Sunday 27 April 2008

Dreadful.

To quickly update you on the finger front; there's been no change, it's still weirdly numb.

I've been itching to do something drasticly different with my hair for a while now and I think I'm gonna get dreads. I've been e-mailing a very helpful woman who puts in dreadlocks and she's been overloading me with options. I think I'm going to go for real dreads with permanent real hair extentions. Although, the hair needs to be a minimum of three inches to start a dread, so bits of my hair might be a bit short. And also it'll be mighty expensive, probably around £400, which is an amount I really shouldn't be spending considering I'm suppose to be saving up. Oh dear.

I spent the entire day today watching films and browsing the net and went to a life drawing class this evening. I wasted such a considerable amount of time this weekend that I have done no work for college and thus have no news to post about. It's time I shut up really.

Saturday 26 April 2008

Drinking, diets and a desensitized digit.

The middle finger on my left hand is inexplicably numb. I've had pins and needles in it for about three days now. It's FREAKING ME OUT.

On another note, I'm feeling a bit bleurgh today. Think I had a few too many last night. I won't go into it. I spent so much money. And consumed so much stuff of high calorie and saturated fat content. Sad face.

My mum said I was looking a bit thinner this morning. She was clearly lying as I've not lost any weight. Yet. Gotta try harder today to make up for mu big hiccup yesterday. And the day before. Ha ha.

But seriously.. This finger thing... Why?

Wednesday 23 April 2008

Aesthetics.

I got my hair done yesterday, it is brown and blue now. I wanted it bleached white blonde or some other pale colour, but alas the dude did it dark. I don't like it. Best not to dwell on appearances though, eh? Hopefully it can be changed easily enough.

He did my make-up as well for a photoshoot, it was horrific! I'm utterly paranoid about people seeing me before I've got my slap on (I know I'm vain, but I can't help it) and I have a thing about people touching my face. I suppose it looked okay in the end, I suppose...

I am currently in the process of designing another tattoo for myself. It's gonna be a fairly big one. Although I'm conscious that it might be wise to hold back a wee whilebefore I get it done as I've already had three done this year. And I'm supposed to be saving money for a flat or whatever after the summer. I need to perfect the designs for it first anyway as I have a few ideas swimming around my napper.

Monday 21 April 2008

The suspense is over.

I have an unconditional for direct entry into fine art, year two at Dundee. Offer was accepted at lunch time today. I'm a very happy rabbit just now. A very happy one.

Sunday 20 April 2008

Beware; this is boring enough for you to want to gouge your eyes out if you aren't incredibly easily entertained.

The lovely UCAS website told me that I have an unconditional offer for art school in Dundee. I'm terribly tempted to be ecstatic about this as I was convinced I wasn't going to get in (probably because I was knocked back from Glasgow, Edinburgh and Dundee last year), however I have a feeling I might be getting my hopes up; you see I can't help but think it is a mistake as they haven't seen me for an interview. The worst of it was that because I checked the site on Friday night, I had to endure the entire torturous weekend of being unsure before I can phone them to settle my queries. I'm going to call up tomorrow morning first thing. I'll thoroughly miss Glasgow if I move, but every time I think about it, I get more and more excited about getting away from a lot of things here and moreso the new experiences I'm bound to have there. How corny of me; shut up Jillian.

I'm due back to college from after the Easter holidays tomorrow and I'm feeling incredibly guilty about the lack of work I've produced.. Except the essay I completed. But I can't be too proud of that because it was supposed to be handed in months ago. I've done pretty much zilch practical work bar taken a couple of photos and one or two undeserving-of-a-mention sketches. Oh dear. I'm going to bed.. Sleep will prevent me from both worrying about my unproductivity and from me spouting another paragraph or three of dull mumblings about the goings on of my uninteresting-to-anyone-but-me life.

Monday 14 April 2008

From yoghurt to yoga.

Amongst the multitude of new year's resolutions I made was to try to feel a tad better about myself. And now in April, a third of the way through 2008, I'm finally getting round to making a start on that.

My first ever proper diet hasn't exactly gone swimmingly so far; the very day I started it, I caved in and ate two creme eggs. But I am trying. It's slightly oxymoronic, but I never knew how satisfying hunger could feel. I just need to work on not giving into tempatation; the guilt after the gorge isn't so pleasant. I've been attempting to eat mostly fruit, yoghurt and cereal, I'm not really sure whether that's good for me or not. I'd like to lose some weight, but if I can just feel a bit fresher and less sluggish, that's be okay.

And today I started a yoga. I don't really know what I expected, but it surpassed it anyway. There were a lot of elderly ladies, including a ninty-two year old woman who was as supple and agile as me. I hope that says more about the state of her health than mine, but I wouldn't bet on it! The teacher was just incredible. Her voice was really comforting and she was so knowledgable. She told me that many people find inspiration through yoga and said certain aspects of it can awaken creativity, which sounds perfect for me; I'm not as ponderous and imaginative as I normally am or would like at the moment. I felt so ethereal during the session, whilst doing my body some good, so I'm definetly going to try and go as often as possible. I think she runs more than one class every day, so I might aim to attend at least once or twice a week.

Thursday 10 April 2008

I promised you something exciting...

And here it is; an anecdote of exhilirant proportions. Do you think you're ready? Perhaps you should take more time to prepare yourself for this truly mind-blowing, eye-popping, spine-tingling stuff. Here goes..

Shortly after I'd come offline this morning, having created this beautiful blog, the post arrived. As usual, I had to race my gorgeous doggy, Cass to the front door. When she wins, she rips everything into shreds, which puts the pressure on me to get there first. And being the least fit person to walk (or rather, lazily traipse) the planet, my chances aren't brilliant. This morning, I managed to succeed and gathered up all the mail as she was leaping around me and barking like some crazed bampot. Anyway, to rip myself from following this tangent I seem to have wandered off onto, among the other stuff (including a Kimya Dawson CD I'd bought from Amazon, my bank statement and an invitation to some art talk at the Tramway), was an incredibly light (as in weight, not colour), brown cardboard box. I opened up the parcel and inside there was (here comes the titillating climax...) absolutly nothing. Barren. Devoid, destitute, desolate. Uninhabited, unoccupied. Bare. Thoroughly empty! As for who sent me this mysteriously vacant box; I have no idea. How curious.

Okay, so perhaps I hyped this story up a notch, but it is by far the most exciting thing that has happened to me today and I felt I should share it to those poor unfortunate souls that have nothing better to do with their time than to read this. Just so that you know, I'm not so egotistical that I imagine millions of people are sat at their computers, reading my eejit ramblings. I guess I'm really typing this to satisfy my own boredom and if the person I'm talking to right now really does exist, well that'll be an unexpected bonus. Hello there!

Now, I'm off to listen to my newly purchased Remember That I Love You now. Stop distracting me from such an important task, internet!

Explanation come apology.

The problem with this blog is that I am probably only going to be writing in it when I am disenchanted with everything else, as I am now. Thus my posts are likely going to be incredibly lukewarm, unperceiving and generally pretty dull. Ha ha, enjoy!

Been spending a lot of time alone recently (with the exception of being at work). Which doesn't bother me, but does seem to somehow hinder my social skills and ability to cater to the amusement of others. Not that I have ever been proficient in that area to start with.

However, what I'm really trying to say is, bear with me if I'm boring you to tears. I should also point out that there's always the option of not reading this, going offline and doing something worthwhile with your time. But I know what a horrific idea that will sound to you... Fulfilling, meaningful, productive tasks aways require so much more effort!

There were two muffins in an oven, one said "It's getting hot in here.", to which the other replied "Oh my Lord! A talking muffin!".

That was my best joke. Did you love it? No? Okay, what about this..?

What did the fish say when it swam into the wall?

Wait for it...

"Dam."

Okay, I'm spent. I'll report back when I have something exciting to inform you of..