So, in my illustration class there are a few guys who just don't seem to want to be there. They piss about, talk over the teachers, sulk around, us thier phones and come in really late each morning. My lecturer is peeved at them, but has talked to them already about attendance and about thier lateness and swearing, and they give Not A Shit ( Read more... )

When I get really good news, I am often loathe to put it in my LJ, this is a classic example why that is ( Read more... )

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We got the forms signed! I paid the money, and paid £100 for Justines share as well, as she is skint at the moment (though I'm getting it back!!) and we will each be paying a huge amount next Friday (£420! *whimper*) and then we're done ( Read more... )

So, last month, quite early in the month, I had an MRI scan. It wasn't the most fun thing ever, but it was to find out what the hells wrong with my brainmeats ( Read more... )

It felt really *really* good.

Now I don't have to keep up with all that shite :)

Anyway, if you know me, you probly know I really like body mods ( Read more... )

All this time i've been buried in the sand, smiling up at you. Knowing the tides coming in, but thinking you'll dig me out just in time. I had to, just to know you'd dig me out.

The tide came in, and you left.

So, going home for Christmas tomorrow. Today I have cleaned the bathroom, hoovered and dusted, cleaned the fucking awful filthy kitchen (but not emptied Morgans foul pile of rubbish he seems to be cultivating beside the bin itself - I'll empty the main bin, which I hardly use, but still use so it seems vaguely fair - although I have the sneaking ( Read more... )

Damn, I feel angry right now ( Read more... )