tick tick tick tick

Today I "officially" finished work on both my art folios. Yup. Both of them. I had a mammoth couple of weeks getting them finished, but ultimately I am extremely happy with how both of them turned out. It kind of makes me realise what it would be like to be a parent; creating and raising these two beautiful creatures to fully developed independent entities. And now, after a brief period of fond appreciation, I must part with them, and they from me, wishing them luck upon their journeys to Wellington (absurd parallels to my own parents current experience: noted).

I would complain about how little sleep I've gotten this past month, and how hard it all was, and the stress and all, but, honestly, I'd be exaggerating. It wasn't really that bad. Sure, I didn't sleep, and I was pretty exhausted for a while, and I almost completely disregarded all of my friends, but I made it. And looking back from this end, I don't know why I was whinging so much. I was totally capable of this thing. It was a challenge, sure. It pretty much dominated my thoughts all year, yeah, granted. But now it's over, I'll be stoked to be able to do it again. This year has made me want to go to art school. Not just to see how it goes, or because it's the next logical step. But because I REALLY WANT TO GO. It's also made me way more confident in this next year; because I have a plan to come out of it. Something to look forward to.

If, next year, I end up finding a life, changing my path, becoming a person or whatever this idealistic unformed human expects from non high school life, then that's awesome. I will continue that path. But if I go and completely fall of the rails, like, wipe out, shit hitting fan, end up miserable, lonely and without direction... then I get to pack up and go to art school. Bam. Solved. I think taking a year to play the 'come what may" card is not a bad plan. Because, ultimately, I'm not drifting. I'm doing.

I got to tick two big red ticks through my to-do list today. It's amazing how quickly the feeling of accomplishment turns to fear, of shit yet to do. I better get working. I still have to Schol Art submissions to finish.

Speaking of finishing; I finished reading Mayor of Casterbridge. And I have two more days of high school. Ever. Yeah.

Theatresports party tomorrow!

I'll be sure to put up photos of my babies soon.

Time for a celebration sandwich.

Food Part Two

You know whats going on, so heres some photos and suchlike.

CHURROS!%!%!

P for PAIGE

Sooo much hot chocolate.... nummers.

We got bored and we had a load of hot hot oil left so we deep fried a banana. Yup. Deskinned and then BAM. Right in. Uber super delicious and yummy and melted and hot. Sprinkled with the cinnamon sugar.... IOFH'EJRJGNVoojf-87YypYPY8P9a*(Y............. try it.

PINS

I listened to Fleet Foxes last night in bed in the dark. It was amazing. I saw all these wiked shapes and colours in the darkness. When that was over I started listening to Joy Division but the echoey delay on the drums started to freak me out so I turned it off.

Then I had a strange dream last night...but it was really boring and that makes me angry.

There was this coffee table being constructed in front of my eyes. Except it was being held together with massive sewing pins... the one with the round pink ends. Or maybe the pins were normal sized and the table was small.

I got angry that the pins weren't countersunk.

Heres a drawing...

I replayed this over and over, and even in my dream I knew that it was boring. And I imagined typing this blog post about it.

Conclusions...

A. I need to do more with my day.
B. Even my dreams are contrived.