Oh my word. Ok..so I'm going to the ANU school of art, doing textiles as my major. Apart from the fact that I seem to be one of the youngest people there ..well..it's seriously exhausting. The whole week has been full on. I've ridden a bike through a rainstorm, I've fallen off my bike while trying to carry life drawings, I've been sunburned trapseing around looking at sculptures (I don't even LIKE sculptures!)
I've picked up two zippers, I've gone through rather more money than I would have liked to. I've learned how to make string, and how to dye things with leaves and bark. I've learned that cotton reels warp hilariously when you put them in a boiling dyepot for a few hours. I've done life drawing..I've met people..some of which are really overly familiar, and some of which are stand-offish. I've also been advised to go to zillions of exhibitions..and truth be told I don't want to..I'd much rather have my weekends, completely free, with opportunities for rest and recreation, than have my whole life SWALLOWED by art school anymore than it already has been. I don't CARE if I get lower marks, I'd rather have lower marks than less of a life
In some ways I'm not super happy with it, it's been boring, tiring, depressing, exhausting etc etc...but it's also interesting and fun and social. I've wondered whether I was doing the right thing but I also realise that if I weren't there, I would be..what..? Sitting at home? Probably not doing much more interesting.

- If anyone thinks uni is easy, or that art school is also easy, they're lying. I have to be there 5 days a week, at least 9 to 3 each day. Thursday was 9 to 5. Trust me, this takes a toll. Yes, I do get a lunch break of one hour.

- I need closed shoes so I'll have to clump around in blundstones all year or something. I'll be the hilarious blundstone dyke.

- Speaking of being the blundstone dyke, I have to come out to the people I"m meeting at some point. How nasty. I'll probably just turn up wearing a shirt saying "ask me about being gay!" though knowing some people..they'll think it's a joke.

- There are no super hot girls there...just a few pretty ones. The best looking person is a guy, he's very attractive, but he's a GUY. For ladies, I will probably have to go look in other faculties. Or just give up while I'm ahead.

- Coming off your bike HURTS. I got my leg stabbed by the bike chain but that doesn't hurt as much as the bruise on my knee and the graze on my hip

- I will probably not be super active on DA as much..I don't think I'll respond to comments and faves nearly as much..I just seem to lack the energy.

- I'll have no money all year, and I doubt I'll have the energy to work either.

Fun, fun fun! Well..that's about it. Maybe I should have done something else with my life? Not that I know what..either. I seem to think that my life will be over in a few years..that seems to be my mindset. Probably not too healthy. I'll be 20 when I'm finished uni. And then what? Arts seems like such a stupid, dead end career. Even music seems more promising and less shite. I also hate the art world, I really do, I can't describe why I hate the combo of dead gallery space, pretentiousness and the idea behind the art being more important than the art itself. There's something about the whole thing that bores, needles and depresses me. I don't want to be a part of it. So why am I even doing this? I should just learn to play guitar and join a crap band. Even that sounds better.