Late Night Alone in Squalour In The City

Sometimes its pretty easy to get caught up in trying to give yourself some kind of substance and depth when not everything needs to be so heavy hearted and complex. Sometimes it becomes a bit of a substitute for a personality.

I just typed that, and realised that I'd typed it on a blog, sigh.

I'm going to re-do my blog from the ground up pretty soon. I think yellow and black might be good, they're my favourite colours. Everything is yellow and black these days for me, like a wasp. I need to post more often too. A friend of mine got me to post those last two drawings and I realised that I could probably do this a little more.

Also I'm going to buy some shoes.

Also I'm going to get a new camera charger and take way more pictures of everything.

Also I'm about to throw a ton of markers on a tshirt and see what happens. I'll only be able to wear it like twice before it starts to stank, but what the hell.

And I know I've linked this before but this is someone I really respect. A favourite thing of mine is not having time to look at her stuff, then coming back and having this Aladdin's cave of eloquent writing and photos and to look at. I had two pages to read today and it was like Christmas.

One of Us

One of Them

Friday 13th March 2009.

Neglected.

I haven't been here in a while. I'd say I've been busy, but it is more like I've been considering being busy but I never really got round to it. I've been busy considering being busy.

I know it's not February any more but I need to point you towards this incredibly eloquently written blog post. If I had a writing style I'd like it to be exactly like this. I think the inevitable student lack of nutrition these days has forced me to forget how to find my way around a metaphor. On top of that it has given me what seems to be, according to the official criteria for successful diagnosis, hypersomnia. I thought I was just lazy. Unfortunately if I wouldn't believe me either if I used that as an excuse.

I feel like I should post a photo. I need to take more photos.

I have a screenplay to write. And not because I'm one of those hacks with nothing to do who seem to think that writing screenplays is easy, but because that's what I drag myself in to University every day, or almost every day, or a couple of days a week, to do.

And not to be narcissistic but I really cannot believe my idea hasn't been done before.

It's almost six am and I haven't slept. At about half seven I'll empty my big orange jelly baby shaped piggy bank for change, and go and buy some energy drink to keep me awake artificially.

So This Is The New Year

I've started now.

I wont post the images on here either, I'm only allowed so many images before blogger takes a shit and dies on me or something, so I'll just link up every so often.

That's about it.

I started to paint a sketch I did over Christmas digitally. It's coming along, slowly but surely.
She only has half an arm and no legs, but I did it pretty quickly while I was waiting in the car for some reason and I didn't want to come back to it later in case I'd lost my flow.

Or something.



That horrible brown smudge has got to go.

I'm going to keep updating on this because I'm determined to get it finished. So this is a work in progress.