Horseshoe Bay. Missing home. :(

I skipped classes today to catch up on work and have absolutely nothing to show for it. I mean really. My professer is so not going to be impressed.

Entry about weekend shenanigans later. Possibly. When I'm less bummed out.

Well the sun is just now setting (metaphorically speaking, in reality the sun set over eight goddamn hours ago) on my second day of my week off and I have done nothing of note.

So what could I possibly be doing with all this free time that is so staggeringly uniteresting? Most I've been sleeping, cleaning, and generally being lazy. Also doing a lot of good old sketching, none of which I can scan in at the moment do to my printer software being as temperamental and a tigress on the rag (let that mental image seep in for a minute) so I'll probably end up hand colouring, something I haven't done since last summer at RISD. THAT will be interesting.

Anyways, the point of this was that maybe I'll finally get over my ridiculous confidence issues and finally post some of this art I'm going to college for. Maybe >>;

As for the rest of the week, movies and musical are in my future. I've been toying with the idea of having one to many pints of Guinness and heading down to the midnight premier of New Moon on Friday. I'm not sure what's driving me towards this particularly ill-advised idea, but after seeing the fans at Comic-Con I feel like it would be an experience to remember.

redqueen has reminded me that I also need to get myself down to the comic shop soon and start catching up on the books I've lost track of. I'll put that on my list for tomorrow.

I am also severely missing my PS3 and PS2. I'll have wrestle one of them away from my sister at Chirstmas.

That's all for tonight.

Wow, so how's that for the least productive weekend in the history of ever.

Well I guess it wasn't the least productive weekend ever, but it was pretty damn close. I did spend most of it doing assessment write-ups and finishing up projects, like I was supposed to, but I didn't do much else. Barely got out of the apartment except for some groceries and frustrated creative-block power-walks to the tunes of Doomtree at all hours of the night. But I digress.

Oh well, after 5:00 PM tomorrow I got the week to myself (okay well maybe I have a mini-project that I haven't once thought about in the last week but shut up) so I plan to take full advantage of my week off. I'm not sure what I'm going to do, but dammit, I'm gonna DO IT.

Um, yeah, beyond that, I have my assessment tomorrow at five and not much else.

Ragweed out.

I had an extra £30.00 and no where to be in the afternoon so I decided to go into the city and see a show. Just 'cause. I can do that now, 'cause I live in London.

So obviously, left to my own devices I went and saw Wicked, yet again. And again, it was awesome. There was a guy and his boyfriend sitting next to me who was in trees during the final scene which made me feel significantly less of a pansy for tearing up last time I saw it. XD

Won't harp on about, I've already done that enough. Love that show. Love, love, love that show. For serious.

I did actually get up into the studio today but left after lunch. My appointment next week is at 5:00 PM on Monday for assessment and beyond that I have the week to myself (and no real plans, so we'll see how that goes). This weekend is going to be primarily devoted to finish up my write-ups for assessment week. Funtimes, no?

(Also, I don't think there is anything more awkward than being the only person in a restaurant. I went to my favourite Italian restaurant for dinner before hitting the theatre and was the only person in the whole place. Seriously. Awk-ward).

Well despite my best efforts I am still feeling all lonely and emo today. Woe.

I called both my parents and I'm not sure if it helped or hurt. I'm just missing home like crazy. And I feel like an idiot because it's not like I'm pining for anything, I'm just missing the unimportant stuff. Like my old mattress, and my dog. Seriously, what eighteen-year-old misses there dog? Lame.

I think I'm going through one of those I-don't-know-what-I want-to-do-with-my-life crises. With assessment and counselling week coming up, I have no idea where to apply, or what to ask the counsellors. Damn you UK university system, why must you be so balls-to-the-wall insane.

Didn't get out of the apartment, not even to the studio, which I really needed to get to. And tomorrow is Remembrance Day so the studio will be closed. Sigh.

Doesn't help that the winter darkness is kicking in with a vengeance and it's getting dark at 4:30 in the afternoon. Seasonal light hours for the lose. Anyways, I'll get out tomorrow, maybe to the city. Get some groceries, work on my project from home.

Exciting life I lead here, no doubt.

Goodnight.

And then, suddenly, I feel overwhelmingly lonely and homesick. Probably has something to do with spending the weekend with Rona and talking with my Dad on Skype about Christmas and whatnot coming up. Anyways, now I'm sitting awake in my bed, dangerously close to crying like the great big pansy I am and have no one to talk to.

So I'll talk to you, LJ. You're good for that.

I miss home. I miss my friends. Even when we only saw each other sparingly, in between classes and curfews at least we saw each other. And when breaks came and we all dispersed around the globe at least we all knew that we were coming back to common ground after no more than a few weeks.

Well now we're separated permanently and my situation of what seems like permanent friendlessness is sticking with me no matter what I do. Now that I rotations have stopped and I have a permanent studio it should be easier to meet up with the kids in my classes, but it just can't be the same. I mean, I've known Rona for five years. I know it isn't that much, but it's longer than I've known most people in my life. And everyone else I've known for over three years now which is still a long time to know someone for me. How am I supposed to be able to forge the same kind of relationship with the kids here? It just seems, very... daunting.

Eh, enough of this. I'm going to sleep.

Back from Oxford. Spent the weekend with Rona and her college mates. And it was a super awesome weekend except for the part where I broke my neck.

I didn't even mess it up doing something interesting; I twisted it up sleeping. I managed to cause myself severe bodily harm whilst being as inactive as physically possible. I'm magical like that.

So anyways, my neck's been messed up since Saturday morning who I've been walking around with my head tilted slightly to the left and down since then because that's the only position where it doesn't hurt (when I turn to look at something, I have to turn my shoulders and head at the same time and I look like Michael Keaton from the old Batman movies).

Staggeringly uninteresting injuries aside, the weekend was by far one of the most interesting ones I've had so far. Met a whole bunch of people, most of whom when I was slightly intoxicated so I was even worse at remembering names than I usually am. Rona and I got to catch up over what is arguably the best Thai food in Oxford (for whatever that's worth) and eat cheese fries on the way home from the pub.

Oxford's beautiful, can't wait to get back.

The trip back tonight, however, was another story. The train into Paddington wasn't too bad, but the trip out to Wimbledon on the Underground was. The District Line (my line) was closed to I head to detour for about 20 minutes to get home. With bag full of laundry. And a sore neck. I know, I know, cry more. But I just wanted to get home.

But when I did I had a nice long bath and it made everything all better.

And now I'm going to bed. Goodnight, LJ.

Introduction half-term, done and done.

And not a moment to soon. I'm on my 28th hour of being awake and tomorrow I'm headed up to Oxford to see Rona. Of course being on my 28th hour of being awake means that I am rather loopy and probably will be for the next few days which will make the train interesting tomorrow.

Yeah, it's sleep time now.

Goodnight.

WHY, HOLLYWOOD? WHY?

Shadow of the Colossus Getting Big Screen Adaptation, All Hope Lost

WORDS CANNOT EVEN EXPRESS MY RAGE.

FUCK YOU. JUST, FUCK YOU.

I somehow became sick in a matter of three hours whilst working on my Theatre Design assignment. I'm lightheaded, got chills, cough, the works.

I'm going to bed; fuck class tomorrow, I'll just work from my flat. Or not. Whatever. I feel like I'm dieing.

Goodnight.

Awesome week has been awesome.

Alright, so first things first:



Wednesday we went to Les Misérables which, despite claiming to be a big musical/theatre geek, I had never actually seen on stage. So in the words of a certain Vulcan, it was the logical choice. And Christ on a cracker, was is awesome. SO. AWESOME. We had incredible seats for getting them half priced the day of and oh my god, was the set and stage beautiful. Seriously, that was some great set design. I tip my hat to the art director. Not to mention, the actors. Y'know, the stuff that goes around the beautiful set. They were all brilliant. Fantine's songs got me all teary-eyed, especially her death.

So there, I can now officially ware my musical geek hat and not have all the other musical geeks shun me.

In other less musical geek aimed news, I finally have my TV working. It's strange, I never miss it when it's gone, but when I have it back, all I want to do is zone out in front of the monitor. XD I feel like I've been secluded from the rest of the world for so long. Even with Internet.

No plans for Halloween, other than hanging out at the pub with Dad. Maybe getting some dinner. So in case I don't get to say it tomorrow: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

(This entry was written at four o'clock in the morning, so if anything is misspelled or disjointed, or doesn't make sense, you know why).

After nearly a year of sticking with one: NEW LAYOUT.

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Credit goes to cielo_gris over at velvetb0x. I am officially too lazy to write my own CSS anymore what with all the brilliant design and layout communities out there.

Dad's here, at last. Riding the Underground all the way to Heathrow and rush hour was a bitch but I'm glad to finally see him. It's weird to see a family member actually, I'd gone so long with just video chatting in designated times that's it's so unusual to have someone to talk to all the time. I'll also have to stop narrating my life like it's the Truman Show (something I've had a tendency to do recently). 'Cause that's just a little bit weird.

Anyways, tomorrow's just one big massive waiting game until the Sky TV instillation guy gets here. I am literally praying that instillation goes smoothly because if I have one more hiccup in this whole moving process I might actually just break down and cry. As if my banking and utilities shenanigans weren't enough, can't a girl just look forward to zoning out in front of the TV for a few hours?

But to end on a completely different, certifiably more awesome note, this is probably the coolest thing I've ever seen:

Well it appears that I overslept, or my alarm didn't go off and I missed my class today entirely.

OOPS.

First time I skip a college class and I didn't even mean to. Lame. Oh well, we just won't tell my dad.

YAY! DAD'S COMING TOMORROW! :3

He's over in Bruxelles at the moment doing important businessman things I guess (my father does an awful lot of world travelling and I'm only ever vague on what he's actually doing XD) but tomorrow he flies into Heathrow for four whole days! YATTA!

Anyways, in case you were left wondering, I did somehow manage to drag my sorry carcass to class this morning despite getting a grand total of about 4 1/2 hours of sleep last night. Though, of course, being first day of the rotation is was all lectures and I wasn't really required to think all that much. After lunch we took the train into town and went to the Victoria and Albert Museum (basically one giant mind blowing art and design museum) but I didn't stay long seeing as I was loopy already.

Oh, and my Theatre Design Professor is a total fruit. I mean seriously. Remember Roger DeBris from The Producers? Fruitier.

But he's absolutely hilarious and without a doubt bound to become my favourite teacher. Too bad I won't be taking theatre design. :/

Anyways, I'm going to go try and set my sleeping patterns right.

Peace. Pax. Goodnight, LJ.

Okay, so my plans to get out of the apartment today was a total lie. Hell, I didn't even get dressed today. For shame, Kendra.

Tomorrow I start the "Design for Performance" course for two weeks which will pretty much be concept sketches for set designs and costume design. I'm not really looking forward to it seeing as I already know I'm going into Viscom, but it'll be nice to take two weeks and devote them to something else.

Not to mention my sleep pattern is fucked for life apparently, all because I pulled ONE all-nighter four days ago. At least tomorrow is the first Monday of the rotation and I will therefore have to do nothing but show up and smile.

Tomorrow: groceries, trip to the bookstore, hell, maybe even ride the train for a bit.

Sorry I've been a flaky Internet friend lately. These last few days have been surreal to say the least. I wouldn't think recovery time for one single all-nighter would be this bad, but apparently my body had grown nice and accustom to a solid 8-hours-a-night sleeping pattern over the summer and is punishing me for wrecking it's comfort. Thursday is a mystery, Friday is a blur.

But then of course, I had the absolutely fantastic idea to watch Paranormal Activity Friday night. I mean, I'd been hearing for weeks about how this movie was apparently the scariest movie of the decade and such. Normally horror movies never get to me (even good ones) so I figured I'd download it and see what all the fuss was about seeing as it doesn't have a UK release yet.

Well, that was a bad fucking call. Movie scared me the fuck out. Yes, it is quite litterally a movie about something that goes bump in the night and it still fucked me up. Seriously, I didn't sleep until 5:00 AM until the sun started coming up. And it so didn't help that I didn't have anyone to go to or talk with so I just kept psyching myself up all night long and getting no fucking sleep.

I didn't get out of the apartment today. Tomorrow I'll go into Covent Gardens just to get out of the house. I also need to get groceries. And set up my printer.

Also, Dad comes over from Belgium on Tuesday. Huzzah!

Wednesday morning, 3:40 AM:



This is so why I went to art school. Sitting (inexplicably) in my hallway, supplies fanned out around me at three o'clock in the morning, scrambling to get four projects done before dawn fuelled only by orange juice and a bottle of Irish Cream.

I doubt I'll even go to sleep tonight. I'll just occupy myself for a few more hours with tweaking my projects then jump into the shower at around six in the morning or something and drink a few dozen cans of Dr. Pepper or something and waddle off to class or something. It's review day anyways so it's not like I'll need to be able form sentences or anything.

Ah, student life.

I had it in my head that I would make myself an awesome dinner tonight in celebration of getting (almost) all of my homework completed a whole day in advance. Alas, I'm not really that much a cook.

And seeing as I just threw all (and I literally mean all) of my clothing into the washing machine and am currently bumming around in my pyjamas, I can't exactly look up recipes and then go get the ingredients. I'm homebound for the night. XD

Whatever I end up making, it will definitely be chicken and garlic-ish, because those are two things I actually can cook with. Beyond that, who knows. Maybe I'll throw a little bacon in there, just because I can.

This is so not going to turn out well.

THAT'S ALL.