Friday, 29 October 2010

It's no fun being nocturnal.

I don't know what i'm doing, normally it's normal for me to be up at this hour pottering about making something. But i'm not i'm just sitting in bed smoking and staring out of the window till sunrise, then sleep and wake up about 6.00pm. Missing out on important things, or i stay up and don't even go to sleep then go to uni and i'm like a zombie, can't even form a sentence.
I hate the project i'm currently doing, i should probably be emmersing myself straight into it like everyone else has, i'm not interested. I've done the whole CD design thing last year and the word i got is really gay.
Some people on my course are really really gay bellends.

Joe and i bought some fake blood and told sophie i got hit by some old sket in the kebabery in Charminster, she didn't really care. Rolled back over to sleep on the sofa, i love that about sophie.

Tuesday, 26 October 2010

Well, evidently it has been a long while..

But that's because i had started uni and was having frolics and antics to the plenty. Now i'm back to my routine of being nocturnal and sitting up just thinking about shit, like not "deep" shit, just stupid things. Like who else is up at this hour, what are they like, are they thinking the same? Obviously no one is.
My project i've started i feel is pretty lame, everyone else seems to be doing great on it. But designing a cd cover ect, i did that in the first term of college. Also i hate how big our illustration course is, like 70 people come on.
I was having doubts at first on my course wondering whether i should been doing Fine Art, but then heard what happens in that course being force fed shit. I realised i'm better off doing illustration.. Plus, you can't make a living of street art can you, unless you just put shitey stencils of "controversial" shit about. Blah.
I'm putting mother fucking shells about town, yeah that's right.
I went to the Oceanarium with a friend Mel, who is second year in illustration and that place is fucking cool.
I bought a bag of shells for like £3.50 and put "Flint Eastwood" on it, cos i'm cool and leaving them about.
Hopefully i will get my hands on using the fuck off printer in the studios to do some sick wheatpastings, eventually..