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It suits my needs better now.
I have been hesitant to join for a good while now, but the transition has been a good one.
I can never feel like I can just have a day of small, insignificant posts on here, here I feel things are much proper and correct.
Or that is just how I see blogspot anyway.
Anyway, this is where it's at:

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Rest in piece, mug of mine.

I broke my Mickey Mouse mug. A good mug. It served me well over many, many years.
I've never had a mug for such a length of time as I always break them, or someone breaks them for me.
But this mug survived, and for that, I loved it.
Now it is gone.
I am quite saddened by it's sudden and unjust death, but life must go on and I shall find a new, maybe better, mug.

Karma

Did six good deeds last night.
One good deed today.
As a result of feeling good about myself I am calling it quits with work after sticking in a few photos and shall watch an unhealthy amount of beautiful cinema.
Best thing is, even if I fail my course I'll have a portfolio to get a job.
And anyway, watching films is research in my head.
Well first I will do some work, that beauty mask thing. I'll attempt to photoshop it so I'll probably be working all night as a result.

Shout has gone!

Horray!
Ding dong the witch is dead, and all that jazz.
But, Bliss opens tonight.
I feel it is going to be just as shit. Can't polish a shit and all that jazz.
And I can no longer say I haven't seen two girls, one cup. Quite literally shit, and all that jazz.
Jazz.

Update on my head.

My assessment went as alright as one can do with wax. God, wax is shite, but I should of seen the last of it for the foreseeable future now.
Shame it had to be on the same day as the student fee protest.
Unlike most people, I liked the rioting. Of course, violence is never the final solution, but it shows the power rests in each individual hands, and to quote V For Vendetta, the government should be afraid of their people. Then again, we are not is some fascist police state. Then again, the point still remains.
While we are speaking of occurrences in London; poppy burning.
I'm on the fence about it, it was a bit extreme, but I can see the message.
I believe WWII was wholeheartedly justified. My history on WWI is not so great so I can't comment on it. But the current wars are not justified.
When you look at WWII, and imagine things from each perspective it is clear when looking at things the Nazis did like mass genocide, that is without a doubt wrong.
Now though, you can look of each sides of the war and understand why everyone is doing what they are doing. Two wrongs don't make a right.
And I really hate all the people that dispense hatred on the Middle East like they are in the right.
Of course, I am bias as I hate the West.
It truly is a terrible world.

Anyway, on a lighter note, here is a picture I forgot about.
Met two guys outside Shout and his mate was trying to sell him to woman, I said I pay a fiver and then I had to kiss him.
Fun, drunk times.

First assessment tomorrow!

And I am far to excited for it!
This is how I never get stressed, I get excited about all the wrong things.
I'm out of my depressed rut, well and truly. Though I still am forever stuck with what to do with my life.
I am reading a good book at the moment called Men, Monsters & Make Up, and the stories are things I want to do. But if only I was born a few decades earlier I could be pioneering make up.
Then again, there is still plenty to pioneer now. I'd love to be as amazing as Stan Winston.
Yeah, my thought trail has escaped me now.
Gutted that I am not going home this weekend, but I am also glad in a way as loads of people are going home so I'd feel like I was leaving behind the few friends here that are staying.
It'll be a good weekend, that I am sure of.
Anywho, must sleep now.
Much love.
Peace out.

BIG FUCKING NEWS!

I just had my first microwaved meal of university.
Hmm, also, Tim made his first meal from scratch the other day.
This flat is like living in Freaky Friday!
Shit man.
I need a model for next week.
I'm not asking you, I just need to write it somewhere as it will make me get up and sort it out.
Yeah, that's it, I just thought it was huge news that I ate something from the microwave.

Everybody Takes a Tumble

First time I have blogged in quick succession for some time. Must be the boredom.
I want to watch a zombie film, but a new one that I haven't seen. Easier said than done.
So I think I may watch 28 Days Later. Though I always ache to watch the second one more, even if the first is better. The second is nice and easy, sit back and watch kinda thing. Nothing at all to do with my feelings for Jeremy Renner.
Speaking of which, I really want to watch The Town.
And Saw 3D.
I did see Paranormal Activity 2, it was like a cheap, cheap, cheap roller coaster.
So I'll probably watch 28 Days Later.
Yes, this post is just the inside of my head.
Today was good, my journal for visual studies kicks everyones arse, and I haven't even put my research in yet.
Did some sculpting. Last time I tried I was shocking, but absence makes the sculptors heart grow fonder as I made a pretty mean skull. But no camera, so he's now squashed in my bag and needs re-moulding.
I also got to wear my mustache that Sarah made. It felt like coming home. I need a beard, pronto!
But yes, today is well. Though I just feel like a surface at the moment, my tender insides have become recluse until it is safe to come out, probably.
Goo Goo Dolls soon! That will be freakin' schweet!
Erm, what else to bore people with?
Watched The Mist, shed some tears.
Firefly is still awesome.
Gosh, I need to order The Fly soon. I'm calling it research to warrant the spending.
Just like the £7 sticker warranted getting The Crazies. And just like the £3 sticker warranted getting that Lynyrd Skynyrd album. Good times.
My legs are too cold out of my duvet, yet too warm under it. Such is my life.
I may have one of those mug cakes for film watching, but I'll have to siphon some sugar off someone.
Scrapping the barrel now, so here is a picture of Mike Scott. Because he's lovely.
Writing all those songs about my life.
What a dude.

You wanna wrap your arms around your head, turn out the lights and roll yourself into a ball.

And I really, really do want to do that.
The Waterboys work perfectly for this slump of a mood too.
God, I am so hopelessly depressed today. I did have a nice moment with Caroline in the kitchen, just laughing together as we always do.
But the rest of the day has been painful.
I want to go home for a week, then when I come back everything will feel fresh.
I should be sleeping as I have a day full of lessons tomorrow, I have already made the decision not to go in.
No, I'd just be overly quiet, look depressed, they'll be questions and any work I'd try would be shit. And those annoying questions would turn me more sour and I'd snap and say something awful.
No, I shall set an alarm depending on what time I go to sleep so that I can stay in tomorrow and work. I'll finish my sideburns and get loads of drawing done and do a fucktonne of research for next weeks assignment.
A more worthwhile day if you ask me because all I would do in class would sit and have make up put on, then not have enough time for me to apply some to someone. Hairdressing is shit and I can just style the wedding hair here in my room. Then prosthetics will most likely be some test make ups for next week. All of it I can do here in the only company I want, which is my own.
Plus, I am hoping that I will get swallowed up in work and get all carried away that when I stop I will of forgotten about feeling depressed.
A sound plan.
But why am I feeling this way?
Last night was pretty shit, and it was Hallowe'en at the stroke of midnight and I just wanted to go back to Halls and watch a film, not be in the shit hole that is Shout.
At least I got a load of compliments for my make up.
Today has been terrible too, not at all like Hallowe'en, and that is because I'm so used to family things on Hallowe'en. Siblings and trick or treating. My mum called me though, which was a lovely seven minutes.
Yet do not get confused, my mood is not because I am home sick.
No, it is because I pin my hopes onto things because I just don't know where to put my feet. Then these hopes don't live up.
I feel so lost. I still am clueless with what I want my life to be.
And I am too inarticulate to make something out of it.
Then I was listening to Medicine Bow (again, The Waterboys) and he was singing what I wanted to do. I want to write a song.
Maybe tomorrow.
So yeah, it's just that aged old feeling of cluelessness which gets me depressed ever other month or two.
No matter how many times it will pass and look oh so melodramatic, it really gets me down.
Tomorrow should snap me out of it, especially doing some creature designs and thinking that maybe I could go into something after this.
But right now, I shall watch Firefly and feel sorry for myself.