I just saw this person's blog.I forgot what it was called and who it was by but apparently she is quite famous because of it. She has written 100000000000 blog posts and I'm struggling to understand where she finds the time? I wish I had more time to write but...still.
This week is going to be so hectic with the list of work I have to complete by the 4th January:
- 1 FULL sketchbook
- Finish the other sketchbook
- Produce 6 design boards
- 2 outcomes
- Photoshop work- Take photographs
- 1,200 word essay on 4 objects.
And now apparently life drawing homework which is an essay and 5 gallery visits and all this other shit.
As student rep, I had to email some people from my class basically asking them to give me a list of bullet points to complain about the ridiculous amount of work we have to do.
Most of them didn't even know we had to have a life drawing sketchbook.......
Anyway It's Christmas?! It shouldn't be called a holiday because it is clearly not going to be.
I am trying to figure out how I am not going to suffer from a hangover everyday (my hangovers last ALL DAY...until I drink more)
Wednesday - Cheapskates
Thursday - Punk
Friday - Friend's Birthday at the pub
Saturday - Redback
Sunday - Imogen's Christmas party
It's not like I can say no to all these events because I have not seen people from uni/chiswick/west LDN in forevvvvvvvvvverrrrrrrrrrrr and also it will be better than sitting at home with a sketchbook in one hand and an unfinished essay in the other.
But after this week I am pretty much available I think. We'll see.....
Also I have to spend time with my granny <3 she is the cutest little woman. She's Turkish and speaks next to no English. This is probably the last time I am going to see her, so I think I'll make the most of it.
DRINKDRINKDRINKDRINKDRINKDRINK.
Wednesday, 15 December 2010
''I am going to my room to masturbate before I have a light lunch,If you would like to come and watch''
- Salvador Dali you crazy motherfucker.
Life in East and life in West, they are both so different.
In Whitechapel, life is more surreal
In Chiswick, life is calm and a place to go and hibernate because no-one is here anymore. I guess I prefer the drama in Whitechapel because the drama in Chiswick is boring and I'm getting so tired of it because It never changes and It's also like living in a bubble.Not that I don't like that sometimes, which is why I occassionally come back.It's quite boring most of the time.
People are wondering why Cher didn't cry when she was booted out of the X Factor
It's because she has a £1000,000 record deal...
The first time she auditioned, you could see the dollar sign in Simon Cowell's eyes.
Willow Smith =
How could her dad let her sing these lyrics
''I whip it real hard
Real hard
I Whip it real hard''
Whip what exactly? Her hair? I highly doubt it.
''Shake em off'' Shake who off?! men?! at her age?! She may look amazing blah blah blah but Shouldn't she be singing about barbie dolls and having her first WKD, if that.Isn't she like 10 years old?
Life in East and life in West, they are both so different.
In Whitechapel, life is more surreal
In Chiswick, life is calm and a place to go and hibernate because no-one is here anymore. I guess I prefer the drama in Whitechapel because the drama in Chiswick is boring and I'm getting so tired of it because It never changes and It's also like living in a bubble.Not that I don't like that sometimes, which is why I occassionally come back.It's quite boring most of the time.
People are wondering why Cher didn't cry when she was booted out of the X Factor
It's because she has a £1000,000 record deal...
The first time she auditioned, you could see the dollar sign in Simon Cowell's eyes.
Willow Smith =
How could her dad let her sing these lyrics
''I whip it real hard
Real hard
I Whip it real hard''
Whip what exactly? Her hair? I highly doubt it.
''Shake em off'' Shake who off?! men?! at her age?! She may look amazing blah blah blah but Shouldn't she be singing about barbie dolls and having her first WKD, if that.Isn't she like 10 years old?
Tuesday, 7 December 2010
Tornado Fetish.
These are probably one of my favourite things to research and watch. Oh god, how sad does that sound?!
It's just so interesting that they are huge and caused by nature, the reach to the clouds and something that you probably didn't know is that in the middle of a tornado, it is completely peaceful. Even though tornadoes are destructive, I can imagine that they are incredible to watch. One day I would love to see one. Maybe even be in one? no that's a bit insane but I wish there was more video footage up close of a tornado. I don't know how this obsession started. I am not alone, there are other people who are also a member of ''Storm Chasers'' Even though I've never actually even seen a ''storm''. If I did, I would like to take photographs like these.....
This one looks slightly photoshopped????
It's just so interesting that they are huge and caused by nature, the reach to the clouds and something that you probably didn't know is that in the middle of a tornado, it is completely peaceful. Even though tornadoes are destructive, I can imagine that they are incredible to watch. One day I would love to see one. Maybe even be in one? no that's a bit insane but I wish there was more video footage up close of a tornado. I don't know how this obsession started. I am not alone, there are other people who are also a member of ''Storm Chasers'' Even though I've never actually even seen a ''storm''. If I did, I would like to take photographs like these.....
This one looks slightly photoshopped????
The Past And The Present.
My brother has become really cool... For someone who I thought didn't listen to ANY music, likes AC/DC and The Beatles AND Queen?! This is truly a shocker.Especially if you knew Ben.
My 14 year old brother who is really more of a 10 year old.
Jeremy Kyle- you are no longer my guilty pleasure, you have dissapointed me with your repetitive nature of revolting looking creatures who havn't learnt how to use a condom , you know that latex thing that you put on the end of it? no...okay.
All of the people are exactly the same, I swear I've seen some of the same people on the show at least 3 times? to get 3 DNA tests because they have slept with multiple people.
I went to Brighton University open day today which was kind of pointless seeing as I went to a talk about history of art when I want to apply for fine art...
My dad came with me-big mistake. He was so cringe, he fell asleep in the auditorium where the talk was being held (there were like 30 people there) I was debating whether or not to wake him up. I thought about this for a good 2 minutes because
1. If I wake him up, he might twitch and grunt noisely
2. If I don't wake him up, he could potentially begin to snore very loudly which knowing my dad would be most likely to occur.
I thought that if he did snore, I would try and move away. Anyway I just left him. Thank god only 10 minutes of the talk was left.
I think I should disguise people's identity better in my blog. Everyone seems to know who I am talking about in most posts. I don't know if this is a bad thing or not because I have not recieved any complaints as of yet. Also it shows how I feel about some people, but in a more cowardly way.
I get the most random phonecalls from friends who I always thought I wasn't particularly close to, which is a nice surprise because it makes me think that I am more connected with my old friends who have gone off to Uni. At the same time, I have fallen out with people who I never thought I would fall out with, some of them have been surprising, some not. When I think of the reasons why we have fallen out, they seem stupid...well some of them aren't but those are broken friendships that are impossible to recover from. I always want to see the best in everyone because I don't like thinking that someone could be THAT nasty. I have a soft spot for a lot of people. People who I have always loved having as a friend, people who I couldn't imagine my life without, people who I know make a huge difference to my day.
I find people very confusing at times and hard to read but I guess that just makes things a bit more interesting, not necessarily in a good way.
In an odd way I miss the people I used to be friends with, I know that they are not genuine people but it was a lot of fun while it lasted. I guess it can be a good memory that I can look back on, we shouldn't dwell on the past. Maybe it was just that life was easier in general then, when I was 15. At the time, I thought my life was really hard but now that I look back on it, it wasn't at all, to be honest it was so easy. Especially compared to now. I wonder what those people are doing now, the people I spent 2 intense years with. I can guarantee some of them have probably become smackheads...or drug dealers... a lot of them have had babies too. What a lovely combination.
Maybe something like this.........
My 14 year old brother who is really more of a 10 year old.
Jeremy Kyle- you are no longer my guilty pleasure, you have dissapointed me with your repetitive nature of revolting looking creatures who havn't learnt how to use a condom , you know that latex thing that you put on the end of it? no...okay.
All of the people are exactly the same, I swear I've seen some of the same people on the show at least 3 times? to get 3 DNA tests because they have slept with multiple people.
I went to Brighton University open day today which was kind of pointless seeing as I went to a talk about history of art when I want to apply for fine art...
My dad came with me-big mistake. He was so cringe, he fell asleep in the auditorium where the talk was being held (there were like 30 people there) I was debating whether or not to wake him up. I thought about this for a good 2 minutes because
1. If I wake him up, he might twitch and grunt noisely
2. If I don't wake him up, he could potentially begin to snore very loudly which knowing my dad would be most likely to occur.
I thought that if he did snore, I would try and move away. Anyway I just left him. Thank god only 10 minutes of the talk was left.
I think I should disguise people's identity better in my blog. Everyone seems to know who I am talking about in most posts. I don't know if this is a bad thing or not because I have not recieved any complaints as of yet. Also it shows how I feel about some people, but in a more cowardly way.
I get the most random phonecalls from friends who I always thought I wasn't particularly close to, which is a nice surprise because it makes me think that I am more connected with my old friends who have gone off to Uni. At the same time, I have fallen out with people who I never thought I would fall out with, some of them have been surprising, some not. When I think of the reasons why we have fallen out, they seem stupid...well some of them aren't but those are broken friendships that are impossible to recover from. I always want to see the best in everyone because I don't like thinking that someone could be THAT nasty. I have a soft spot for a lot of people. People who I have always loved having as a friend, people who I couldn't imagine my life without, people who I know make a huge difference to my day.
I find people very confusing at times and hard to read but I guess that just makes things a bit more interesting, not necessarily in a good way.
In an odd way I miss the people I used to be friends with, I know that they are not genuine people but it was a lot of fun while it lasted. I guess it can be a good memory that I can look back on, we shouldn't dwell on the past. Maybe it was just that life was easier in general then, when I was 15. At the time, I thought my life was really hard but now that I look back on it, it wasn't at all, to be honest it was so easy. Especially compared to now. I wonder what those people are doing now, the people I spent 2 intense years with. I can guarantee some of them have probably become smackheads...or drug dealers... a lot of them have had babies too. What a lovely combination.
Maybe something like this.........
Sunday, 5 December 2010
A Representation Of The Fashion Industry: FALSE
Dove Evolution.
I know it's really old but It's just so good.
Saturday, 4 December 2010
You Sexy Thang.
WWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW
Imagine waking up next to THAT.
His parents don't talk to him anymore.No seriously, the don't.
I'd be far too scared to even look at him let alone have a casual conversation with him.
His plastic surgery is inspired by cats. He believes that in his past life he was a cat and his heritage was a tribe who looked like this? apparetly so.
Applying For Fine Art
I am actually quite scared that unis that I am applying to will see this blog...
You know how work places and universities always stalk your facebook, blog, etc...
Maybe I should say this is my extra curricular activity.
So the other night I was at my friends party in halls and this GREASY, DISGUSTING, REVOLTING, HORRENDOUS, SICKENING CREATURE comes up to me with his discoloured teeth which had brown stains on them and his GREASY mop of GREASY hair (if you could even call it that, I'd say it was more of a wig that someone had shat on) grabs my arm (hard) and tries to drag me off to his room in halls.
GREASY WIG MAN: Starts saying how he can be my Ken (because my nickname is Barbie) What a revolting line.I bet he thought he was being really smooth. well you weren't you freaky creature.
''Just come for one drink'' He looks at me with an attempted seductive glare. It looks like he has been hit by a bus or something.
ME: ''ERRR no fuck off you cunt''
GREASE MAN : ''But we have a Dj in our room'' as if this is some sort of ploy to impress me-which believe me I am so far from.
He is still gripping my arm like a slimeball so at this point I am actually QUITE scared, on a scale of 1-10 I would say I was nearer the 10 mark. I struggle to get him off me so I could disinfect myself ASAP. Afterwards, I just call a cab and go home. He put me in such a bad mood. Stupid cunt.
You know how work places and universities always stalk your facebook, blog, etc...
Maybe I should say this is my extra curricular activity.
So the other night I was at my friends party in halls and this GREASY, DISGUSTING, REVOLTING, HORRENDOUS, SICKENING CREATURE comes up to me with his discoloured teeth which had brown stains on them and his GREASY mop of GREASY hair (if you could even call it that, I'd say it was more of a wig that someone had shat on) grabs my arm (hard) and tries to drag me off to his room in halls.
GREASY WIG MAN: Starts saying how he can be my Ken (because my nickname is Barbie) What a revolting line.I bet he thought he was being really smooth. well you weren't you freaky creature.
''Just come for one drink'' He looks at me with an attempted seductive glare. It looks like he has been hit by a bus or something.
ME: ''ERRR no fuck off you cunt''
GREASE MAN : ''But we have a Dj in our room'' as if this is some sort of ploy to impress me-which believe me I am so far from.
He is still gripping my arm like a slimeball so at this point I am actually QUITE scared, on a scale of 1-10 I would say I was nearer the 10 mark. I struggle to get him off me so I could disinfect myself ASAP. Afterwards, I just call a cab and go home. He put me in such a bad mood. Stupid cunt.
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