Remind me in future *not* to try navigating the London Underground on a Saturday afternoon in Christmas shopping season. I am now so very very tired and all Tube-dirty and horrible.
But, I am home! I had a lovely evening and morning in Cambridge despite the absolutely biting cold that rendered me speechless on the way back from the Waffle House (mm!). I am not used to this flat land wind! I also got my washing done for free (thank you!) and a lovely lovely 3 course meal (thank you thank you!)and of course all the other wonderful reasons I visit for. But yes, I am so tired now and will content myself reading feeds and books and social networking sites, untagging myself in awful photos such as that one where I look like a frog with a wig and as though I am dancing hands-on-shoulders with a guy (when in fact I was in the process of letting him down gently - he was only mildly creepy this time). Why must the club photographers capture the most awkward moments possible and surprise me like this?
Anyway, to carbonara! And to sleep, hopefully, and to relaxation and to reflection on a happily-spent weekend. Yay!
Lucy
xxx
Saturday, 29 November 2008
Sunday, 23 November 2008
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Originally the 22nd
The TV Licence people are still sending me angry angry letters stamped with red 'OFFICIAL WARNING's and my card *still has not come*. I owe people a grand total of £55 now, and ugh how I hate it!
Also, I've decided that after my degree I want to do an art foundation or BTEC or something. I realise that it'll mean moving back home (or in with an incredibly rich city man who will nurture my artistic pretensions with money and chrome fittings in return for my womanly charms) and will very probably cause no end of financial difficulties, but I do think it's something that I really want to do. Right now, at least.. I'll probably change my mind before these three (equally exciting and inspiring) years are over and the Real World screeches into my eyeline. Maybe I've just forgotten the harrowing experience of GCSE Art...?
And what else? Ah, I found a folder containing lots and lots of my old poetry. Some of it was surprisingly and uncharacteristically good.. shame I need to have Teenage Angst TM to write it!
Lucy
xxx
Also, I've decided that after my degree I want to do an art foundation or BTEC or something. I realise that it'll mean moving back home (or in with an incredibly rich city man who will nurture my artistic pretensions with money and chrome fittings in return for my womanly charms) and will very probably cause no end of financial difficulties, but I do think it's something that I really want to do. Right now, at least.. I'll probably change my mind before these three (equally exciting and inspiring) years are over and the Real World screeches into my eyeline. Maybe I've just forgotten the harrowing experience of GCSE Art...?
And what else? Ah, I found a folder containing lots and lots of my old poetry. Some of it was surprisingly and uncharacteristically good.. shame I need to have Teenage Angst TM to write it!
Lucy
xxx
Tuesday, 18 November 2008
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The 69th Post
So I haven't kept to my communication resolution so far (but bear with me! I've only just sorted it with Lloyds TSB) and neither have I got any better, in fact I might actually feel worse.
Today I was in my seminar feeling blurry-eyed and heavy, and we were talking about the physical experiences an artwork gives you. Someone said something about the effect of seeing each specific brushstroke on the canvas, and instead of this giving me the usual historial tingly magical feeling, it made me think 'That's just what it is: daubs of paint made up to create a picture..and this is what I'm spending three years studying? Dots of colour?' I pushed the thought right down straight away but eugh, it was a moment of self-doubt (and art-doubt, more surprisingly - this has been my life for how long!) that was definitely unneeded and offputting.
I spent the whole rest of the day researching and, almost as surprising as the wobble, I painted. It's been a long, long time since I've even sketched, let alone sat and picked up a paintbrush. It felt good! (Good somehow seems a really inadequate and feeble word.. I remember we were never allowed to use it, or nice.)
So, tonight? I was intending to carry on studying now the urge and appreciation has come back, but my eyes hurt and my joints ache. Instead I'm going to watch the Panorama about Baby P on iPlayer (I really should get over this fascination with being horrified!) and maybe the Matrix - although probably not - and read books that aren't related to my degree. Lovely!
Lucy
xxx
Today I was in my seminar feeling blurry-eyed and heavy, and we were talking about the physical experiences an artwork gives you. Someone said something about the effect of seeing each specific brushstroke on the canvas, and instead of this giving me the usual historial tingly magical feeling, it made me think 'That's just what it is: daubs of paint made up to create a picture..and this is what I'm spending three years studying? Dots of colour?' I pushed the thought right down straight away but eugh, it was a moment of self-doubt (and art-doubt, more surprisingly - this has been my life for how long!) that was definitely unneeded and offputting.
I spent the whole rest of the day researching and, almost as surprising as the wobble, I painted. It's been a long, long time since I've even sketched, let alone sat and picked up a paintbrush. It felt good! (Good somehow seems a really inadequate and feeble word.. I remember we were never allowed to use it, or nice.)
So, tonight? I was intending to carry on studying now the urge and appreciation has come back, but my eyes hurt and my joints ache. Instead I'm going to watch the Panorama about Baby P on iPlayer (I really should get over this fascination with being horrified!) and maybe the Matrix - although probably not - and read books that aren't related to my degree. Lovely!
Lucy
xxx
Sunday, 16 November 2008
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Ah, so many things. I am annoyingly ill and watery, with a tight chest and aching limbs and lethargy and everything else. And my card details got stolen and some horrible person spent lots of my money in betting shops and on the Internet and frightened me almost to death. And I feel I have been a Bad Communicator and should keep in touch with everyone so much better than I am. So sorry people who I am guilty about not talking to enough, I promise I will try harder soon, especially when my new card replaces my currently blocked one and I can once again get money out for credit!
The inevitable happy Other News? A beautiful visit from Dominic (despite the man in the Italian restaurant who gave him the chip and pin machine and not me: gender stereotypical assumptions!); continuing university high-jinks; and waking up to the most lovely scene of the tree outside my room being all red and shiny and autumnal as opposed to grey and wintery. Yay for sunshine!
Lucy
xxx
The inevitable happy Other News? A beautiful visit from Dominic (despite the man in the Italian restaurant who gave him the chip and pin machine and not me: gender stereotypical assumptions!); continuing university high-jinks; and waking up to the most lovely scene of the tree outside my room being all red and shiny and autumnal as opposed to grey and wintery. Yay for sunshine!
Lucy
xxx
Tuesday, 4 November 2008
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The Red and the Black
I write this in a fuzz and bristle of nervous excitement: election day, election day (how many hundreds of blogs will mention this today and tomorrow? It's for that reason I won't go any further: I will leave politics for those who know better, or at least like to write about it and appear to know better. You know who you are). Instead I'll talk about how annoyed I am that the shower's taken, especially whilst I feel so dirty and muggy eugh. A shower is needed, even in that disgusting white chipped bath with the scratchy enamel, and the broken shower head, and the pool of water that collects unspeakable horrors. And I know it will be lukewarm.
Ah, also I finished my first book of the term (a lie: my first non-art historical book) and it ended happily and moralistically and Victorian-esque. Some of the emotions in it were bitingly true to life and took my breath away slightly, yet I still prefer Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights and their far-fetchedness.
And, home at the weekend! Lou will be home too, hurrah!
Lucy
xxx
Ah, also I finished my first book of the term (a lie: my first non-art historical book) and it ended happily and moralistically and Victorian-esque. Some of the emotions in it were bitingly true to life and took my breath away slightly, yet I still prefer Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights and their far-fetchedness.
And, home at the weekend! Lou will be home too, hurrah!
Lucy
xxx
Sunday, 2 November 2008
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Flu
Today my head aches, and my eyes hurt. And we went for a Sunday roast with saved money and high hopes (and hungry) on the bus only to get disappointed. The vegetables were cold and hard and weird (the carrot made me feel sick), and - oddly - they included 2 huge slices of raw beetroot. To console ourselves we bought an apple pie and comfort-ate a quarter each whilst Dean and I explained the last three series of Lost to everyone else. My head got too bad to play Bullshit (which here is known more mildly as Cheat) so here I am!
I'm also quite unexpectedly excited to go home this weekend: we're going to fireworks and I'm going to get a clean shower and home cooking. I can feel it might be quiet and disorientating though..I'm too used to hearing people speak when I sleep and when I wake and all the time in between. I might get lonely!
Lucy
xxx
I'm also quite unexpectedly excited to go home this weekend: we're going to fireworks and I'm going to get a clean shower and home cooking. I can feel it might be quiet and disorientating though..I'm too used to hearing people speak when I sleep and when I wake and all the time in between. I might get lonely!
Lucy
xxx
