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