They look like floorboards but upside-down

When I came in drunk this morning I spilt marmite on the kitchen floor and then my friend showed me a video of him hitting his friend over the head with a frying pan to complete an elaborate excuse he'd used to explain his absense from work.
I've always like the idea of someone hitting another person round the head with a frying pan. Perhaps its a sign that actually fried foods or the fumes from hot oil triggers violence in people.

The second picture is part of the Burial of the Dead project. its incomplete but I ran out of time and am sick of working on the project so it'll stay like this forever now. The top one was a pattern I drew to incorporate in my pieces but my tutor said that he kind of actually prefered it to some of the final images. I think maybe I do to. I think I'd like to do things more like that for final images, because I love creating patterns but am usually reluctant because it doesn't take me very long to do and I seem to have decided that you judge a pictures successfullness and quality by how long you have spent on it. Which is why I take so long to do anything.

I ate some celery today and I think it was off.

The bigger your bed, the better the tent

I've looked at this for so long now I can't really work out what's good and what's bad anymore.

Despite this sounding like a typically lipgloss faux-philosophical jabber, I do simply mean I'm sick of trying to make this picture good and not knowing how. 

I gave in a overly unnecessarily-anxious project on Monday, which although a mostly enjoyable process, proved a disappointing finale (like at the circus), which showed how little thought I had put into executing my ideas. (When in actual fact I had put a lot of thought into executing my ideas. It just didn't make all that much difference)

Now we have a new project, I have started drawing today, which is a good start, considering I have weeks before panic countdown begins. 

I decided to go round the charity shops tomorrow to collect a variety of board games for the house. I think playing board games is probably a largely overlooked route of strengthening some part of your brain. And since most of the parts of my brain need strengthening, this would be useful. And I also very much like the idea of sitting in on a cold and rainy day with a cup of tea, slippers and a good cd, whilst playing a board game with someone who holds good company.

Quadruple sized sheets please

Too much happening to ramble on about nothing.

Working hard though.

Carpet burns on my elbow

Haven't posted in a while, this means I'm not working hard enough. 

I've finally started a piece of work that I like, although I'm now stuck, not really knowing where to go with it. Probably won't finish it this week as work is going to be manic and I somehow seem to have been offered a commision for a friend, which is good news. 

Going back to uni on Monday next week, very exciting. It will be good to have some structure and set time to wake up in the morning, not really looking forward to remembering how good everyone else is and how rubbish I am but I'm sure that's what one should call healthy competativeness. Or something similar.

This isn't a current picture, but just thought I'd keep up the routine of sticking an image at the bottom of each post. This was a page of the Smudgeucated Optical project, which I was utterly determined to apply to a 'manifesto' uni brief. 

Horizontal moving services. Carpet!? Well I never!

I am currently writing my first blog in my new house (Oh god, I've become one of those people who not only writes a blog, but acknowledges the fact that they write a blog. Geek out. M.N; there's no shame in paper. Don't (like)believe what you see)

In the past two days I have mostly enjoyed the fact that my spinach defrosted forcing me to cook it all, Rufus Wainwright and Antony & the Johnsons, the local fruit and veg shop, smoking at all hours of the day, the plan for making hanging flower baskets to tie to our stairs up to the front door, sleeping in a double bed, reading about Tom Waits and The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack. (Admittedly, the last point has been ongoing for a number of days)

The mattress carries static; my hair hasn't fallen downwards in years

I should be completing the last bits of packing, but I'm bored of it now and have spent the day being thoroughly dedicated to tea consumption. 

Watched another programme about British music last night. There seems to be an endless pile of television simulacrum based on the British music scene. (simulacrum; I love that word, if only I could use it without having to remind myself of its definition every time it appears in a sentence. And even then I probably get it wrong.)

Each time swimming through the Pete Waterman factory music, then Simon Cowell, Malcolm/Vivienne's creation of punk, the synth-fuelled electro pop, 90's Britpop (despite the dull and repeated explanation of the rivalry, that's my favourite bit. Damon Albarn, need I say more?), and then back to Boyzone. I've probably missed out some bits. But anyway, there's alot of programmes kicking around with roughly identical scripts. Although the one last night was distinctly better, as it had the adition of interviews with Mr Albarn himself and clips from Jubilee. 

I realise it sounds as if I'm complaining about the volume of similar British music programmes on (mostly BBC channels) but since I don't seem to have ever been able to resist watching any of the said programmes ever I believe I enjoy them very much.

My mental highlighter has picked up on my continuous lack of the word 'are' in my sentences at the moment. My computer highlighter has picked up on an extensive variety of spelling mistakes. Very annoying.

Here's some pictures I drew a while ago. As the academic year progresses, I become more and more aware of how artistically incompetent I am. I have spent the year 'trying something new' constantly, whether it be with materials, technique or subject matter, because I'm not happy with any of the previous results. I then look back at a picture or two which I consider more successful (drawn at the beginning of the year) and remember that I should absolutely just stick to what I know and then maybe I have a slight chance of getting better.

This is the most gravity deficient I can be

Have begun a picture about a whale (who also plays host to two young monsterions who live on it's head). It's skin is cracking off it's body in chunks of stars and being collected in a bottle with the aid of a funnel (of course).

Will take a few days I imagine, as it is a in-between activity, placed around packing and (eventually) un-packing. 

This (below) was done a few months ago. I think alot about the idea of halo's. That's why I like moths so much.

You have to face it- you're bound to get splinters in your knees at some point

She got a bit cracked on the way in through the scanner. (below) Didn't bother re-scanning, as I'm not sure whether I like it or not.

Spent the whole day packing. Still have lots to do.

Jack rang, he's back in England- going charity shop shopping tomorrow, although I can't really spend much as I'm still ultra skint but it'll be nice to catch up.

Excited about Bestival next week, I need to make sure I have enough money to get there and to buy all the appropriate items for a fun weekend though. For some reason I brought a ferry ticket for Friday when I have always intended on going on Thursday. Head in the clouds.

They planted a plum seed under the floorboards. Out grew a tree!

Today I saw my new flat for the first time. I'm moving in on Monday, it's a maisonette and I found it charming. I've got to box up everything I own, a seemingly impossible task considering the years of ridiculous 'collections' of which I have accumulated in my room. 

I've never moved house before, it's all very scary and new. Maybe it'll be ok.

Card pyramids down here? Are you mad?!

Been toying with the idea of making time-consuming but gloriously personal business cards, collaged on playing cards with Littel Bird details on the back. 

I like the mime man best.

Also been scrapbooking everything in the world. Found a picture of my brother (circa* 99? 00?) who, having built a huge card pyramid, pulls a face that only a 9yrold can pull, and has then been photographed by his sister.

*Not sure of the correct use of 'circa'. I'm sure I'd enjoy the word a whole lot if I could integrate it into at least three conversations a day without sounding and feeling like a fool.

Lean on your elbows and drag down the duvet

 

The moment one becomes far too cool for the daily habits of a 14yrold, they will neglect all subscribed 'deardiary' sites and proceed to wear make-up, much more expensive than the day before.

Then we are eventually reminded that we were never, and will never, be cool. And that it is much better that way.

Such a no-matter discovery is particularily warmly received, since all the cool people I've met are wankers.

At least being uncool gives us a slight chance of being... well, un-wanker-esque. But of course, it is no guarantee.

I'm going to have a go at being self-disciplined in the vague hope of generating actual representations of brain vomit, in the wonderful world of the web, on a regular basis.