I just woke up from the most amazing nap which was punctuated by my cat... sitting in the curve between my hip and my ribs, then sitting on my head before settling just in front of me on the settee - taking up the whole damned cushion. Other than that though I slept really, really well. I think my body's just got to that point where it's forcing unconsciousness on me as a form of recovery and punishment for going to bed so late (I bought the Sex and the City box set, it's so not my fault) and getting up so stupidly early.
Today was novel, it was my third class with that idiot photography lecturer (see previous blog posts, he is annoying, everyone else loves him) in which he spent roughly three hours telling us that we had to do a storyboard for our final hand in - which we knew. It has to be this storyboard showing our journey from home to uni with some sort of twist... I'm of course asleep for the majority of it so I'm going to turn it into some kind of fairytale dream sequence, maybe I'll base it on sleeping beauty? There's no way I'm being woken up by a kiss, though. I've seen the kinds of people who get on trains and I wouldn't wish to be that close to any of 'em.
He's pissed me off now, too. Before he was a mainly harmless if not highly annoying man, but today (if I weren't enough on edge as it was) I heard him mention my father's name which makes me die just a little bit even if the gentleman concerned is not my actual father, merely someone with the same name as him... I don't get on with my father at all, I haven't seen him for nearly four years now... but then in the middle of my lecture my idiot tutor decided for whatever reason (which I didn't think was anything to do with anything) to criticise my body language: I was sitting with my arms folded and my legs crossed because of these reasons: ONE. I was bloody freezing, there's no heating in that room so I wanted to be all huddled up. TWO. Because if I don't cross my legs, it puts unnecessary strain on my back because the chairs in that room are just that little bit too high for short young ladies.
He probably didn't mean anything by it really, but he did say that he interpreted my body language as me being cross and irritable. Which I am now. Because total strangers shouldn't single you out in a class just to belittle you - made me feel right uncomfortable.
Texts from the boy asking me to the pub today = 1
He seems to have taken on my friends as a way of luring me to him.
And just so I'm doing something other than complaining, I did get a request from my friend (well acquaintance), Dorian asking me to do some illustrations for an exhibition he's organising - I'm very flattered, I think that Jon Burgerman is meant to be going, and that makes me want to do it quite a lot.
xxxxx xxx x
Today was novel, it was my third class with that idiot photography lecturer (see previous blog posts, he is annoying, everyone else loves him) in which he spent roughly three hours telling us that we had to do a storyboard for our final hand in - which we knew. It has to be this storyboard showing our journey from home to uni with some sort of twist... I'm of course asleep for the majority of it so I'm going to turn it into some kind of fairytale dream sequence, maybe I'll base it on sleeping beauty? There's no way I'm being woken up by a kiss, though. I've seen the kinds of people who get on trains and I wouldn't wish to be that close to any of 'em.
He's pissed me off now, too. Before he was a mainly harmless if not highly annoying man, but today (if I weren't enough on edge as it was) I heard him mention my father's name which makes me die just a little bit even if the gentleman concerned is not my actual father, merely someone with the same name as him... I don't get on with my father at all, I haven't seen him for nearly four years now... but then in the middle of my lecture my idiot tutor decided for whatever reason (which I didn't think was anything to do with anything) to criticise my body language: I was sitting with my arms folded and my legs crossed because of these reasons: ONE. I was bloody freezing, there's no heating in that room so I wanted to be all huddled up. TWO. Because if I don't cross my legs, it puts unnecessary strain on my back because the chairs in that room are just that little bit too high for short young ladies.
He probably didn't mean anything by it really, but he did say that he interpreted my body language as me being cross and irritable. Which I am now. Because total strangers shouldn't single you out in a class just to belittle you - made me feel right uncomfortable.
Texts from the boy asking me to the pub today = 1
He seems to have taken on my friends as a way of luring me to him.
And just so I'm doing something other than complaining, I did get a request from my friend (well acquaintance), Dorian asking me to do some illustrations for an exhibition he's organising - I'm very flattered, I think that Jon Burgerman is meant to be going, and that makes me want to do it quite a lot.
xxxxx xxx x
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Anything miniature...I'm a sucker for.
I've never done a story board before in my life.
I always wanted to do one, as I'm a big fan on anime, and Hayeo Miyazaki (Spirited Away, Howl's Moving Castle, ect...) makes awesom story boards.
And don't do the kissing thing!
Good luck!
WHOA!
The teacher singled you out!?
I'd be so pissed!
I'm the kinda of girl who'd tell him off, regardless.
OH!
And good luck with the gallery!
I saw your art website and it's adorable!
I love your style.
Hope your week gets better!
x R
I was so cold in my office when I was doing overtime on the weekend I almost curled up into a small ball on my chair. I wonder what that idiot lecturer would have made of that.
Cat alarm clocks! Now that's an idea!
BTW - oat cookies will do nicely