What is art? It's fucking over, that's what.

Well, that's it. I have finished my Art A-level.

Shit.

I'm not sure if I'm relieved or upset. Probably a combination, I did feel slightly strange leaving the art room without my folder. And again on the bus when I had a slight panic attack because I thought Id' forgotten it.
I think overall, I'm looking forward to being able to draw whatever I want, whenever I want. As opposed to having to stick to a subject, making sure I do my artist research, experiment with media and finally link everything together before carefully explaining why I did it.

Well, that's one in the bag, as my Dad said this morning.

On a completely unrelated note, a couple of my friends went downtown the other week while Claire Perry was parading up and down the high street harrassing the innocent public. Of course she was far too important to introduce herself, so leaping out in front of them and exclaiming 'Hello! It's me! Got any questions?', seemed far more appropriate.

And professional.

And not at all arrogant.

But I suppose that encounter reflects the mentality of politics. It's like I was discussing with a friend just after the election, the whole thing is like some weird card game, where you have to play stratigically if you want your party to stand a chance. Because we're in such a Conservative area, our votes count for virtually nothing, and our best bet is to hope for a hung parliament. At least then the Lib Dems would get some say in the whole matter.

Anyway It's over with now, and hopefully we will end up with Tory/LibDem.

Also today me and J were in Azuza, and we came across possibly the most pathetic, heart-wrenchingly pityful picture of Gordon Brown ever (EVAR). It almost convinced me to change my political views it was that sad. He looked like a poor, lost, jowly, wrinkly puppy.

So to conclude: I should definitely get novelty nerd glasses

'Bloody Bastards!'

To be honest, I've never thought that I was particularly good at expressing myself verbally.

I'm more of a physical person.
I'm more competitive at physical things.
Be it mud wrestling, blinking contests, arm wrestles... but especially drawing.

Drawing is something I'm truly hot headed about. If I'm going to be completely blunt, I would say I fucking rule at drawing, but it's one of the few things I'm genuinely good at.

So if I see someone who I precieve to be better at or even as good as me at drawing, I get very...

very

very

jealous.

Which is pathetic really.
The point is, my Art exam is this week. It's fifteen hours long, spread over three days, and it's actually quite fun. Although we aren't allowed to leave the room except for lunch and long break, and we're not allowed to eat or listen to music, it's still pretty fun. For my final piece, I'm doing an A2 sized drawing, just in pencil. Nothing fancy like charcoal (wooo).

Even so, I know I've been pretty snappy the past few weeks at certain people. So if I caught you with my extremely short fuse, don't take it personally.

It's probably due to the fact that I am kind of pressured to make amazing and magical things happen using only pencils, and until two days ago, I had literally NO IDEA what I was going to do in my exam. But I'm okay now. Might still look like a wreck tomorrow and the day after due to lingering cold and lack of sleep (ironically not due to stress, but to late nights watching Greenwing). So if you catch me motionless in a chair, I'm probably just napping, and not dead.

Also, is it just me or do everyone else's parents really latch on to any mistake you make once youve been accepted to university?

The other night for example, me and my Dad were dicussing accommodation. He asked me to bring down all the leaflets and information I had.

I forgot ONE booklet, and suddenly I won't be able to 'survive' at uni.
Or like that time I burnt a potato. Like, it wasn't even burnt. Slightly crispy.

WHICH IS HOW I LIKE IT.

If you do, for some reason, want to see my art: go here.
I'll warn you, it's not for the faint hearted.