Narration of the day

Narration of the day.

Once upon a time there were 4 people in a room. Jenny was on the phone, Jean was doing a charcoaly thing, Margaret was sitting on a chair and Lorna was sat writing this. Now Jenny’s talking to Dave about the dog, Millie. Now she’s yawning.  Now Jenny’s talking about Dave’s weird singing habits.
Innuendo tiiiimeez.

Jean can’t be arsed, “Fuck it”, she said.

Greg’s sat talking. He pauses, then carries on. Jenny’s stood behind him drawing . Margaret says Greg talks too much. Now Jenny’s abandoned her drawing to look at what i’m typing. She laughs and smiles and says “Ha, potatoes!”

Jenny grins.

Jean wonders where Vicky is with her sammich.

Greg is still talking. Talking. Talking. Talking some more. Jean criticises her charcoaly thing. Vicky and Rachel come back with Jean’s sammich and a Ribena.

Rachel is reading what i’ve typed thus far out loud to the rest f the group. Jean shares her sammich.

Greg has stopped talking. The room creaks with silence.

Group laugh.

Jenny forces Jean to fart, but fails to succeed.  

Group laugh again.

The group pity Olivia for being talked at so long by Greg. Kelly looks bored, she almost falls over her bag. Kelly sits back down. Greg carries a box in and drops it on the floor and talks about the contents of the box to Willow.

Rachel and Vicky say their goodbyes and leave.

And then they woke up, and then they died.

Safe

Oh brilliant, its snowing again.

Really don’t wanna leave the house today. I said today was gonna be bad and this prophecy’s already coming true. I hate myself quite a lot right now, but also the vision in mainly my left eye has gone all weird so thats a bit worrying. So much so that i can’t even see what i’m typing properly.

I’d much rather curl up in bed and feel safe rather then go out and face the big scary world. But i need to go to the bank and then do some serious amount of work for print. Steve’s gonna be pissed at me and i can’t really deal with that. Then i’ve got an interview this evening at a place i don’t really want to work, but nowhere else has replied to me so it seems like the only choice.

Just a shitty day.

I’m so pathetic.

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Lost

So the project that was i so obsessively involved in a few weeks ago, I’m now totally disinterested. I had a really good idea of what to do, but now i don’t have a clue.

I really needed some help from Mark today, but instead, he talked to Sarah for most of the lesson, then spent the rest of his time with Margaret (who isn’t even doing 3D, and i was actually getting really annoyed at her). I managed to get his attention and got foolishly optimistic. However, about a minute later, Marta came and asked for his help and he went off with her instead saying “…because i haven’t really spoken to her. Just write down a few more things and i’ll be over in a bit”. So i sat down and had a think and was still struggling. Then he walked right past me and carried on helping Margaret. And i couldn’t even stay behind and talk to him cos he had to go and give a talk upstairs.

So i got quite frustrated and realised that today was just a massive waste and i might as well have not gone in at all.

Now i’m sat here, feeling really shitty and upset, don’t have a clue where to go with my project now and we don’t even have Mark tomorrow.

On the bright side, i’m entering a photography competition for the RSC.

…

I’ve just had a (hopefully) amazing idea.

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Deflated

I’m feeling really quite deflated at the moment, like i haven’t achieved much today. So imma make a list of things i have actually done today to try and cheer myself up.

Today i have:
- Bought Mum’s, Dad’s and Flute’s Christmas presents (meaning i have everyone’s).
- Printed off photos for Faustus.
- Made a final list of portfolio sheets.
- Started placing out over half my portfolio sheets.
- Scowered the internet looking for the poems in The Glassblowers.
- Eventually found a list and copied down the poems from The Glassblowers.
- Sorted and resorted what photos to use for 3D.
- Taken new photos of the mushrapple.
- Finished tidying my room.

There. That’s a lot, right?

I think i’m just tired. Getting a bit stressed about my portfolio/interview now too.

I might leave it there for tonight.
I’ll watch the rest of Ready For This? and have a mince pie.

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Mervyn Peake

I’ve just started studying one of Mervyn Peake’s paintings that i found in Manchester Gallery yesterday.

This one:

I’ve been doing some research into the artist and it turns out he actually did a lot more than paint. He was mainly an illustrator and writer. In fact, he illustrated Lewis Caroll’s Alice in Wonderland.
His most famous novel series was, sadly, uncompleted due to his untimely death in 1968, aged just 57.  He did complete 3 books of this series that have been sold and translated all over the world. I’ve found this trilogy on Waterstones and saved it for when i get some money. Its only £13.60 for the all three books in one (even though its a massive 960 page paperback), so i’ll see how much monies i’ve got left after getting Flute’s and Mum’s Xmas prezzies, then hopefully i can purchase the book too and read it after i finally finish Stephen Fry’s autobiography.

Here is the trilogy, in case anyone’s interested.

Think i might be getting a bit too obsessed. And going off at a slightly wrong tangent. But i suppose Mark’ll be happy that i’m getting obsessively involved in my project.

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