So here I am posting my first journal entry without even showing some of my work.
Anyway, I will do that tomorow, hopefully. I can't find my camera right now because it's late and dark and I have no light in my study(don't ask). I made photos of some of my work with that damn camera and despite the fact that it weights almost one kilogram and it's the size of a cantaloupe, it seems it has been stolen by pixies. What other explanation can there be for a huge camera to vanish in your my house? I have to get myself together...be a bit neat, organized...normal for a change.
This whole month has been particularly annoying and completely unecessary. I started too many things and, unconveniently, won't finnish any of them on term. I can't settle with the day having only 24 hours. I can't keep a steady rhytm and people around me are much too solicitous about this nasty habit of mine. My boyfriend is delirious ranting and raving about me spending my time pleasantlly with some sort of Adonis, while I'm drudging and brooding all day locked inside the house. The irony..ha ha!
My mum is pushing me around and I realized with stupour today that I am beeing bullied by my own parents...That is odd. I wonder how many people my age complain of something like this? If there are others, I swear I'll start a private club for us sorry sodds and call it AAPLLP, the Association of Anonymous, Pathetic Losers Living with their Parents.
What a gloomy start to my deviant page. However, maybe now it will be better since al my happy-sunny first posts until now, have been followed by procrastination, obviously.
I might sleep better after taking it all out on this journal and watching that idiotic, tiny *rant* emoticon that resembles me so well.
If this won't help, I'll continue my jabber another time and, more than that, will adorn it with the useles, senseles, "what too and what not too do" list. You know, that despicable "Starting with tomorow I won't/will do..." that likes to have a good laugh at everyone.
Listening to: Henry Lee - Nick Cave & PJ Harvey
Reading: The Book of Imaginary Creatures by JL Borges
Watching: The Wolfman
Playing: catch with myself.
Eating: my own wits!
Drinking: Earl Grey with milk and honey