Beanstalks

Being a student is a privileged position. To be given time to be completely self indulgent and focus on your own personal growth is a beautiful thing. Sometimes things get messy, and your head can feel like one big scribble but as a student you are granted breathing space. Eventually you can figure it out. You can follow your passion and study what you like. A subject that you find fascinating: a path that you want to follow. Of course there are pressures that follow this, expectations blah blah blah. It's only now that I'm no longer in that position I can see how lucky I was to have chosen something I wanted, to have studied where I chose, and followed my pursuits learning about what I wanted. That's pretty cool.

The Waiting Game

It's a Wednesday.

I'm still in bed.

I'm fully awake.

And I'm waiting.

Until it is midnight.

Which is about in 12 hours.

Because by then. By then. I'm hoping that my results will be online. Ready for the viewing. Three years and I suppose in a way it boils down to this. So let's see how that goes.

So here I am. Waiting.

Did Someone Say Buffet?

Being an art student, I collect strange things. My current project involves insects, so I have some dead moths on my floor to draw later. So there I am, innocently colouring in my drawing of a mountain that was spread out on my floor. (As it is rather large.) Just minding my own business. 

And then I notice something. 

I turn to look at my collection of dead creatures (as all monsters do) and I notice there is a new one. A big one. An alive one. A massive spider. The one type of insect I can't really deal with. 

Clearly he thought he had found some new friends. 

Or a delicious buffet.

Next please!

So, the reason of this absence that has been as very long time.. has been because this blog (or rather me) didn't know what it was trying to be. And I've realised it doesn't have to be anything in particular other than me. (Or rather a very very good friend, one of the best some might say, pushed me, or rather toppled me off that HUGE cliff I was looking over, into this vast sea. It may be a bit choppy, but they are waters that I can learn to tread.)  So hello to random musings and anecdotal stories. The first beginning with bags of salt.

Being an art student, you tend to buy odd things that seem to other people who don't understand that it is of course for a clearly normal please-don't-call-the-police reason, a little strange. Hence weird looks. That I have clearly never received... To the point. This being my situation, explains why in my hand I had three precious items that I wanted, scratch that, NEEDED to buy: 

1) A very large bag of table salt. 

2) Another very large bag of table salt. 

3) A four packet of hot cross buns. 

(Clearly I needed something to eat all that salt with! Or at least that's what the cashier must have thought as I placed my items on the conveyor belt.) Needless to say, as she beeped my items and tentatively asked for the amount that's what she thought. 

But at least it wasn't as bad as that time that I asked my hairdresser for the hair on the floor. But that's a story for another time.