I Knew That I Would

i feel good

cos i'm bloody great

i'm in a swearing mood...but only swearing in positive ways

last year, i was really confident about my studio art work

but then at the end when i was actually making the final piece stuff kinda went out of hand...and the finaly product isn't quite perfect

but still, i had confidence in my folio, and i entered top arts

obviously i didn't get in

and it was just the dissappointment of the lack of perfection in my final piece and then the rejection from top arts that made me start to slowly just kinda block the whole studio art thing from memory and just pushed down

and i started to really think that it was all crap

i even brought my arts/visual arts double degree down to my bottom choices

but tonight, i was wondering about my vcd folio, i'm starting quite slow, and i didn't know if it was because i really was loosing interest and not progressing or if i did the same thing with my last year studio folio and started slow but eventually got going. so i pulled out my unit3 studio art folio, and started to look through.

ok getting bored now, but basically i got really into it and all my ideas were renewed and my passion for all that creativity was just...i know, this is all getting a bit corny...but it was 'rekindled' sigh...

so we come to the conclusion that, my folio, is bloody awesome

i was going to do some hw, but then all that happened....and then i just had to write about it...and now i just MUST do some research on universities....so i guess i'll be sleeping late tonight...which isn't good. i like sleeping at around 10:30-11pm nowadays. keeps me up the next day. and i like to read or play random games like ipod solitaire of ds sudoku in bed before i sleep, it's a habit.

but

i feel good

saw cirque du solei last night

lately i've been having boring dreams where i basically live out a normal day in the life while i sleep

but then i dreamt something weird and random last night

so glad that they're back, atleast for now

so when my mum woke me up this morning i hurredly wrote down the main points so i could remember it

lately mum's been waking me up everymorning and disturbing my dreams, it's annoying, i haven't slept past 10 this holidays at all

which is kinda a good thing i suppose...woke up at 8:30ish today

anyway, dream!

there were 5 parts, that are vaguely connected, although i can only vaguely remember lol

1. camp
2. work
3. party
4. mario
5. billy elliot

1. camp
we were at some kind of school camp
and i'm going with emma i think, walking through this playground on the way to the showers
so i've got this bag, ashamedly, it's the pink supre bag, and we're going up and down sliding climbing etc...it's a playground. and then we move on...walking walking...then i realise that i don't have my pink supre bag on my shoulder anymore. i look over and there it is on the playground. it's thrown down in the little cube that is usually built around the top of the slide. so i'm going over there and there's a whole group of ppl there. atleast 2 guys and jordan [girl from high school, she's annoying] so i go up to them...standing there...so they sitting up there, can only see my head. i ask for my bag and this guy [for some reason named Yano] grabs it and i see some stuff in there that's not mine so i tell him to take it out and i keep seeing other things that aren't mine so i'm pointing and he's taking out. then i say 'so can i have my bag back now?' and he's handing it over when jordan grabs his arm 'wait' 'why?' and i did remember exaclty wat she said but now i've forgotten. something about me having to go around spreading a rumour kind of thing about yano, about how great he is or something. and i say 'no way bleh bleh bleh' basically i'm not gonna do it and i don't need the stuff anyway. so i march away into the showers.
and then...now emma's gone...i'm in a hall...where eeveryone's eating. and i sit down with my high school group and start retelling my story with a bit of exaggerating and no1s really listening. then the twins come and they kinda listen but i still don't get to finish my story anyway.
then ms culling comes up to the front and starts talking introducing rabeya. who for some reasing is this big lusty woman...with rabeya's face

anyway...i wrote that all on the morning after the dream

but then i had to go to work

and now i can't be bothered

but...i'll just put some key words so that i can remember, wat i wrote down once woken:

'camp' - rabeya, yano-showers, sweets (linked to 'billy elliot')
'work' - emma $5 (someone's borrowing/lending), brittany ('pimples?!'), fat guy push/tease about Thomas, stood tall in circle - linked to 'party'
'party' - templeton house, charmed, couples, tomas, mum dad cleared out wardrobe, '25' hung window, 21 talk (prue cry)...i don't remember wat that meant...i remember a speech though...
'mario' - underwater, solitaire, crosss between mario, contra and solitaire, real people on cards, bone monsters
'billy elliot' - amy, running and jumping, down hill (templeton hill)

the interesting thing is that that night, some of that dream kinda came true

gotta go...crying babies and stressed out mums

i'm buggered

supposed to be end of term and all 'ahhhh relax'

but i'm not

because i have jap tuition in an hour

and then i've got jap school tomorrow morning

'really big sighhhhh'