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20 September 2004 @ 02:52 pm
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I have officially put down one day at art college! Go me! (Well, actually more like two hours induction...BUT STILL.) Thankfully I met up with a girl I made friends with at interview, Mary. We sort of fell in together as we were desperately searching this huge, old, crumbly, half-building-site complex for 'a grey building with a red door' (the person who told us that completely forgot to mention that every blooming building in the vicinity was grey). We sat next to each other etc. It was so much like the first day of school, when everyone sort of stared at their hands and didn't say anything or look around. For some reason I was finding everything unseasonably hilarious, and knowing I knew someone totally annexed any qualms (not that I had many; the Sunscreen Song is like a drug). Introduced myself to random strangers and stuff. There are some old people (sorry. Mature students) on the course too, which should make things interesting. Met one of them in the art shop afterwards, when she solemnly requested my expert opinion on the difference between charcoal, lead pencils and charcoal pencils. Her plait amused me greatly.

We just filled out a few forms and had a look at a slide show of past student work. Some of the stuff, like woodturning and welding, is something I have no experience of, but I think I'll be able to match the standard of the lifedrawing easily enough. A couple of girls who obviously already knew each other were turning their noses up, even though the (what I would call) rip-off of Marcel Duchamp's 'R Mutt' toilet seat by some past student completely passed them by. (Oh-er...he put a security camera down it. Why bother?) Everyone else was like 'TEH KEWLIS!!!1!!' I was sort of thinking 'That isn't original, people, in fact its almost a carbon copy of the art work that took the last steps in freeing art from academism'. I didn't say it, of course. The aul superiority complex kicking in, but I know better than to reveal it to first aquaintances at this stage in the game. Otherwise from that, the course looks great.

Mind you, to harp on the subject of those girls (myself and Mary got along instantly; equally instantly, I took exception to these girls, search me if I know why), I destest the way people dress 'arty'. In all honesty, art should speak for itself and the artist shouldn't really vent their creativity on their JEWELLERY, for heaven's sake. Unless they are fashion designers or something. They, with their whopping silver rings and ropes of necklaces and drippy, embroidered tops just squicked me out. Me, I dressed in tracksuit pants and a jumper with 'Oxford University' on it. I must have looked the least artistic person there, which is fine by me because at least then I'm not creating some narrow reputation I have to live up to.

Blew off the disco due to personal statement panic. Which is still manifesting itself, with no signs of abating before interview paranoia kicks in, but at least I had time to get things moving on it. I went to see the Terminal, which is quite good. I hate Tom Hanks because he does not please me asthetically AT ALL. But still, good. Required some suspension of belief and veered towards the 'feel-good', sap-emblazoned arena at times, the baddy was too baddy, but it was certainly watchable. The security guards scared me, running, guns at the ready, full tilt at Japanese tourists because they didn't have cameras...wtf?! And they were so nosy towards people checking in! You'd barely get them to look at your passport photo, here. But I guess that's what 9/11 did (if it was like that before...jeez). Also, am forgetting that it was  just a film...

Apologies to all who would prefer humour fiction to my sadly humour-lacking life...I will try to get more up but at the moment RL is keeping me frantically busy. In the meantime, remember...I am the Queen, oh I am THE QUEEN!!

 
 
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
Current Music: 'Everybody's Free (to wear Sunscreen)', Baz Luhrmann
 
 
 
The Light Snarktasticsnarkophagus on September 20th, 2004 10:26 am (UTC)

It bothers me that older people like to be called "mature." It implies that the rest of us aren't mature yet. Granted, most of the time I'm not, but still, it irks me.

Tom Hanks also irks me. He and John Travolta are people who will prevent me seeing any movie until at least a dozen people have told me that it has merit...
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on September 20th, 2004 11:07 am (UTC)
I just call it like I see it. I call old people old, and yes, anyone over forty IS old. Forty year old wine is old, why not people? You could call me tactless but hey, I don't dig being PC! As for being mature...speak not to me of that evil...it burns, precious!

I don't know why anyone would like Tom Hanks...he is a particularly uninspired actor. John Travolta's time has passed and he should just admit it and move on, play with his ickle plane or summink! The Terminal is a small bit more intelligent than average films, but only a little. To be honest I was expecting a lot more from it...maybe that's why! Hopefully Wimbleton will be better (mmm...yummy).
The Light Snarktasticsnarkophagus on September 20th, 2004 11:36 am (UTC)

The syndicated radio reviewer over here said this morning that Wimbledon was not a good movie, on its merits. She said she still enjoyed it, however, strictly because of the eye candy and the British accents. She went on to say that any British people living in the States should run in fear, because if she meets one, she'll marry them on the spot.

I think her review may have been biased. ;)
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on September 20th, 2004 01:47 pm (UTC)
Well, eye candy is always nice and calorie free...ditto for the Brit accents, one of my top reasons for applying to uni there is to get one!!

It sounds like a totally formulaic rom-com flick, but sometimes when something sets out to be total fluff it can hit the right chord. Still, won't know until I see! Thanks.
gabbysun on September 20th, 2004 10:15 pm (UTC)
HEY MAN, I LIKE HEARING ABOUR YO' LIFE, HUMORLESS AS IT MAY OR MAY NOT BE.
...WOW, MAN, ART COLLEGE?

Show me some art!? :O!
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on September 22nd, 2004 11:42 am (UTC)
Re: HEY MAN, I LIKE HEARING ABOUR YO' LIFE, HUMORLESS AS IT MAY OR MAY NOT BE.
I would, but it's all too big to scan! If I ever do some half-decent scribbles, I'll be sure to post 'em, though!
gabbysun on September 22nd, 2004 04:37 pm (UTC)
Re: HEY MAN, I LIKE HEARING ABOUT YO' LIFE, HUMORLESS AS IT MAY OR MAY NOT BE.
SCOREZ.
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on September 22nd, 2004 11:43 am (UTC)
Re: HEY MAN, I LIKE HEARING ABOUR YO' LIFE, HUMORLESS AS IT MAY OR MAY NOT BE.
Oh, just read your subject. Endless, endless thanks and salaaming...
gabbysun on September 22nd, 2004 04:36 pm (UTC)
Re: HEY MAN, I LIKE HEARING ABOUT YO' LIFE, HUMORLESS AS IT MAY OR MAY NOT BE.
I NOTICE THAT I SAID "ABOUR". My point, therefore, is null.


However, I can and will fix this error.

I AM BRILLIANCE INCARNATE.
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on September 23rd, 2004 07:10 am (UTC)
Re: HEY MAN, I LIKE HEARING ABOUT YO' LIFE, HUMORLESS AS IT MAY OR MAY NOT BE.
I didn't even notice 'abour'...no wonder I got turned down for English at Oxford! xD

And yes, you are.

Also, have scanned some old sketches I did when I was supposed to be paying attention to Chemistry class...so if I can figure out how to post them I shall, just for you!
gabbysun on September 23rd, 2004 06:24 pm (UTC)
Re: HEY MAN, I LIKE HEARING ABOUT YO' LIFE, HUMORLESS AS IT MAY OR MAY NOT BE.
It is the human brain. It plays trickses on ussss, it doesss.

I NOE.

Oooh, hooray!