants me to try a ‘girly’ project with pink and fluff and stuff. This scares me somewhat. But it may be useful and a good challenge.

Oh, lastly I had a dream the other night where Arnold Schwarzenegger turned into this huge bat-like creature with a shrunken head, inside out skin and great big bat wings. He then proceeded to rip his wife into tiny little bits, like tagliatelle pasta.

my rooms a mess

The best thing about staying in all day is that i don't spend any money. There was no point going into the studio today because tutorials are on. I did loads of work yesterday, and hopefully i can finish up this project soon and move on to one with more scope. I haven't stepped out of doors all day which means i won't sleep because i've had no fresh air, but does mean i've done a decent amount of work and not spent stupid amounts of money on random things or food.

I miss my buddy mark who i haven't seen in about a week. I really need a good night out soon, i think a night out at Rock City is in order soon. Or even better, a trip home to go to the gallows and edwards. I miss them too.

Since i've been stuck in my room all day i haven't even seen anything wierd. Booo.

Tutorial with Andy tomorrow... serious discussion about the quality (or lack of) in my work. :S

Sucky Post

I really haven't done that much so this posts going to suck.

Rock night was cool on thursday, had a really good night and finally stayed 'till the end for a change. The music was better than the usual stuff so it proved to be a wicked night. Though i did keep telling Jonjon to "read about the 'shrooms". He also said that South Park was better than me. I thought that was harsh. At least i have a nose. Friday, I was really good and did loads of work. Saturday I had to pop into town to get some material for the underneath of the mushroom i'm making as my next piece of work. In the evening, we ate pizza and watched 'Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind', which i thought was brilliantly done. It's co directed by Michel Gondry and that guy is just a genius; he uses these amazing layers of imagery and narrative. Today i went to Notty to see the family and eat lots of food. My Grandma and Grandad gave me £50 to "help me out" bless em. It's much MUCH appreciated at the moment. :)

As for the Perfect Circle cd, I must say it's a slight disappointment. I think it's because it's a response to all the politics going on, and although it says alot about a perfect circles beliefs, its maybe not their true musical selves. It seems rushed, and there's not as much beauty in the songs as the previous albums. They just don't have heart as it's not coming directly from the core of the band. Don't get me wrong, songs like 'Passive' and even 'Imagine' have a good sound to them, but the whole album is more of an 'essence' of a perfect circle rather than their true form I felt. I like it, but it's a bit of a let down from the usual near perfect quality of sound, rythmn and lyrical genius that makes this band special.

Right, back to the mushroom.

Another reason i don't like mushrooms...

mother of all mushrooms


Other than their wierd texture and funny taste, this picture worries me.

I think they're trying to take over. One day... mushrooms will take over the world.

Where is my mind?

I've had one of those days where you forget about a million things. It all started when i forgot to wake up at the right time, however i still managed to get up and into the studio for about half ten which wasn't bad. I did forget to take out my rubbish though. I worked in the studio for a bit then realised i'd forgotton some paint and my sewing box, so i went home after a bite to eat to get some more bits and bobs. On returning to the studio, i sat down, painted a bit then cut some material and got out a needle to thread it together and... hmm no thread. At this point i decided i'd give up trying to work in there and go home, or rather... go into town to buy Shrek 2. But oooh no, the forgetfulness didn't stop there... i realised i left my new as-of-yet-unbroken umbrella in the studio, i also realised i'd left my looney toons toy tokens for boots in my room, so i made niall run back for them before we got to far. About five minutes after that, i remembered i had some letters to post but i'd left them at home.

I had a mini spree in town. I bought Shrek 2, and got my free looney toons toy from boots. (They say free... but it was one token for every £5, and you needed ten tokens. Sadly, i buy alot from boots, and even more sadly... i wanted a looney toons toy). I'd been planning to get Daffy Duck but the beaks were all sqaushed and he looked like some sort of psycho so i plumped for Tweety Pie instead. I also bought the new A Perfect Circle album 'Emotive'. I'm listening to it now. I expect it will be ace, as is more or less everything they've done so far. Stay tuned for a review when i've listened to it through fully. Man, I love that band

Niall also got me 'Mechanical Animals' which i've been meaning to get for some years now, and he got me these funky gloves that go right up my arm, with buttons all the way up the sides. They're cool. :) We also stocked up on Baileys, Amaretto and Vodka so we can start trying to make the Sloth cocktail soon. God, i miss it. It's the best cocktail i've ever tried and i can get through a pitcher of it like theres no tomorrow. Easily. All we need now is Kahlua, cream and chocolate sauce, nowhere seemed to sell Kahlua. And even if we don't get it right first time, the experimenting will be fun.

Ooh, also, i think things are sorted with Dave. He spoke to me this morning and said he'd sent me an email but i haven't got it... dumb hotmail. But he said he doesn't hate me and that we're being silly. I bought him some choccies to say sorry. I hope he likes them and i hope things will go back to normal. :)

This is a much longer post than i thought it was going to be.

Feeling ... Blurgh

Walking through town in a bright wed rig, black horns, stockings and suspenders and black fairy wings, with Hellboy, a number of Zombies, a gangster, Captain Barbosa, a gladiator and Obi Wan... just a typical saturday night out in town or Mark's house's Halloween party? Yeah the party. It was cool, despite ending up in Vice Versa- ew. Everyone looked great though and it was good fun dressing up. Mark looked totally fab all painted up as Hellboy. In fact everyone looked cool.

I'm feeling really ... just below average at the moment and it sucks. Haven't done much the last two days. Sunday i caught up on some much needed sleep. Things still aren't any better with Dave. We're still not talking, i hate it, but i think i'm out my depth when it comes to solving this one. I don't think he's interested. Makes me want to cry.

On the plus side, I spoke to my good ol' pal Adam today, up in leeds. He says he has a Muse-related pressie for me but he won't tell me what it is!! Needless to say i'm really intrigued...

Studio tomorrow. Urgh.

Echoes

Echoes EP


Just got back from the Ashborn gig at 'the shed'. They were phenomenal as usual. Even the last band, who were a decent cross between rage against the machine, the chillis and something else, lacked that certain something that ashborn bring to the stage and audience. They also dedicated 'Rasina' to me and Ian (manager and general cool dude) ... though i'm no way as important as him when it comes to the band! I was so chuffed though, to do artwork for them and have them so grateful is such a privalege and an honour. Seeing my work on the finished cd is so wierd and rewarding. I bought a copy so that i can keep the signed one they gave me special. :)

Once again i had a really good time.

Also, theres a lovely rainbow effect going on around the moon tonight. Aah. :)

A Big Cardboard Box

Well, I just got back from notty. Mum and dad picked me up to take me out for dinner and a walk around the shops. I was good and didn't buy anything... oh except for a funky bat keyring because i keep losing my keys in my bag. I saw some horses disguised as cows, and the biggest cardboard box i'd ever seen. You could have fit about ten standing men in it.

The Halloween social was fun despite me and linz being the only ones who dressed up. Lots of first years showed up which was suprising. Mark managed to play some decent music and i got a little bit tipsy but it was a laugh. I wore my black and white stripey thigh highs, a short black skirt, black top, my black wings and my horns. :)

Rock night was also ace. It was just me and niall as mark was being a busy bee working, Jonno's skint, and i think dave hates me so he didn't come. But i had a really good night. Through no fault of my own I was befriended by a very drunk trendy cockney girl who had "never been to rock night before"... (ya think?!). But she had tried her best and had er... ripped her jeans to "fit in". It was quite funny talking to her, though i spent most of the time laughing at her drunkeness. I said hello to a first year illustrator that i met the previous night, and also a guy called Rich stopped me for a chat which was nice- i didn't even know he knew me. I was also approached by a random guy with floppy hair who asked me if i was all alone to which i pointed out that niall was actually lurking in the shadows behind me. He wasn't impressed. (hee hee) So yeah it was a night of randomness. The music sucked towards the end and we left early again, but they had played some decent tracks earlier on and i got to have a good bounce around in my big boots. Woo.

Off to see Ashborn play at the shed tonight. I wish i could afford new boots...

Another day...

... another slow net connection.

So last night I went to see ‘Hope of the States’ in Nottingham with Rfa, Dave, Jonjon and Niall. It was pretty good and it was nice to get back to a gig atmosphere; I haven’t been to one in months. The first support band were cool but I missed their name. The second band called ‘The Open’ were pretty dire, I thought, but apart from them and the guy in the front row who puked everywhere, it was a good night. Also it was free as I haven’t paid Dave for the ticket and Rfa drove us there and back!

I’ve got a pretty busy week… last night was hope of the states, today I went to the studio to see my tutor, tomorrow night is the Halloween course social, Thursday night is rock night, Friday-off to Notty with mum and dad, Friday night- off to see Ashborn play The Shed in Leicester, then Saturday is Marks house’s Halloween party! And between all that, I’ve somehow got to fit in doing some work. Bluuurgh. I was told today that there’s only two weeks until our first tutorial. I don’t feel like I’ve done enough work for it, but we’ll see.

A Perfect Circle have a new album out soon. Apparently it's a cover album of political songs. Should be interesting... if i can afford it.

Quiff in a Quake

Was reading the news and it said there's been typhoons and earthquakes in Japan. My bro's working over there. I knew he'd play his music too loud. He's probaby scared, i mean what if they run out of brill cream in the aftermath.

Hope you're okay bro.

silly

Well last night was interesting. I drank alot, got really hyper then went psycho. After a bad afternoon and having an 'ugly' day it all ended up in tears and Mark had to take me home. (Thanks Mark!!!) I felt silly this morning. Niall got angry at me last night, so this morning i had to apologise for being so stupid and letting things get to me.

But before all that i was having a good night. Mark managed to make it as did Jonjon and Dan. I wore my stripey two-tone black tights. :)

I'm silly. But Niall loves me :)

Techno-pants

Mood: Bad. Very Bad.

Right, this is the third ******* time I’ve tried to post. The next time three men want to get a wireless internet connection, tell them where to stick it. It’s the most rubbish thing I’ve ever come across. And that includes umbrella’s. So for the third time….

Today I found a shop to rival the student-style greatness of Wilco’s. I bought four pairs of knickers, one bra, two pairs of socks with frogs on, some hair bobbles, two lovely scarves and an umbrella for £22. Good old Primark.

About umbrellas. They suck. They’re good in theory but I’ve yet to own one that lasts more than a months use. I must have been through about 20 umbrellas in my short life time. That’s just stupid. And some shops have the nerve to try and flog em for £15… what on earth is in them that costs £15?!? Yeah they look all technical and fiddley and well designed, but a bit of a breeze and BAM they break! I just had to open one my one the other day and it broke. Needless to say I bought ANOTHER one to fit in my bag today. I still have my kids, bright red, ladybird umbrella… now THAT lasts. And that’s a kids one.

It’s rock night tonight. I’m actually well enough to go and drink whiskey this week! J It better be good. I haven’t decided what to wear yet. Hopefully Mark can come. He needs cheering up and it’s never the same without him. I hope he feels better soon. I hate it when my best mates are sad.

The mystery of the slow net connection was resolved today. One of my housemates has been downloading dumbass films, on or two at a time and clogging up the net. So, after a swift act of sabotage today, I got the net up and running quick as lightening!(*evil laugh*). He’ll never know. He never reads this anyway. He’ll have to live without crappy Smallville for a while.

Roll on rock night…

The Nightmare before Halloween

eyes


I've been shopping today. For Halloweeeeen. I spent a bit more than i usually would but i am very pleased with my red bob, pvc horns and black wings :)

Bad Fairy


So, the illustration Halloween party should be interesting. Usually no one turns up and they're held at somewhere crap like 'vice versa' in town, but still... should be entertaining to get some first years drunk even though they have loads of work to do! muah-ha-ha-ha-haaa.

Today's been a good day. I popped into uni for half an hour to see a tutor about a report, answered some peoples questions about the course as they were looking round to see if it was good enough for their daughter... don't worry i was very polite and didn't tell them the truth about the crappiness of the town itself, that the course was very tough but all in all good. I was in a good mood, fortunatly for the uni! Then i met up with the boyf to go and get some ink cartridges (fun fun) and halloween costumey bits. Then when i got back i tried on some of my new stuff and messed around with my webcam. Hence the pics.

Also, my coughs okay and my mouth ulcer didn't stop me eating today so it must be getting better. Downfall of the day- I did have a mcdonalds. Bad me. I'm ashamed.

weekend

a pretty uneventful weekend. I'm still recovering from nasty cold and am trying to get rid of this gross mouth ulcer thats stopping me eating cuz it hurts so much. Saturday was spent shopping for bits and bobs then sleeping and mark came round in the evening and we watched 'stigmata'. It was okay and made me think about how shit the church could be if this 'editing the bible to a pro-church/institution' thing was proved true. Obviously i doubt we'll ever know but it was interesting to contemplate. I had a wierd dream that night about taking over this race of really small, half man- half slug like creatures by providing them with food and farms and wierd stuff like that. Then today, I went to see my nanas and grandads today and got money, chocolate and free food. :) Got a call from Rfa who may be popping in tonight for more dvd watching. I fancy something funny.

I got pissed off on the way home because so many idiots drive around with their fog lights on when theres no bloody need. It's NOT FOGGY YOU PILLOCKS! It doesn't look cool. Anyone who thinks that two extra lights suddenly turns your otherwise sad and pathetic middle of the road car into some sort of twin turbo, growling beast of a vehicle is quite frankly a tosser.

Get a life.

I'm angry now. Other things that piss me off... religion, not rolling up the toothpaste tube, hairs in the shower, shallow people, bitchy girls, people who think they rock but don't, people who assume high intelligence makes them better people, women who moan about how mean people are to them because they're overwieight then slag off thin people (hypocrisy), digital camera batteries, mouth ulcers, men, politicians, and my hair growing back too quick. Just a small selection of an ever growing list of hatred. And... relax.

Decision ... do i go into uni tomorrow or not?

Never Sit Behind An Elephant

I kept the tv on for background noise while i snuggled up in bed last night. For a change though it made me laugh. It was some dumbass show on wierd stupid clips, complete with annoying voice over man. Basically this zoo keeper was cleaning the floor directly behind an elephant, the elephant decided he wanted to sit down and proceeded to move its bottom downwards thus enveloping the zoo keepers head! Yes, for a few seconds the elephant had a mans head stuck in his bottom. I don't know who i felt more sorry for. I mean, i can think of plenty of men who deserve that sort of punishment, but no elephants. I wouldn't subject an innocent elephant to that.

Yeah, I definatly feel more sorry for the elephant.

I'm not in the studio again today. But i've been good and emailed my tutor so he knows i'm not slacking off. Well i am right this second, but i will do some work later. The models nearly finished, just needs a base and photographing by next tuesday so not much pressure.

I am starting to get my taste senses back. And i'm not needing as many drugs so i think i'm getting better. yay. I've also recieved all the art materials i need finally so hopefully i've spent my last on bloody art stuff for a while now. yaay. Plus, ktp is coming home for Christmas from India so thats more good news! :) and yaaay.

Laters.

staying in sucks

It's rock night tonight at the union. I should be there in my loverly big boots. But instead i'm stuck here coughing up goo and supergluing legs on a very small man.

staying in sucks.

New York

Times Square

a big apple

I was meant to be working but instead i decided that i really want to go back to New York. I missed alot when i was there and i can't wait to go back for a longer stay and make the most of it. I'm thinking maybe next summer would be a good time, i could team it up with some self promotion over there.

I love that place :)

aaah memories....

Bed

I was in bed all of yesterday and i'm not going into college again today. Fortunatly i can just about get on with my work, though i really should email tutor andy to tell him where i am! Niall has been looking after me, bringing me chicken soup and drugs. aah. Sadly i don't think i'll be going to rock night tonight, don't think it'll do me any good. poo.

I've been looking around random weblogs; there's some wierd wierd uses for them out there. I found one really cool one then i lost it and can't remember what it was called, but the guy was a total nutbag.

Ashborn's EP is out and on sale, i can't wait to see it. It'll be good to see my art work in print. :) I'm really excited, and i hope it all goes well for them. They're doing some gigs soon too, so hopefully i can get to at least one round here. That reminds me... i need to set up a links list on here.

Right, off to do some work.

Mucus

I have a cold. I can hardly breathe and my head feels like its stuffed with bricks. :(

On the plus side, my tutor Andy liked my ideas for work so now i can actually get stuck in and start making the models. My project's about dreams... I've started with the dodgiest model and it's coming on okay. It's costing me though, i've had to spend loads on tools and materials already and i haven't even got into the bulk of it yet.

Jonjon came over today to use my vcr. He hasn't got one. It was nice to see him because i only usually see him on a thursday at rock night (if he can be bothered!!).

Nothing more to say. Things are pretty boring at the moment.

I need more drugs to keep me breathing.

Psycho Shower Curtain

We have a shower the size of a very tall cardboard box. Now i'm not claustrophobic but our shower curtain is starting to freak me out. For some reason when the shower curtain is pulled across it slowly moves inwards trying to force you against the wall; sticking to your wet skin as if its trying to smother you. I just tried to outwit it by pinning down the bottom bits with some head and shoulders and mint source shower gel but it's force was too strong and yet again it tried it's best to spoil my shower and pin me against the wall. What is it's plan i wonder? Has it claimed any victims in the past? No wonder Hitchcock used one in his most famous 'Psycho' scene... He knows.

Exodus

For two days now i've been into the studio prepared for some work and not ONE other person on my course has turned up. It sucks. There really isn't much point me going in as i can always work alot better at home with all the materials i need than go in, then we get moaned at so i make the effort and no one else can be arsed. Typical.

Dream update: last night i hardly slept but when i did i had a really sick dream where i got attacked by this guy at a party. :( Nasty. According to this pretty stupid but vaguely entertaining site, my big house dream means :

To see a house in your dream, represents your own soul and self. Specific rooms in the house indicate a specific aspect of your psyche. In general, the attic represents your intellect, the basement represents the unconscious, etc. If the house is empty, then it indicates feelings of insecurity. If the house is shifting, then it suggests that you are going through some personal changes and changing your belief system.

To see an old, run-down house in your dream, represents your old beliefs, attitudes and how you used to think or feel. A situation in your current life may be bringing about those same old attitudes and feelings. Alternatively, the old house may symbolize your need to update you mode of thinking.

hmmm.

five hours later...

finally managed to work out how to add my photo to the template... but now it looks all snazzy and cool.

Uni tomorrow... another day of sitting at my purple table not really knowing what i'm supposed to be doing.woo.

Seek and Destroy

First post.. woohoo!

So i had this wierd dream last night about a great big house. It's not the first time i've dreamt about a huge strange house with loads and loads of different sized rooms... It's got to mean something.. i just don't know what. Nevertheless it makes for an interesting nights dreaming.

I miss my cocktail, Sloth. I will be mourning it's passing into a world without chocolate sauce for a long time yet. :'(