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..
