I typed a whole godamn post and stoooooopid blogger decided it didn't like it and just made it all vanish. AAAAALL of it. *%^!$%£~@{#!!!!
So... take two.
Blimey. Yesterday... hot, muggy, stuffy, sweaty, hot. Yes it was hot. Then today... gale force winds. Wierd.
So, all that's left for me to do now is write my statement, get a photo, mount both, hem and iron all the material to cover my display stands (no plinths today Ramzi), then put everything in place next thursday and friday. I mounted all my labels and prints earlier this week so it's all ready for displaying. I'm thinking it's going to take me the full two days as I need to hang stuff from the ceiling and such. It's really nearly over though, I can't believe it.
It's been a good week, I think. Yeah it has. The stress of the start of the week has subsided and I'm not having as many chest pains. I've been to the doctor about that incidentally, and he told me it was nothing to worry about- just the cartlidge in between my ribs being inflamed. All week I've been calling it Tetris (I swear that's what he said) when I actually found it's called- Costochondritis (Tietze's syndrome). So now I know I'm not infected by an old, annoying computer game and that I actually have inflamed cartlidge, I can relax.
I've bought two CD's and a DVD in the last few weeks- The NIN album With Teeth and Mesmerize by System Of A Down, the latter being the clear cut favorite. It's loud, heavy (in places), funny, hilarious, cool, and obviously utterly downright bonkers at times... exactly what you grow to love and expect from them. I'm loving it right now, and hell I've been waiting long enough to hear some fresh, decent, kick-ass music for ages, so I'm happy. I also bought Lemony Snickets A Series of Unfortunate Events too the other day. I can't get enough of the beautiful animation for the end credits; it's worth having just for that. Genius.
My Mum and Dad have bought me a swanky new digital SLR camera as a graduation present and I think they're bringing it up here today. It should really improve my work as the digital camera I have now is old and hardly ever works. So, no more of this poncing around with compacts and SLR rip offs, no more scanning in photographs to upload onto The Hollow. I'm sorted. Plus, it's a Pentax, so all my regular SLR lenses will fit. Should save me a few thousand pounds. woohoo! Can't wait to try it out.
Not much else to say other than I had a wicked time at Rock Night on Thursday. Jane and Mish from my course came down, as did Mark, Jonjon and Dave and a good time was had by all. Highlights included Niall kicking Jane in the ass by accident on the dance floor, Dave exploding a glass by trying to stack unstackable glasses (duuh), and taking advantage of Jonjon's ridiculously ticklish leg. I couldn't dance for shit as my boots were hurting my foot for some reason, but it didn't stop me. I do, however, have a hole in my right ankle now though so I'm semi lame.
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Slow Progress...
Well, The boards are all painted, so are the plinths, the floor is scrubbed and now I just have to prepare all my actual work for displaying next week. I've got the doctors tomorrow about my chest pains too, though I'm pretty sure it's going to be a case of check my BP, listen to my heart, tell me I'm stressed, offer me rubbish tablets which I'll refuse, and then I'll be on my way and wondering why I wasted my time. But still, on the off chance they may actually investigate enough to discover something, I guess it's worth it, just in case.
OOOooooooh!!! My postcards and business cards arrived today! I'm really pleased with them... It's so strange seeing my name followed by : Illustrator though. Woah.
Niall's final year project is just printing off on my supa-dupa printer ... reams and reams (I think there's about 90 odd pages) of funny squiggles on graphs, strange charts and funny big words. I stand by the fact that my work is SO much more interesting.
Speaking of which, I've been completely disheartened by my course again this week. While painting my exhibition space, I noticed that I have such a dark corner; there's hardly any natural light. The room in general is a complete tip thanks to the messy graphics students in there who thought it necessary to trash the room with rubbish, scribble on all the walls put sticky fixers all over the place which are a total bastard to get off again. I mean, really, putting their work up was bad enough. (*evil grin*) The whole room is crap and compared to the other two I don't think it's good enough. It's stuck right at the end of the corridoor and I know people will assume that the first two rooms are the whole exhibition, leaving a whole load of work overlooked. It's typical of my course. Andy's excuse was that we've been allocated spaces according to what looks best for the show... does that mean the best work gets the best spaces? Yes. Does that mean that Andy's favorites get the perfect spots? Yes. Does that mean that everyone who's already on a first gets the privilege of a perfect spot while the rest of us have to make do with crappy spaces, making our work look even less appealing???? Bollocks to that. Along with this, I have the distinct feeling that I'm only going to attain a 2:2, which without sounding big-headed, doesn't reflect how much work I've done in the last three years; three years that have been really hard, sometimes completely miserable, with constant ridicule from tutors and constant pressure to do better next time. It takes alot for me to be pleased with my work (you wonder why?), but I have enough respect for it to say that it, or at least the effort I've put in, is worth more than a frigging 2:2. I don't mean to sound snobby about this, I don't. A 2:2 is perfectly respectable, as is any degree, but when you've been led to believe that you can get so high, then get marked down with no explanation, it plain sucks ass. It makes a complete mockery of the so-called marking scheme, or module requirements whatever they call them, because at the end of the day if Andy likes it best, you'll be okay. To hell with effort. I was led to believe I'd done enough to meet those requirements, but if they can be twisted to suit people who blatantly haven't followed them then why fucking bother having them in the first place??
On my course... THIS is worth a higher grade than my work. That's crap. Unfair and crap. Fair do's she's worked hard... fine give her a first, but for god's sake follow it up with the same logic for everyone else. If that can get a first, mine bloody can too.
I can't wait to get away from the complete farce that is my course.
Bitterness, angst and general ranting over for today... I'm off to admire my business cards again.
OOOooooooh!!! My postcards and business cards arrived today! I'm really pleased with them... It's so strange seeing my name followed by : Illustrator though. Woah.
Niall's final year project is just printing off on my supa-dupa printer ... reams and reams (I think there's about 90 odd pages) of funny squiggles on graphs, strange charts and funny big words. I stand by the fact that my work is SO much more interesting.
Speaking of which, I've been completely disheartened by my course again this week. While painting my exhibition space, I noticed that I have such a dark corner; there's hardly any natural light. The room in general is a complete tip thanks to the messy graphics students in there who thought it necessary to trash the room with rubbish, scribble on all the walls put sticky fixers all over the place which are a total bastard to get off again. I mean, really, putting their work up was bad enough. (*evil grin*) The whole room is crap and compared to the other two I don't think it's good enough. It's stuck right at the end of the corridoor and I know people will assume that the first two rooms are the whole exhibition, leaving a whole load of work overlooked. It's typical of my course. Andy's excuse was that we've been allocated spaces according to what looks best for the show... does that mean the best work gets the best spaces? Yes. Does that mean that Andy's favorites get the perfect spots? Yes. Does that mean that everyone who's already on a first gets the privilege of a perfect spot while the rest of us have to make do with crappy spaces, making our work look even less appealing???? Bollocks to that. Along with this, I have the distinct feeling that I'm only going to attain a 2:2, which without sounding big-headed, doesn't reflect how much work I've done in the last three years; three years that have been really hard, sometimes completely miserable, with constant ridicule from tutors and constant pressure to do better next time. It takes alot for me to be pleased with my work (you wonder why?), but I have enough respect for it to say that it, or at least the effort I've put in, is worth more than a frigging 2:2. I don't mean to sound snobby about this, I don't. A 2:2 is perfectly respectable, as is any degree, but when you've been led to believe that you can get so high, then get marked down with no explanation, it plain sucks ass. It makes a complete mockery of the so-called marking scheme, or module requirements whatever they call them, because at the end of the day if Andy likes it best, you'll be okay. To hell with effort. I was led to believe I'd done enough to meet those requirements, but if they can be twisted to suit people who blatantly haven't followed them then why fucking bother having them in the first place??
On my course... THIS is worth a higher grade than my work. That's crap. Unfair and crap. Fair do's she's worked hard... fine give her a first, but for god's sake follow it up with the same logic for everyone else. If that can get a first, mine bloody can too.
I can't wait to get away from the complete farce that is my course.
Bitterness, angst and general ranting over for today... I'm off to admire my business cards again.
Friday, May 20, 2005
Two stories...
Two stories that have caught my eye lately:
Going to be made into a film; sad and mysterious. The Piano Man.
Just pure funny. Vibrating Pants.
Going to be made into a film; sad and mysterious. The Piano Man.
Just pure funny. Vibrating Pants.
S.T.R.E.S.S
I keep getting really bad chest pains lately. I think it comes from all the anxiety and stress about planning my exhibition. I'm getting through it slowly, but it's sure taking it's toll on my poor little heart. It feels like it's pounding alot, and I'm getting the old anxiety feelings where I can't breathe or swallow. I just need to try and relax; quite hard when I've got so much to think about and pay for and organise. I'm usually good at organising so that's not the issue, it's getting my head round the big messy mass that is my ever-increasing to do list. So far, here's my DONE list with costs highlighted for extra drama and sympathy:
- Buy new portfolio £22.99
- Buy Inserts for portfolio £15.00
- Buy background card for my portfolio £13.00
- Print off images for portfolio All 6 Epson cartridges- £59.00, printer paper £19.98
- Order postcards £57
- Order business cards £ 18 + £4 p&p
- Bagsy plinths from the studio
- Plan out positions of plinths/tables/images etc in allocated display space
- Put work up on course website
- Buy Photo Mount spray £5.99
- Buy foam board £16
- Order postcard/Business card holder £5
- Send off competition entry £16
Total financial cost so far: £252.95
Total emotional/physical cost so far: Dodgy heart, shortness of breath, crying, general anxiety.
So here, of course, is what still needs to be done with estimated costs too:
- Print off work for display, includes enlargements of work £50
- Mount all work for display
- Buy material to cover plinths and table anything up to £60
- Write and mount statement
- Have photograph taken, printed and mounted
- Compile portfolio and have it checked over by Andy
- Buy odd bits for display (white tack/ tape etc) £10
- Clean, strip, sand down and paint display boards, plinths, portfolio holder - this will probably take about half a week!
- Put up work
- Change things round a few times to make sure it all looks good
Total Cost of exhibition - £372. 95
There's bound to be a few niggly little things too. Nice. Thank heavens our £500 studio fees cover the costs of all the paint and paint rollers etc. Generous huh?
It seems I'm getting through things okay, slowly working my way through the list. The big things next are sprting my portfolio and getting my work printed off to a decent standard which I've so far avoided because I have a feeling it's all going to go wrong. I won't bore everyone going on about image resolutions and pixels etc but I just don't think they're going to turn out okay. I can't leave it any longer though, it has to be done, and done soon.
Deeeeep breaths..... Everything is going to be okay.... Deeeeeep breaths...
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Let Down.
I'd like to think of myself as a pretty good friend to those closest to me. I got fed up of people taking me for granted ages ago and always strive to give more back to the ones who make the effort on me. But still I get let down.
I get the feeling I'm left out of things; usually that doesn't bother me as I've never been one to "fit in" with everyone else. Particularly on my course I've been content to reside on the outside of things. But even with the few people I feel closest to, I now get the feeling that I'm left out of things. There's something in particular which I won't get it into but to cut a long story short, things are getting chaotic at Uni, the last few stages of preparing our exhibitions, portfolio's, getting things printed etc which all proves costly, but when a good deal comes up, no one thinks to ask me so I can save a few bob. That pissed me off. I don't ask for much from my mates, I really don't. Even in the thick of total chaos, I'd think about my mates, I'd still help them. I've always gone out of my way to help them, lend a hand in a crisis reguardless of any of my own.
It seems, on my course, it's very much every man for himself. I guess I thought it was different.
Rant over. So if you hadn't guessed I'm back in Uni-ville. Work finished, it's now the manic race to the finish. I spent about £60 on paper, a new portfolio and wallets, more paper, lots of foam board and other gubbins. Yet to come is all the wood for shelves or plinths plus printing costs and postcard/business card production. Oh and possibly the cost of having to buy new ink cartridges for my printer. *%!$*&£!^^~#!$(#@!:~!
Second Rant over. Not much else to add... Oh yeah, Niall decided to dye is hair bright blue while I was away. Wierdo. It's kinda liiiiiiiike... THIS COLOUR. But brighter.
hrm.
I get the feeling I'm left out of things; usually that doesn't bother me as I've never been one to "fit in" with everyone else. Particularly on my course I've been content to reside on the outside of things. But even with the few people I feel closest to, I now get the feeling that I'm left out of things. There's something in particular which I won't get it into but to cut a long story short, things are getting chaotic at Uni, the last few stages of preparing our exhibitions, portfolio's, getting things printed etc which all proves costly, but when a good deal comes up, no one thinks to ask me so I can save a few bob. That pissed me off. I don't ask for much from my mates, I really don't. Even in the thick of total chaos, I'd think about my mates, I'd still help them. I've always gone out of my way to help them, lend a hand in a crisis reguardless of any of my own.
It seems, on my course, it's very much every man for himself. I guess I thought it was different.
Rant over. So if you hadn't guessed I'm back in Uni-ville. Work finished, it's now the manic race to the finish. I spent about £60 on paper, a new portfolio and wallets, more paper, lots of foam board and other gubbins. Yet to come is all the wood for shelves or plinths plus printing costs and postcard/business card production. Oh and possibly the cost of having to buy new ink cartridges for my printer. *%!$*&£!^^~#!$(#@!:~!
Second Rant over. Not much else to add... Oh yeah, Niall decided to dye is hair bright blue while I was away. Wierdo. It's kinda liiiiiiiike... THIS COLOUR. But brighter.
hrm.
Monday, May 16, 2005
Custard and Free wine
I won £100 today.
I went to a presentation evening for that phototgraphy competition I entered, where two of my photo's were being displayed and it turned out that I had won the 'Highly Commended' award. Nice. I got a bright yellow certificate, my cheque for £100 and they gave me loads of postcards with the winners on. i had to have my photo taken too a few times for the local newpapers. Urgh. Other than that though, it was a nice little evening with free wine, champagne and canapes... and since we hadn't had any tea these were pretty damn nice. I managed to eat lots of teryaki chicken, mini hotdogs, coronation chicken on a tiny potato (yeah wierd) and some mozarella and tomato tacos. Yum. I avoided the bree and strawberry slice on a piece of toast (NEVER cross fruit with savory foods); these wierd things with olives on and crab cakes.
The Custard factory was cool. I'd never really been to any particular event there and it seems like a really cool place. Sorry I couldn't have a proper mooch round though and find Flakester's posh business; it was 6.30 in the evening when we got there. I'm determined to find it one day.
Sooo, what to spend my £100 on?? Well, considering I have to plan my whole exhibition, buy a new portfolio, fill it, enlarge and print out images to hang, buy plinths and possibly shelves for my display, and produce postcards and/or business cards... I'd say it was pretty much spent. Godamit.
I hate being an art student.
I went to a presentation evening for that phototgraphy competition I entered, where two of my photo's were being displayed and it turned out that I had won the 'Highly Commended' award. Nice. I got a bright yellow certificate, my cheque for £100 and they gave me loads of postcards with the winners on. i had to have my photo taken too a few times for the local newpapers. Urgh. Other than that though, it was a nice little evening with free wine, champagne and canapes... and since we hadn't had any tea these were pretty damn nice. I managed to eat lots of teryaki chicken, mini hotdogs, coronation chicken on a tiny potato (yeah wierd) and some mozarella and tomato tacos. Yum. I avoided the bree and strawberry slice on a piece of toast (NEVER cross fruit with savory foods); these wierd things with olives on and crab cakes.
The Custard factory was cool. I'd never really been to any particular event there and it seems like a really cool place. Sorry I couldn't have a proper mooch round though and find Flakester's posh business; it was 6.30 in the evening when we got there. I'm determined to find it one day.
Sooo, what to spend my £100 on?? Well, considering I have to plan my whole exhibition, buy a new portfolio, fill it, enlarge and print out images to hang, buy plinths and possibly shelves for my display, and produce postcards and/or business cards... I'd say it was pretty much spent. Godamit.
I hate being an art student.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
It Can't Rain All The Time..
I fell in love tonight. Again. I did the last time too.
After an utter crap day, I felt so bad I nearly winded up going home. If I had I would have missed the genius that is Martin Grech in concert in Leicester. Dave got me a ticket for my birthday. What a pressie....
I needed it so bad. I needed to be enveloped in sound, immersed in a beautiful noise. I'd seen this guy once before and have waited agonisingly to see him again. He rocks like a bitch. He oozes art with a god-like quality of Thom-Yorke-like proportions. But he's the most down to earth person; he hides behind his mass of hair, avoids eye contact, seems so shy. But this guy.... geez... he blows your mind. It has been agreed (with Niall too) that I can in fact marry him.
He played some new stuff this time which was just as awesome as the stuff on his album; he blew the minds of Rfa and Niall who hadn't had the pleasure of seeing him before. He's just amazing. I haven't been to a gig in what feels like aaages and the feeling of this one's going to last, I know it... that or it'll leave me totally hungry for more. There's one more band I'll pay to see this year and that's A Perfect Circle (Bar Radiohead, that would go without saying :P ).
It was just what I needed. It sucked all the bad vibes out of me from today and just cleared my head with this resonating euphoric buzz. That'll be the tinnitus then.
Fucking Awesome.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
£000000000000.0000000000000000
If anyone comes to me asking for money, implies I should spend money or expects me to spend any money this week they will politely be told to stuff it up their ~>!£**$%&!^!(*!?~#. I had to buy even more materials this week which cost me about fifty squids, then some of what I ordered arrived and weren't any good so I had to send them back (I get a "full" refund which excludes the £5 postage and packing on the package that only costs 64p). Then we got a monster gas bill for £280?! WHAT?! But yeah it turns out it was right as we hadn't actually had a bill since we've been in the house. So that was another £70.
I think I've got everything I need for my project now, so fingers crossed I don't have to spend anything else on that. I have to buy a train ticket on Thursday to go and see Martin Gretch in Leicester which I'm totally hyped about, but because I'll be missing Rock Night it means I won't feel like I have to buy a round. Though I usually get away with it... mwah-ha-ha-ha. I do try and tell people not to buy me drinks because I can't afford to buy them one back but they just go and do it anyway. So it's their fault if they don't get one in return.
In other news this week, I got my first comment on my photoblog. I was all excited thinking it was some pro photographer praising my work but it was some wierd sort of marriage proposal instead. Ah well...
Also, Dave created a slink picture on his blog which was rather funky. I set about making my OWN version which is perhaps more what I wished I looked like... If I was a big eyed cartoon doll of course. I'm determined to make as many as possible, the site is SO addictive!
I think I've got everything I need for my project now, so fingers crossed I don't have to spend anything else on that. I have to buy a train ticket on Thursday to go and see Martin Gretch in Leicester which I'm totally hyped about, but because I'll be missing Rock Night it means I won't feel like I have to buy a round. Though I usually get away with it... mwah-ha-ha-ha. I do try and tell people not to buy me drinks because I can't afford to buy them one back but they just go and do it anyway. So it's their fault if they don't get one in return.
In other news this week, I got my first comment on my photoblog. I was all excited thinking it was some pro photographer praising my work but it was some wierd sort of marriage proposal instead. Ah well...
Also, Dave created a slink picture on his blog which was rather funky. I set about making my OWN version which is perhaps more what I wished I looked like... If I was a big eyed cartoon doll of course. I'm determined to make as many as possible, the site is SO addictive!
Slinky Doll
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I did find it a bit spooky that Dave has known about this site for some time and has been spending his time in his darkened room making dolls on a rather girly japanese site. Bless 'im. I did see him drawing a plane today though. Out of green and yellow lines. Maybe red too.
Watched the Spanish GP on Sunday and was glad to see Kimi getting a well deserved win. He's no way NEAR as good as Heikki Kovalainen of course, boy he's going to be good when he gets in an F1 car. I really don't want Heikki to be in F1, far too many slags and nastiness going on. He's too nice for it, I don't want him to get 'spoiled' by it all. :( Thing is he deserves to be put in a bloody good car so we can all see how good he is. Good ol' Finnish men.
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I did find it a bit spooky that Dave has known about this site for some time and has been spending his time in his darkened room making dolls on a rather girly japanese site. Bless 'im. I did see him drawing a plane today though. Out of green and yellow lines. Maybe red too.
Watched the Spanish GP on Sunday and was glad to see Kimi getting a well deserved win. He's no way NEAR as good as Heikki Kovalainen of course, boy he's going to be good when he gets in an F1 car. I really don't want Heikki to be in F1, far too many slags and nastiness going on. He's too nice for it, I don't want him to get 'spoiled' by it all. :( Thing is he deserves to be put in a bloody good car so we can all see how good he is. Good ol' Finnish men.
Right I'm off to design some dollies, or maybe do some work. I'm making teeeeny tiny people to fit inside some clear plastic balls for my juggler. It gives me back ache and makes my eyes hurt, but y'know, we all have to suffer for our art.
Friday, May 06, 2005
Disappointment
Yesterday was, as you may have guessed from the title, a bit of a disappointment. I wasn't feeling hugely up for rock night at the union last night but I went anyway. It's tradition. It was pants. Apart from a slight pick up towards the end, most of the night was full of heavy, sweaty-hair-flinging/head-banging tripe. I can cope with a certain amount of this, and lets face it, it's always quite amusing to watch a circle of leather clad, buckled up first years flinging their greasy, sweaty hair around, but a whoooole night of it merely leaves me with nothing to dance to. I wasn't impressed. But I got to wear the beautiful, spangly new top that Niall bought me which was cool. Sadly that was the only highlight... though they did play Starfuckers.inc by NIN and Jonjon turned up which was nice.... ooooh and we got free 'Hitchhikers Guide to The Galaxy' pin badges too. So, that's four highlights in between the gloom.
After a less-than-average rock night, I get home to discover that Tony Bleurgh was winning the election. Another disappointment. Though I can sort of understand the lack of any true, decent alternative I'm still gutted that they're still there, and that my little sister may not be able, or want to go to university because of the stupidly ridiculous costs involved. Any students who voted labour have since lost the right to ever moan about having to pay off their student loans, their inability to pay off their debts and any financial struggles they bring about. Any one who merely can't be arsed to vote, or claim they "don't know anything about politics" or " just don't care" also should lose their right to have an opinion on the running of their country. It annoys me. Democracy is a blessing and a responsibility. We owe it to the countries who don't have this basic 'right', to use our vote and have our say. One day, one too many people are simply "not going to care to vote" and some biggoted, ugly and disgusting party like the BNP are going to get more power because too few couldn't be bothered to bump up the other parties' votes. It nearly happened in France, it could happen here. Disturbing.
That's enough politics for one day. Here's a story: I was having a nap earlier and in the usual annoying manner, just as I'd settled down I got a phonecall. It was from a guy involved in the photography competition (check paragraph 6) I entered a short while ago. Two of my photographs have been selected for an exhibition being held in The Custard Factory in Brum! :) I was dead chuffed with that. I have to send in my negatives so they can get some big blow ups done of them. I'll have to go back to Brum to get a look at the exhibition when it's all up.
woohoo for me!
After a less-than-average rock night, I get home to discover that Tony Bleurgh was winning the election. Another disappointment. Though I can sort of understand the lack of any true, decent alternative I'm still gutted that they're still there, and that my little sister may not be able, or want to go to university because of the stupidly ridiculous costs involved. Any students who voted labour have since lost the right to ever moan about having to pay off their student loans, their inability to pay off their debts and any financial struggles they bring about. Any one who merely can't be arsed to vote, or claim they "don't know anything about politics" or " just don't care" also should lose their right to have an opinion on the running of their country. It annoys me. Democracy is a blessing and a responsibility. We owe it to the countries who don't have this basic 'right', to use our vote and have our say. One day, one too many people are simply "not going to care to vote" and some biggoted, ugly and disgusting party like the BNP are going to get more power because too few couldn't be bothered to bump up the other parties' votes. It nearly happened in France, it could happen here. Disturbing.
That's enough politics for one day. Here's a story: I was having a nap earlier and in the usual annoying manner, just as I'd settled down I got a phonecall. It was from a guy involved in the photography competition (check paragraph 6) I entered a short while ago. Two of my photographs have been selected for an exhibition being held in The Custard Factory in Brum! :) I was dead chuffed with that. I have to send in my negatives so they can get some big blow ups done of them. I'll have to go back to Brum to get a look at the exhibition when it's all up.
woohoo for me!
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Mudfest
Phew. What a day. We headed down to freefest at about mid day to a packed out campus of people soaking up the sun and music. After grabbing a burger (which was 'interesting' to say the least) we settled in the sun to listen to a few bands and met up with Rfa. The weather was sunny and hot for about an hour or two. Then, it poured. Everyone pegged it into the union building, some of the unluckiest people looking like drowned rats and panting from running through the rain. We, however, with mine and Rfa's super extra sensory skills, predicted rain long before it appeared and thus managed to stay dry. After the worst of it, everyone went back outside to enjoy the music again, this time standing on the soaked grass instead of sitting. As the day went on, the music was interrupted a few times by showers of rain, but it didn't dampen the spirits of everyone there. The bands weren't bad, except for one totally appalling one whose name wasn't even worth remembering. The people even, weren't that bad, which is saying something considering some of the total twats you can get round here. At about sixish, we went back home to get some pizza... yeah burgers and pizza. I felt crap the remainder of the day. My tummy didn't agree with two lots of stodgy junk food in one day and felt all fuzzy and grumpy but it didn't stop me donning my boots and short skirt in preperation for returning to Uni for the post-fest rock night in the Union.
On the way back to campus, some tosser in a mint green corsa shouted 'slag' out the window at me... why? because I was wearing a short skirt. Hrmm. This may sound stereotypical but I'm picturing this person as a tart/chav/trendy, whatever you may wish to call them, which brings me on to the fact that these are people reknowned for their slutty attire. This pissed me off rightly. I promptly put it down to them being a total fuck wit and most probably jealous, and got on with looking forward to post-fest. However, it bothered me and I felt really self conscious when I got there. I felt like an alien in my new rocks, tiny mini and fishnet tights, amongst all the trendy townie types who were all now pissed as newts, plus my tummy was hurting even more and i found I couldn't drink alcohol anymore as it made me ache. I really wanted to go home, but I wasn't going to let a tummy ache and a load of knob-heads put me off. So I didn't.
By this time, the grass had turned into mud and much fun was had watching many drunken people either fall over, or have wrestling matches in the mud. It was like a mini glastonbury. After a few glasses of water and having campus empty out a bit, I started to feel much better. I enjoyed Toy Heroes and Threadbare on stage and then went inside for the Post-fest rock night.
Highlights of rock night included hearing 'I'm a Barbie Girl' by Aqua being played rock styley and actually seeing a grown man with dreads dancing along and singing all the words, seeing an old 'aquaintance' look silly by dancing like a loon, and seeing rock night back in it's old home of the auditorium (where it was every week before we were moved into the tiny junction room. grr). Lowlights were having to use my expensive tissues for loo paper (they had animals on them and everything!), and having an old guy with a bald head perve at me and other girls in the room... but then I did look pretty cool. :P hehe. Other than that it was a good night. I didn't dance though... nothing appealed to me that much and I was happy to sit there, observe and bounce/sing along in my seat. :)
We left about one ish so as not to stay out too late. We'd had such a good day, I was chuffed.
This morning got even better... Niall had bought me two tops from my favourite clothing store which he hadn't told me about. I love them soo much, I can't wait to wear them out. He's so good to me, I'm very very lucky.
After this I have to catch up with some more emails. I had 50 emails in my inbox this morning!!! 50!?! With 8 junk emails. I need to sift through them and see whats what. I need to do a bit of work on my model, I need to order some materials, and I need to tell Niall how great he is again for buying me pressies when he didn't need to. I also need to do a bit of research to decide who I'm going to vote for. I've been reading up on the policies but I'm still undecided at the moment, there's a few things I want to look at before I decide. I cannot believe it's May already. The months just seem to fall away at the moment... Only four weeks left until I complere my course! *!^$&~#)£!^*!@:! That's all I have to say about that. There's a real mix of sadness, excitement, complete fear, anxiety and relief every time I think about finishing Uni.
It's going to be so wierd.
Right, better get on to those emails... xx
On the way back to campus, some tosser in a mint green corsa shouted 'slag' out the window at me... why? because I was wearing a short skirt. Hrmm. This may sound stereotypical but I'm picturing this person as a tart/chav/trendy, whatever you may wish to call them, which brings me on to the fact that these are people reknowned for their slutty attire. This pissed me off rightly. I promptly put it down to them being a total fuck wit and most probably jealous, and got on with looking forward to post-fest. However, it bothered me and I felt really self conscious when I got there. I felt like an alien in my new rocks, tiny mini and fishnet tights, amongst all the trendy townie types who were all now pissed as newts, plus my tummy was hurting even more and i found I couldn't drink alcohol anymore as it made me ache. I really wanted to go home, but I wasn't going to let a tummy ache and a load of knob-heads put me off. So I didn't.
By this time, the grass had turned into mud and much fun was had watching many drunken people either fall over, or have wrestling matches in the mud. It was like a mini glastonbury. After a few glasses of water and having campus empty out a bit, I started to feel much better. I enjoyed Toy Heroes and Threadbare on stage and then went inside for the Post-fest rock night.
Highlights of rock night included hearing 'I'm a Barbie Girl' by Aqua being played rock styley and actually seeing a grown man with dreads dancing along and singing all the words, seeing an old 'aquaintance' look silly by dancing like a loon, and seeing rock night back in it's old home of the auditorium (where it was every week before we were moved into the tiny junction room. grr). Lowlights were having to use my expensive tissues for loo paper (they had animals on them and everything!), and having an old guy with a bald head perve at me and other girls in the room... but then I did look pretty cool. :P hehe. Other than that it was a good night. I didn't dance though... nothing appealed to me that much and I was happy to sit there, observe and bounce/sing along in my seat. :)
We left about one ish so as not to stay out too late. We'd had such a good day, I was chuffed.
This morning got even better... Niall had bought me two tops from my favourite clothing store which he hadn't told me about. I love them soo much, I can't wait to wear them out. He's so good to me, I'm very very lucky.
After this I have to catch up with some more emails. I had 50 emails in my inbox this morning!!! 50!?! With 8 junk emails. I need to sift through them and see whats what. I need to do a bit of work on my model, I need to order some materials, and I need to tell Niall how great he is again for buying me pressies when he didn't need to. I also need to do a bit of research to decide who I'm going to vote for. I've been reading up on the policies but I'm still undecided at the moment, there's a few things I want to look at before I decide. I cannot believe it's May already. The months just seem to fall away at the moment... Only four weeks left until I complere my course! *!^$&~#)£!^*!@:! That's all I have to say about that. There's a real mix of sadness, excitement, complete fear, anxiety and relief every time I think about finishing Uni.
It's going to be so wierd.
Right, better get on to those emails... xx
Sunday, May 01, 2005
Weee man and Freee fest
I haven't posted in a few days, mainly due to me being busy working and consequently ruining my hands with nasty sharp wire. I really haven't been up to much else so this post's going to suck. Sorry about that.
I do, however, love this WEEE Man that's been put up on London's South Bank. It's all made up of thrown out electrical products and it's the first piece of sculpture that's really grabbed my attention for some time.
Just thought I'd share that with you.
It's bank holiday monday tomorrow, and in Uni land that means only one thing.... Freefest. For those who don't know this is a free mini-festival on campus. There's a whole days line up of bands playing, lots of drinking, nattering away in the sun/rain/snow whatever, a few small stalls selling cheap plastic jewellery, that sort of thing. In my first year it was brilliant, last year it sucked ass because it rained and was moved inside... so this year, as it's my last one here, I have my fingers crossed for a good event.
Details to follow...
I do, however, love this WEEE Man that's been put up on London's South Bank. It's all made up of thrown out electrical products and it's the first piece of sculpture that's really grabbed my attention for some time.
Just thought I'd share that with you.
It's bank holiday monday tomorrow, and in Uni land that means only one thing.... Freefest. For those who don't know this is a free mini-festival on campus. There's a whole days line up of bands playing, lots of drinking, nattering away in the sun/rain/snow whatever, a few small stalls selling cheap plastic jewellery, that sort of thing. In my first year it was brilliant, last year it sucked ass because it rained and was moved inside... so this year, as it's my last one here, I have my fingers crossed for a good event.
Details to follow...
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