On my epic goals

It's great to have goals, innit? God yeah. I've wandered around for the last half a decade fairly goalless, apart from "loose that virgin shit you got going on" and "form a band". Hey I tried didn't I? But no-one else seems to care about the finer points of tweexcore as much as I do.

Anyway back to goals, since it's just been New Year, which was kinda great because I realised how much I love the shit'ole we call the North. I've made a million resolutions this year, party because I actually kept mine last year (it was "to create and keep a marginally successful fashion blog, see here). They variously included
Have a modicum of decorum (see previous blog)
Start work on my graphic novel
Listen to more techno
Listen to more hardcore punk
Start smoking (it's a social activity, as I told my new best friend Chris Castle)
Get a swallow tattoo, "because I totally do"
Get plugs
Get into Glasgow School of art

This is a massive deal to me, for a long time all I've wanted to be is a student. Probably comes from watching University Challenge a lot when I was a kid (that's an excuse for being POWERFULLY lame). I might be a year late with foundation degrees and that, but 2009 is The Year. Glasgow's one of the top Art Schools, which scares me a lot, but then I've always been one of the top in every art class I've ever been in. When my tutor at college asked me if I had any plans for university, I sheepishly replied "Yeah, I wanna go to Glasgow School of Art, but, uh... I don't think I'm good enough...", to which she laughed and asked why.
There's no real reason to think I'm not good enough, I just came away from my first term with two merits. In fact the only person who entertains the fact that I can't get in is my own mother. I always thought I was the pessimist. I honestly don't know. I went to the open day, I sat through an hour and half of Visual Communications tutors glorifying the course, spoke to the head of the course, but I still have no idea whether I'm good enough to even stand a chance.

I guess the only thing to do is start writing my personal statement, but I've still got a few days off college so I may as well sit back and watch all the Carry On films television can throw at me. Great.