I was awoken this morning at 4.30 to the sound of shouting.
It was mine.
When I'm feeling anxious or stressed I have chasing dreams. They occur in all manner of guises but are essentially the same thing. I'm being chased by someone/something that I either know/can't make out. Normally I escape and that's when I wake up. Occasionally I feel a hand on my shoulder which has the same effect. Last night however they caught me and proceeded to try and strangle me. I was my cries of "Help me!" that woke me up. Needless to say I didn't manage to go back to sleep. Thank heavens for Radio 7 and the comedy repeat at that hour of the morning. Gradually I settled and calmed myself, at the same time feeling stupid that at 32 and a half I still have nightmares and wishing that there was someone there who would be the voice of reason. DQ and I have an arrangement that we can ring each other at whatever time of night if we need to. However knowing how tired she's been lately I just couldn't bring myself to dial. Anyway eventually it was time to get up and go to work.
Caffeine has always been a good friend of mine. This morning, however, we have enjoyed a rather more intimate relationship. Possibly not a good idea to combine this with my already jangled nerves but I figured in for a penny. 3 cups before 10am may sound substantial but believe me it made the difference between me functioning at work and being able to manage my team.
At about 11 I went in search of the post. I indulged in a little shopping on Boxing Day via Amazon and was waiting for all my lovely new things. The Goddess was smiling on me after all when I discovered that the book I was most looking forward to had arrived. I now own a copy of The Elegant Universe by Brian Greene which is all about string theory, relativity and quantum mechanics. I'm in geek heaven!!!!
I can't start it yet - I've started reading The End of Mr Y (which also has time travel as one of it's themes) - but I can't wait to start.
My friend at work thinks I'm weird but I can't tell you how excited I am. I'm going to finish the risotto I'm cooking and then settle down for a serious reading marathon. Probably with big mugs of tea. Hopefully inducing nicer dreams tonight.
x
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Book project - the result
I got a letter in the post this morning which turned out to be my results from college for my Book project.
I got a merit.
I appreciate that it's a grade that other people would be happy with, but I'm not. I did all the things that my tutor and I talked about and that she got excited about. I followed her advice and experimented. I made work sheets that were bold, interesting and visual. I connected my research with what I'd done and how it had inspired and informed my work. I worked myself stupid, had no social life for 3 weeks (not to mention plenty of evenings I stayed in just finish some piece or other) and ended up with a poorly stomach in the run up to the end if this project. And for what? For her to turn round 3 weeks later and tell me that the things that I did which she had suggested were the areas I needed to work on!!!!!
I know it may sound churlish but what did I do this for? Britswitch was encouraging and reminded me that this was Access and the way to learn was to fail.
Well I'm learning.
It seems that in Access, your work is only interesting if you fashion a sculptural letter "S" into a double ended penis, cover it in glitter, cage it and then use it to describe the sensation of ejaculation (I'm not kidding - this was someones project last year). How can I possible compare with that?!!! Damn Nature for giving me a double X chromosome.
I'm off to indulge in a couple of glasses of naughtiness and get creative, thinking how I can recreate my reproductive organs in toothpaste tubes.
x
I got a merit.
I appreciate that it's a grade that other people would be happy with, but I'm not. I did all the things that my tutor and I talked about and that she got excited about. I followed her advice and experimented. I made work sheets that were bold, interesting and visual. I connected my research with what I'd done and how it had inspired and informed my work. I worked myself stupid, had no social life for 3 weeks (not to mention plenty of evenings I stayed in just finish some piece or other) and ended up with a poorly stomach in the run up to the end if this project. And for what? For her to turn round 3 weeks later and tell me that the things that I did which she had suggested were the areas I needed to work on!!!!!
I know it may sound churlish but what did I do this for? Britswitch was encouraging and reminded me that this was Access and the way to learn was to fail.
Well I'm learning.
It seems that in Access, your work is only interesting if you fashion a sculptural letter "S" into a double ended penis, cover it in glitter, cage it and then use it to describe the sensation of ejaculation (I'm not kidding - this was someones project last year). How can I possible compare with that?!!! Damn Nature for giving me a double X chromosome.
I'm off to indulge in a couple of glasses of naughtiness and get creative, thinking how I can recreate my reproductive organs in toothpaste tubes.
x
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Living's a problem
Today hasn't panned out the way I'd planned.
For a start I had to work (and thus missed the Archers omnibus). In fairness they were desperate or else they wouldn't have asked me in the first place. I am after all a locum and they already pay through the nose for me - imagine the weekend rate.
This afternoon I sat and did some work before I went out for dinner this evening with Tallulah. It was still a celebration - it was after Solstice - however, the evening turned into quite a reflective one. We talked about current situations. Neither of us are particularly happy where we are but at the moment there isn't a way out. She has to do her training for the next few months and I have to wait here until I go to Uni. In the meantime there is really nothing. For me, I feel that I'm disconnected. All I seem to do at the moment is work or college and that's it. It feels like everything is going on around me but I can't find a way of being part of those things.
I think part of the problem is that I'm finding it hard that I have no car. Whilst I'm quite happy with public transport, it doesn't seem to quite work in the way I'd like. What am I saying? It doesn't work at all. If I want to go to London, it's fine but if I wan to go anywhere else then I'm reliant on a lift and I don't like to ask. People here already have their own lives (usually involving significant others). It also doesn't help that there is a distinct lack of "my sort" of people here. Don't get me wrong, I work with some great chaps, but you know when you just click with a group? So far that's really only happened with Bree and Tallulah. I guess I'm feeling a bit friend-sick. Sensible Hottie tells me that this is only a temporary blip and it'll get better - if not immediately, then at least in September, but that seems like a long time to wait. I'm reminded of something a friend said a little while ago. She commented that she was tired of just existing and wanted to be able to live and enjoy that living. Right now I know how she feels.
It's not that I want to be out every night, getting wrecked and enjoying some kind of wild existence - I've done that and it gets boring really quickly (not to mention knackering). I suppose I want to settle. The realisation has come as a shock. I never expected to feel like this but there we are. I want to settle in a nice place, with groovy people, a good night scene and a couple of decent pubs where I can work on art stuff without drunken arses being .. well drunken arses.
Where I currently am is not that place.
So I have to exercise patience - grrr. I at least have hope. As the days get longer and brighter, then so will my future.
x
For a start I had to work (and thus missed the Archers omnibus). In fairness they were desperate or else they wouldn't have asked me in the first place. I am after all a locum and they already pay through the nose for me - imagine the weekend rate.
This afternoon I sat and did some work before I went out for dinner this evening with Tallulah. It was still a celebration - it was after Solstice - however, the evening turned into quite a reflective one. We talked about current situations. Neither of us are particularly happy where we are but at the moment there isn't a way out. She has to do her training for the next few months and I have to wait here until I go to Uni. In the meantime there is really nothing. For me, I feel that I'm disconnected. All I seem to do at the moment is work or college and that's it. It feels like everything is going on around me but I can't find a way of being part of those things.
I think part of the problem is that I'm finding it hard that I have no car. Whilst I'm quite happy with public transport, it doesn't seem to quite work in the way I'd like. What am I saying? It doesn't work at all. If I want to go to London, it's fine but if I wan to go anywhere else then I'm reliant on a lift and I don't like to ask. People here already have their own lives (usually involving significant others). It also doesn't help that there is a distinct lack of "my sort" of people here. Don't get me wrong, I work with some great chaps, but you know when you just click with a group? So far that's really only happened with Bree and Tallulah. I guess I'm feeling a bit friend-sick. Sensible Hottie tells me that this is only a temporary blip and it'll get better - if not immediately, then at least in September, but that seems like a long time to wait. I'm reminded of something a friend said a little while ago. She commented that she was tired of just existing and wanted to be able to live and enjoy that living. Right now I know how she feels.
It's not that I want to be out every night, getting wrecked and enjoying some kind of wild existence - I've done that and it gets boring really quickly (not to mention knackering). I suppose I want to settle. The realisation has come as a shock. I never expected to feel like this but there we are. I want to settle in a nice place, with groovy people, a good night scene and a couple of decent pubs where I can work on art stuff without drunken arses being .. well drunken arses.
Where I currently am is not that place.
So I have to exercise patience - grrr. I at least have hope. As the days get longer and brighter, then so will my future.
x
Friday, December 19, 2008
Plus Ones
Inspired by Roses, I thought I'd share one of my recent favourite songs. I discovered this through a friend and completely fell in love with it. It took a couple of listens before I twigged why it was called "Plus Ones" but when I did, I loved it even more. My friend and I had a very excitable conversation at work about how clever it was. Since then I've been telling as many people as possible about it. I've tried to find a version with a decent sound, so I apologise for dodgy camera work. Anyway Okkervil River with one of the smartest songs I've heard in ages.
x
PS if I was really clever, I'd be able to stick it into my blog but I'm not. Sorry
x
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PS if I was really clever, I'd be able to stick it into my blog but I'm not. Sorry
x
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Mon the Biffy!!!!!!
OH MY GOD!!!
Last night I went to see Biffy Clyro at Brixton. It was fabulous. There had been a little bit of anxiety with tickets and things but yesterday afternoon I left work (eventually), got myself together and headed over to London. I'd arranged to meet Scooooter and his friend Rock Chick at Brixton. They weren't going to be there until 8-ish due to the fact they were both working in Oxford and had to drive over.
I went and hung out at St Pancras for some important art project research. I apologise to my lovely friends who received very enthusiastic texts from me but I just love St Pancras station. It's beautiful, light and airy with a elegant combination of naked brickwork and Victorian iron-work. I was beside myself with joy.
Eventually I left and headed over to Brixton. Scooooter knows that I get anxious about being at places at the right time (he has similar anxieties) and so very thoughtfully suggested we met in a nearby pub including cleara and precise instructions on how to get there. I found it no problem and waited, killing time with some surreptitious sketching and people watching. At about 7.30 Scooooter and Rock Chick arrived and we all had a quick pint, catching up and generally getting excited about the gig. It's entirely Scooooter's fault that I've fallen so in love with the band. I used to flat share with a disgusting individual who was really into them. My logic was if she liked them, there must be something wrong with them. He was determined to prove me wrong and burnt their last album onto a CD for me. I was hooked after the first 3 songs. As we walked to the venue, I reminded him that I didn't like them. "But of course" he said with a grin.
We got in and caught the end of the Frightened Rabbit set. They were excellent although Rock Chick and I had wanted to hear "Backwards Walk" (we either missed it or they didn't play it). However they are definitely worth seeing. Apparently they've improved since the last time the others had seen them and given another year will be fab.
After the set we moved to the back and centre of the floor, standing just near the mixing desk. "If this is where they think the sound is best," said Scooooter pointing at the sound tech "this is where we want to be". Who was I to argue?. We chatted, we waited, we craned our necks, and then they started. They opened with "Living's a problem" and we were off!. All three of us danced around and sang out hearts out. 4 songs in, I turned to Scooooter, and caught him grinning at me. I pointed out to him that no-one likes a smart arse. The crowd was amazing. I'd been warned how "dedicated" Biffy fans were but hadn't really appreciated it. I mean when you go to a gig, you expect everyone to sing along. Last night I realised that Biffy fans take that to a whole new level. It was phenomenal. They played "Whose got a match?" and I bounced like a loon, "Folding Stars" which was beautiful and unlifting as was "Blackened Sky". As hoped, they finished with "Mountains" and the crowd were as one. I'm sat here writing and realising that I'm not doing it any kind of justice. It was truly one of those things that you have to witness to appreciate.
As the three of us left and walked back to Scooooters' car so that he could drive us home, we discussed the last 2 hours. "Yeah I still don't like them" I announced. The others grinned. "I thought the crowd was quite apathetic" said Rock Chick. The drive home was slow due to roadworks on A40 but we sat discussing the next gig - Gaslight Anthem in February. Apparently more dancing! More singing! More jumping! Can't wait
x
Last night I went to see Biffy Clyro at Brixton. It was fabulous. There had been a little bit of anxiety with tickets and things but yesterday afternoon I left work (eventually), got myself together and headed over to London. I'd arranged to meet Scooooter and his friend Rock Chick at Brixton. They weren't going to be there until 8-ish due to the fact they were both working in Oxford and had to drive over.
I went and hung out at St Pancras for some important art project research. I apologise to my lovely friends who received very enthusiastic texts from me but I just love St Pancras station. It's beautiful, light and airy with a elegant combination of naked brickwork and Victorian iron-work. I was beside myself with joy.
Eventually I left and headed over to Brixton. Scooooter knows that I get anxious about being at places at the right time (he has similar anxieties) and so very thoughtfully suggested we met in a nearby pub including cleara and precise instructions on how to get there. I found it no problem and waited, killing time with some surreptitious sketching and people watching. At about 7.30 Scooooter and Rock Chick arrived and we all had a quick pint, catching up and generally getting excited about the gig. It's entirely Scooooter's fault that I've fallen so in love with the band. I used to flat share with a disgusting individual who was really into them. My logic was if she liked them, there must be something wrong with them. He was determined to prove me wrong and burnt their last album onto a CD for me. I was hooked after the first 3 songs. As we walked to the venue, I reminded him that I didn't like them. "But of course" he said with a grin.
We got in and caught the end of the Frightened Rabbit set. They were excellent although Rock Chick and I had wanted to hear "Backwards Walk" (we either missed it or they didn't play it). However they are definitely worth seeing. Apparently they've improved since the last time the others had seen them and given another year will be fab.
After the set we moved to the back and centre of the floor, standing just near the mixing desk. "If this is where they think the sound is best," said Scooooter pointing at the sound tech "this is where we want to be". Who was I to argue?. We chatted, we waited, we craned our necks, and then they started. They opened with "Living's a problem" and we were off!. All three of us danced around and sang out hearts out. 4 songs in, I turned to Scooooter, and caught him grinning at me. I pointed out to him that no-one likes a smart arse. The crowd was amazing. I'd been warned how "dedicated" Biffy fans were but hadn't really appreciated it. I mean when you go to a gig, you expect everyone to sing along. Last night I realised that Biffy fans take that to a whole new level. It was phenomenal. They played "Whose got a match?" and I bounced like a loon, "Folding Stars" which was beautiful and unlifting as was "Blackened Sky". As hoped, they finished with "Mountains" and the crowd were as one. I'm sat here writing and realising that I'm not doing it any kind of justice. It was truly one of those things that you have to witness to appreciate.
As the three of us left and walked back to Scooooters' car so that he could drive us home, we discussed the last 2 hours. "Yeah I still don't like them" I announced. The others grinned. "I thought the crowd was quite apathetic" said Rock Chick. The drive home was slow due to roadworks on A40 but we sat discussing the next gig - Gaslight Anthem in February. Apparently more dancing! More singing! More jumping! Can't wait
x
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Artistic Plans
I mentioned in my last post that I has some plans for projects in the new year.
There are actually two and they both have different goals but will ultimately (hopefully) help me to become more creative and look at things in a new way.
The first is to participate in Sketchcrawl. I found this quite by accident, whilst researching for a different project. As with all things that catch my eye, I bookmarked it and one afternoon had a proper look. It's basically a day when you roam around a place and sketch. How you do this and the length of time you spend is entirely up to you - a certain freedom I like. Sketching is something that still feels quite alien to me and I know I need to work at that, finding my own comfort with it and my own style. Sketchcrawl seems to be a way of achieving both those things. Apparently it's a worldwide thing, with people meeting up and sketching as a group. This isn't really my thing - I'm quite happy on my own (especially with my iPod) and have never been much of a joiner. However I've decided to pick a city and spend the day there drawing. I'll also cheat a little bit and not limit myself to sketching but will most likely include elements of photography, textural analysis and colour observations. I struggled with this deviation of "the rules" but decided that if I make it more relevant to me, then I'll find it easier to stick to and the process will become more informative for me. I also thought that I may have done a couple of these by the time I go for University interviews and a couple more sketchbooks will only look good - as long as they are used properly.
While Sketchcrawl will help with my sketching and interpreting of ideas, the next project will test a whole other skill.
Discipline.
Despite my inner Hermione, my self discipline is not all it could be. I start things with drive and enthusiasm and then get bogged down in "stuff" before having a last minute panic as the deadline approaches (see my last project posts for the evidence!). To try and combat this I've set myself a goal. To take a picture every day and post it on my shiny new blog - 365. (imaginative title huh!). The idea came about after a conversation with someone at college. He and I both use photography as part of our image collections but I sometimes feel that mine look a bit samey. As I thought about this some more on the train, I started to think about how I could use it to improve my photography, play with compositions and gather a range of images that I could use for future projects rather than one for a specific idea - eg "The Book", "Leaves" etc. This was all well and good but I know myself too well, so decided to try and add an element that would encourage some kind of discipline - hence the new blog. I've called it "365" but we'll see how long it lasts. I may have to rename it "4". There are of course rules (much to Hermiones' joy).
* I can take as many images as I like, but can only post one
* The image I post has to have been taken on that day
* I'm not allowed to skip days - except in exceptional circumstances. (I can't be arsed isn't good enough).
It's been really exciting having new things to look forward to and I really can't wait to get cracking. Hopefully both new projects will give me some important skills and, more importantly, allow me to really have some fun with my art.
x
There are actually two and they both have different goals but will ultimately (hopefully) help me to become more creative and look at things in a new way.
The first is to participate in Sketchcrawl. I found this quite by accident, whilst researching for a different project. As with all things that catch my eye, I bookmarked it and one afternoon had a proper look. It's basically a day when you roam around a place and sketch. How you do this and the length of time you spend is entirely up to you - a certain freedom I like. Sketching is something that still feels quite alien to me and I know I need to work at that, finding my own comfort with it and my own style. Sketchcrawl seems to be a way of achieving both those things. Apparently it's a worldwide thing, with people meeting up and sketching as a group. This isn't really my thing - I'm quite happy on my own (especially with my iPod) and have never been much of a joiner. However I've decided to pick a city and spend the day there drawing. I'll also cheat a little bit and not limit myself to sketching but will most likely include elements of photography, textural analysis and colour observations. I struggled with this deviation of "the rules" but decided that if I make it more relevant to me, then I'll find it easier to stick to and the process will become more informative for me. I also thought that I may have done a couple of these by the time I go for University interviews and a couple more sketchbooks will only look good - as long as they are used properly.
While Sketchcrawl will help with my sketching and interpreting of ideas, the next project will test a whole other skill.
Discipline.
Despite my inner Hermione, my self discipline is not all it could be. I start things with drive and enthusiasm and then get bogged down in "stuff" before having a last minute panic as the deadline approaches (see my last project posts for the evidence!). To try and combat this I've set myself a goal. To take a picture every day and post it on my shiny new blog - 365. (imaginative title huh!). The idea came about after a conversation with someone at college. He and I both use photography as part of our image collections but I sometimes feel that mine look a bit samey. As I thought about this some more on the train, I started to think about how I could use it to improve my photography, play with compositions and gather a range of images that I could use for future projects rather than one for a specific idea - eg "The Book", "Leaves" etc. This was all well and good but I know myself too well, so decided to try and add an element that would encourage some kind of discipline - hence the new blog. I've called it "365" but we'll see how long it lasts. I may have to rename it "4". There are of course rules (much to Hermiones' joy).
* I can take as many images as I like, but can only post one
* The image I post has to have been taken on that day
* I'm not allowed to skip days - except in exceptional circumstances. (I can't be arsed isn't good enough).
It's been really exciting having new things to look forward to and I really can't wait to get cracking. Hopefully both new projects will give me some important skills and, more importantly, allow me to really have some fun with my art.
x
Monday, December 08, 2008
A question of balance
I finally feel like I've caught up after my presentation. I know it sounds daft but for the last week I've felt a bit unsettled. I've been coming home from work thinking "Oh I have to do ... for my project" only to remember that I don't. It makes me feel a bit bereft. Don't get me wrong - I have plenty of new things to be getting on with - my next project, Christmas presents, playing with new ideas - but I'm giving up something I've carried for so long and it's taken a little while to get that straight in my head. One part of me will miss it but there is a big part of me at the moment that is pleased that it's done and dusted. I'm sure it's something that I'll re-visit at some point in the future but right now I think a trial separation would be healthy.
There are plans afoot and I've got some projects planned for the new year - more in another post. In fact I can't wait to start but for the time being I'll have to. Sorry for the mystery but all will become clear - promise.
In the meantime I'm remembering how it feels to have a little playtime. I started this last weekend with Bree on Friday. Nothing raucous, just a quiet dinner and a couple of glasses of naughtiness but it was a real tonic. As was the Saturday afternoon/evening I spent with Britswitch. I can't remember laughing so much in ages. Never mind celebrating her birthday (which we did with some style) Hermione was given a day off and my inner 5 year-old was given some much needed freedom.
Fortunately the fun looks set to continue. I'm off to Brixton a week on Wednesday with my friend Scooooter (aka Music Obsessive) and his mates to see Biffy Clyro. I'm really looking forward to it. The band's great and I'm told they're excellent live. Frankly as long as they play "Mountains" and "Who's got a match?" I'll be a happy woman. I don't even have to worry about getting home. I was going to stop in London overnight but Scooooter has kindly offered to run me home as I'm on his way (and he knows I get anxious about public transport). We're also planning to see The Gaslight Anthem in February after he told me how good they were when he saw them on Friday and told me I had to see them.
I'm not thinking about the fact that my application for Dublin has to be in by then. I'll worry about that nearer the time and by having something fab to look forward to, hopefully I won't get so stressed.
I am being sensible and diligent. This evening I'll do some a bit of stuff for Dublin - if only so that I have something to post and therefore prove I'm not slacking off. However It's nice to have some balance at last.
x
There are plans afoot and I've got some projects planned for the new year - more in another post. In fact I can't wait to start but for the time being I'll have to. Sorry for the mystery but all will become clear - promise.
In the meantime I'm remembering how it feels to have a little playtime. I started this last weekend with Bree on Friday. Nothing raucous, just a quiet dinner and a couple of glasses of naughtiness but it was a real tonic. As was the Saturday afternoon/evening I spent with Britswitch. I can't remember laughing so much in ages. Never mind celebrating her birthday (which we did with some style) Hermione was given a day off and my inner 5 year-old was given some much needed freedom.
Fortunately the fun looks set to continue. I'm off to Brixton a week on Wednesday with my friend Scooooter (aka Music Obsessive) and his mates to see Biffy Clyro. I'm really looking forward to it. The band's great and I'm told they're excellent live. Frankly as long as they play "Mountains" and "Who's got a match?" I'll be a happy woman. I don't even have to worry about getting home. I was going to stop in London overnight but Scooooter has kindly offered to run me home as I'm on his way (and he knows I get anxious about public transport). We're also planning to see The Gaslight Anthem in February after he told me how good they were when he saw them on Friday and told me I had to see them.
I'm not thinking about the fact that my application for Dublin has to be in by then. I'll worry about that nearer the time and by having something fab to look forward to, hopefully I won't get so stressed.
I am being sensible and diligent. This evening I'll do some a bit of stuff for Dublin - if only so that I have something to post and therefore prove I'm not slacking off. However It's nice to have some balance at last.
x
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Done at last
I'm sat at home after a very long day typing this before going to bed.
Today I had my presentation.
After a weekend of sitting at home frantically working (and swearing), I bundled up my precious work and headed for college. I was feeling remarkably relaxed, having finished on Sunday with a "F**k it. I've done enough". (Then I had a attack of panicky guilt so had to ring DQ who assured me that she was sure that I had). Monday never feels like a real day because I'm only at work until and then I'm on a train all afternoon. This time the journey was more sedate. I didn't want my work to get damaged in a crush of travellers. That said I got through London with little trouble and arrived in Norwich in a relaxed state.
I had a pleasant evening with Mummy G. We laughed and gossiped and she gave me some motherly advice. This morning I got up and strolled into college. Because I got there early, I got volunteered to do my presentation first. To be honest it didn't bother me - at least it was done. I felt better prepared than last time and my work seemed to flow better making for an enjoyable experience. I got a huge kick out of standing in front of people and telling them about my project, the journey and my resolved piece. It made a nice change - normally I have to stand in front of people to give them a bollocking.
The journey home tonight took forever. I stayed late at college because the presentations over-ran and I wanted to stay and listen to people who had sat and listened with patience and interest to me. Unfortunately it meant that I missed all my connections so didn't get back home until about 9.
I'm knackered.
I just wanted to say "I've finished" before heading for bed. So there you go. All done and next week is the last week before Christmas. We're starting our Final Major Projects which is really exciting. I've often thought about this project - it's entirely self-elected - and wondered what I may do. As always, thoughts that I've had have changed and undoubtedly my tutor will chip in with her own suggstions. However, I only have to work on that a little bit over Christmas. I'm going to have some time off from college work to focus on Dublin application and portfolio which'll mean no real rest but then again I like it that way. Heaven fore fend that I have a chance to be bored!!!
x
Today I had my presentation.
After a weekend of sitting at home frantically working (and swearing), I bundled up my precious work and headed for college. I was feeling remarkably relaxed, having finished on Sunday with a "F**k it. I've done enough". (Then I had a attack of panicky guilt so had to ring DQ who assured me that she was sure that I had). Monday never feels like a real day because I'm only at work until and then I'm on a train all afternoon. This time the journey was more sedate. I didn't want my work to get damaged in a crush of travellers. That said I got through London with little trouble and arrived in Norwich in a relaxed state.
I had a pleasant evening with Mummy G. We laughed and gossiped and she gave me some motherly advice. This morning I got up and strolled into college. Because I got there early, I got volunteered to do my presentation first. To be honest it didn't bother me - at least it was done. I felt better prepared than last time and my work seemed to flow better making for an enjoyable experience. I got a huge kick out of standing in front of people and telling them about my project, the journey and my resolved piece. It made a nice change - normally I have to stand in front of people to give them a bollocking.
The journey home tonight took forever. I stayed late at college because the presentations over-ran and I wanted to stay and listen to people who had sat and listened with patience and interest to me. Unfortunately it meant that I missed all my connections so didn't get back home until about 9.
I'm knackered.
I just wanted to say "I've finished" before heading for bed. So there you go. All done and next week is the last week before Christmas. We're starting our Final Major Projects which is really exciting. I've often thought about this project - it's entirely self-elected - and wondered what I may do. As always, thoughts that I've had have changed and undoubtedly my tutor will chip in with her own suggstions. However, I only have to work on that a little bit over Christmas. I'm going to have some time off from college work to focus on Dublin application and portfolio which'll mean no real rest but then again I like it that way. Heaven fore fend that I have a chance to be bored!!!
x
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