blythedarling @ 2008-02-02T00:15:00

2008-02-02T00:32:58Z

Oh, there's a parade of girls outside, that boy's so shy, why'd you punch out his lights?

No matter how hard I try and wait for inspiration to come, I will never write or create anything as beautiful as Peter Doherty's lyrics.
I just listened to 'Merry-Go-Round' on repeat for like half an hour just in awe of him.
I wish my mother could get past the fact that he's an addict and stop tutting at my ever-growing Pete shrine on my bedroom door.

So yeah, I got a reply from St. Martins yesterday, they actually want me to go for a "portfolio inspection" on the nineteenth. I feel a mix of anxiety, excitement and panic, with the usual splash of melancholia.
Basically, I go there at ten, drop off my portfolio at reception, go back two hours later and see if my names on the list for an interview. I really hope I get an interview at least, I didn't go to the one at Kingston and I really dont want to go to Farnham or Basingstoke. I'd probably end up killing myself.

It's Bens eighteenth birthday party tommorow night, and I'm going in the usual Jaz-style. An amazing pink silk ruffle dress from Topshop Boutique that just covers my wendy, grey tights, 'gun metal' hot pants (the dress is that short, i need to wear them.) and a 'gun metal' leather clutch. Note my love of the term 'gun metal'. They could just call it 'dark silver'. Or something.

I'm getting rather tired of being the class entertainer at college. Sometimes I just don't need 20 girls staring eagerly at me waiting for me to say something bitter and pessimistic about everything. I do still find it hilarious that these girls are amazed at the fact I have an ounce of creativity, it must be so hard to be that vacant and one-dimensional.
Like today in CAD, we had to do these crappy digital mood board things, and me, knowing how to use photoshop, just pissed around and did whatever. Basically I drew stars all over mine with the paint tool, and some of the girls were like 'OMGZZ DATS SO WAKCY!!1' sort of thing. Sigh.
Chezney is the worst. The woman literally cannot think for herself. She asks absolutely pointless and insanely stupid questions. Like, when Hayley in the first year reconstructed our Fashion Fag wall in the tutor room, she asked me 'So, they put up these pictures for you. Hah, like how did they know you'd like them?' to which I replied 'Err, because they're not stupid?' and then she just laughed at me. So I sulked for a bit. As I do.
And and and, like in pretty much every lesson she'll ask either James or me, 'why did you do that/put that on it?', like, really patronising and lame, at our work. It's like. HELLO, we're ART STUDENTS CHEZNEY, we can do WHAT WE LIKE. Her idea of being creative is copying what her blank friends are doing. All their work looks the same.

I hate Basingstoke.

Fin.

crushed beneath fashion magazines

blythedarling @ 2008-02-02T00:15:00