Yeah yeah, I been away for a bit now in't I?
Truth be told I've been busy working n shit, not having crazy sex parties in other people's conservatories. Anyway the deed has been done, all I gotta do now is wait for GSA to reject my portfolio and start planning my party lifestyle in Leeds.
I might meet a Kaiser Cheif or something.
Showing posts with label glasgow school of art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label glasgow school of art. Show all posts
Wednesday, 4 March 2009
Friday, 2 January 2009
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.
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.
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