Been so stressed for the last 2 weeks and I’m walking around with this permenant depressed look on my face.
Oh and I fell down the stairs last night and bruised me cocksics…

so yeah…I’m having a bad time, so bad that I’m applying for special consideration on my Art GCSE.
Oh and my nan is staying over the weekend. God knows I love her, but last time she stayed over (about 5 years ago) and the time before that (about 7 years ago) she flooded Eleanor’s room and it dripped through into the study.

We loaned it for 10 years - the time is up. Get over it people!

So, I’ve decided from now on I’m gonna say that I have a phobia of newspapers. I don’t really, but I hate them - and this time my reason is a good one.

My dad writes crosswords for the independant and telegraph so is always buying papers and leaving them on the floor, cause he’s a lazy pig, and I’ve been surrounded by them my whole life. Cleaning them up is sooo irritating too because I get the print on my fingers and they feel horrible.

The only newspaper related thing I ever read is the Guardian magazine, because the people who write the columns are funny. Apart from that, I don’t ever want to buy papers - they are horrible.

Taken from http://www.artandculture.com

“As time progresses, however, subtle movements blossom into full-blown discomfort — the performance soon becomes an endurance test, with several dozen policemen reduced to fidgety children. As it subjugates traditional authority figures by placing them in civilized captivity, the piece becomes a commentary on the ephemeral nature of social power.”

It’s 3 rows of policemen and women sitting still for an hour. Firstly, why the hell would any person think about making a “commentary on the ephemeral nature of social power” and secondly, who’s gonna sit there for an hour and watch it?

Bastard artists, I bet Gillian Wearing is one of those crazy femenists too.

Yes, that title took me a whole 10 seconds to come up with.

I really want the scanner to work :( why does everything break around me? It’s not fair…

Anyway, I’ve finally finished getting everything I had on the other computer onto this new one except for loads of songs, because I’ve forgotten them.  Ah well…they’ll come to me and then all will be well again.

Hmmm…they say everyone has a book inside them, but I haven’t written anything since I was about 11, when I was really good at it. Now, any attempt at a fantasy story would be pitiful; so I don’t bother. BUT…I do have lots of ideas; my favourite one being about a genetically mutated wolf boy who escapes from the research lab he was brought up in and what not. That description sounds terrible but I’ve had this idea for a good 3/4 years now, even if it probably has been done…

Ah whatever, maybe I don’t have a book in me, but a manga…if I could ever be arsed to draw it (which is probably never).