Born to be a Dancer

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

The worlds most random entry, ever. Part 1.

I think i'm just typing in here because i'm bored. Been a bit of a funny few weeks i guess, last week was hardcore working mode, this week has been hardcore bored/lazy mode!

Went to take some pictures earlier, borrowed my flatmates camera as she does photography. It was well cool using a proper camera instead of my cheap nasty digital one, i felt all important and everything. Took photos of the ruins of a medieval bridge for my "fantasy landscape" project which was fun, apart from the fact i was on my own.

And then when i was walking back through town it started to snow and i had a serious case of brain freeze, nose freeze and ear freeze. But it was nice :) So then i ventured to take picture of my second site, called Rougemont Gardens which is a nice little, well garden really, that was once a moat for Rougement castle. The park was a bit dodgy as i think i saw some suited up bloke doing something well dodgy in a corner (!!argh) and then i was walking along with my (ok sophies) expensive camera and these two boys walked past me, stopped, parted so i could walk through the middle of them, looked at me, smirked, looked at the camera and then whispered something to each other. So at that point i thought i was going to get attacked for the sparkly camera. So i pretty much ran all the way home :P

Got home ran straight for the kettle for a cup of tea to warm me up :) and then i havent really done much since. Got a bit miffed off earlier as the kitchen is a total tip and it stresses me out. I always find myself tidying other peoples mess, and i know i shouldnt, so i just had to leave the kitchen today, which is a bit anti-social but it just not a nice place to be sometimes. And then Hayley comes over (whos living with us next year) and she is soooo messy, got paint everywhere, and then uses our cutlery/plates as shes here practically every day and never washes them up after herself.

I can see why my mum used to get so wound up at home. Infact....i think i'm turning into her! Noooooooo!! Next year im going to have a mess induced mental breakdown i reckon, but its ok, the loveliness of my friends outways there messiness. I dont think we've had one dispute the whole time we've been here, which is September. This is good! Although im not really the arguing type. Ive never argued with my best friends at home and we've known eachother for about 8 years or more. Hm.

This week ive felt wierd. I cant really explain but kind of like i just want to permanently hide, just lie in bed and cuddle someone nice and watch films and drink tea and be silly. But i dont have anyone nice to cuddle! Maybe i can go out find a homeless person and pay them to cuddle me in bed. A respectively hot homeless person though..

Or maybe not. Yep.

Tomorrow is going to be productive. I'm going to do my washing as i've completely run out of underwear! haha and most of my tops and pyjamas. I'm going to go and try and take more photos in better weather, hopefully. And not get attacked by dodgy chavs. Then to the library! And then im going to get super drunk and i think i'm going to an Anne Summers party! Which i'm not sure about as i'll probably feel pressured into buying something i cant afford. Plus my friends house is miles away and i cant be arsed :P Then we're going to "rock night" at the volts. Which is more like hardcore goth night sometimes, but they play some classicaly good songs sometimes and the vodka is really cheap. Uh-oh!! Thats bad right?

Ive also been naughty on e-bay again, so i need to go and feel guilty about that me thinks. Goodbye to my non-existant audience.x

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Given the different qualities of plywood and the way it can be manufactured, my first thoughts concentrate on the more sculptural elements of the material and the way it has been steam bent and moulded to create shells and organic shapes in important designs in the past. I’d like to experiment with this process and carefully look at the different outcomes, both in the way of appearance and quality of shape. I particularly like the natural pattern in plywood and would appreciate this, maybe smoothing it down slightly and creating a matt natural finish. The idea of a small storage device for magazines and newspapers that is kept at floor level appeals to me, something that not only stores them but acts as a display tool. I’d take into consideration the sculptural properties of this item and the pattern of the natural material and maybe incorperate some small steel details mainly for aesthetic properties to create a subtle contrast. I like the idea of small steel rods that can compliment the rounded organic feel of the finished item which I’d like to make quite an open design very much incorporating its surrounding space. Initial ideas of joining include concealed or very small joins maybe in the form of slots, gluing edges together or hidden rivets. The distinction between useable object and sculpture is going to be a very important aspect to the finished object.

Monday, February 07, 2005

Mega rant !

Where the hell to start? I think this post may include quite a few random swear words, so beware.

So this weekend, well it was more like half of this weekend, i went home. Got back about 7 saturday night and went straight out. Brothers birthdays are all good, it wasnt particarly his party, but his good friend was 30 the same night so they kind of had a joint party. Nearly everyone bought me a drink, mainly it was "Thats James Browns sister, god doesnt she look different - lets buy her a drink" So that was quite good. But then we started talking about my Dad which was not a good idea. Trying not to cry around 50 people when you're half cut is so so so hard. My brother took it upon himself to inform me that my Dad is going to have a scan next week to see if the cancer has cleared up. Being my brothers wedding on the 16th April, and i'm bridesmaid and my other brother is playing the guitar its something my dad is really passionate about. So he wants to feel good on the day. He's been told by the hospital that during this particular week his bloodstream will be heavily drugged meaning that he has no energy what so ever.

Thats when the re-scan came into question. Theyre going to do it, and basically if the cancer hasnt cleared up my dads going to rethink treatment altogether because its just making him that ill. And if it is working he's going to see if he can afford to stop it for how-ever long to allow him to be on topform for the wedding. But that could mean it could just get worse again meaning that the last few months was a waste of time.

Trying to get your head around this is so hard at the best of times. But then and there didnt really seem the place. My Dad told me this morning, not knowing im already aware and it put things into perspective abit.

What the fuck am i doing at university?? I should be at home, helping. I feel so selfish! Being on a train for 2 hours this afternoon didnt really help, as it was alone thinking time. And alone thinking time often makes me upset, meaning that i had to try so hard not to cry in the middle of a packed train.

But last night was amazing. And i've just started to think, who gives a fuck if my flatmates are pissed off with me anyway. They'd have done the same !! The Futureheads were so so so good, i'd pay serious money to see them again. As were the Kaiser Chiefs. The Killers were obviously going to be good as the main act. But for me it was definately the Futureheads. They make me happy like no other band before. They make me sing even when i feel like shit. They make me want to dance like a fool - but i dont. I will !! :)

Hollyoaks is on now. I'm going to go and face the dredded kitchen with eyeliner down my face from sulking to Andy. My mind is a little clearer. The fact that almost nobody reads this helps. I can say things i would definately not say on my other journal.

Friday, February 04, 2005

Well, not alot to say really. I'm not the most interesting person in the world! And i have my livejournal for random updates but as not many (maybe even nobody?!) people read this i can afford to be brutally honest every now and then.

Ohh and actually something interesting did just happen. I got my Death Cab t-shirt in the post and it fits perfectly but also got an electricians bill of £120. This is not good. But it was all in the name of fun i suppose.

Tonight i'm going to get drunk! Just because :
a) i can.
b) i want to.
c) i've been stressed out all week.
d) i want to wear my new t-shirt somewhere.
e) i want to.
f) theres nothing else to do.

I think that might be all for today.