kimi_chan

So our awesome show watching and pizza eating tonight were interrupted by bloodcurding screams. This incident was followed by a circus of seemingly endless proportions which involved wonderfully subtle screams of "Hide your meth and let the cops in!" which standing next to aid cops. The almost slapstick comedy soon resulted in the meth dealer being maced in the eyes and shoved into a paddy wagon as the police entered his "house" (read: meth lab). The police presence was impressive, three cars and a paddy wagon. It's about damn time! So so relieved.

To top this off, once I got inside from eavesdropping I found an email from my internship supervisor who was very impressed with my work so far. I'm quite overwhelmed with joy right now.

Amphora Print Single by *kimichan on deviantART

I've been putting off finishing this print for ages for two reasons, 1) Because I wasn't sure what to do with the inside of the amphora and 2) because this last piece of lino was the last piece for a reason, it's very grainy and so crumbled a fair bit at the edges of the chisel. It made it very hard to get smooth lines so this is quite a messy print.

I'm still debating whether to clean up the background or not. Any thoughts? Would it look better cleaner? I kind of want it to have a old feel to it and once I clean it there's no going back.

He is such a tiny wee thing. I might have to get another but I'll see how he goes. The fish I already had are black widow tetras and they grow to 2inches max. At the moment they're only an inch but they drawf the little bristlenosed catfish. He should grow though. Hopefully he'll keep the snail population (it jumped from 1 to 8 in two days) in check.

In other news, my work is almost done!

I bought my fish some driftwood with plant life on it today to replace their very dreary looking plants. They seem happy with it and it looks good too. I'll probably get them a catfish next week to help keep a reign on the snail epidemic that seems to be occurring. Hopefully this plant is as healthy as it appears.

One week til the masters is due. Then I can finish my surrealism essay and be done with it for a while.

Fish Print Paper on Canvas by *kimichan on deviantART

I want to know how most of this was done.

Between from Via Grafik on Vimeo.

I'm trying to work on the conclusion to my masters piece for this semester but I can't make the words work. The three of us doing modern art alongside our masters component were given an extension because modern art was suffering under all the work for masters. We finally decided we should say something about the way they keep randomly moving due dates forward and asking us to take time off work to come and show them our progress (not previously necessary but sprung on us out of the blue).

Classes are at least done so I can get back to internships and just getting the work done. I have six more days at Carrick Hill and three at the Classics Museum. I'll be glad when this semester is done with so I can work on a few things that I've had to keep putting off.

Men's Good-Luck Ring, 1st-2nd C AD (two of the best centuries EVAR), Roman, from the Levant Region.

Super awesome.

Because birthdays are a good time for it.

I have to say, I'm happy with where I am in life at the moment. Sure, I'd like to actually be a millionaire but I'm going for a bit of realism here. Despite all the stress of doing my masters while working and the other things life throws at you willy-nilly I'm pretty pleased with things. The fact alone that I'm doing my masters is pretty tops. I want that and it's happening so there you go. I have a great relationship and am happy with myself.

There seems to be something in the air that is making people a bit weird these last couple of years. The people at work suffer from it everyday. They just don't stop listing off all these carbon-copy components that they think makes them a Certified Grown-Up. People lately seem to have this vision of what they should do and how they should act in order to appear adult. It must be an earlier stage of that Suited Up Bluetooth Toting Douchebag Sales Rep trend. It's weird and fake and I can't understand how people could be happy living like that. The concept of always having to put on airs because you're trying to live up to a made up ideal held only by other false people is just something I don't understand. It has to do with confidence. If they had any then they would be comfortable being themselves. But they don't so they overcompensate by buying new things, setting up the "socially ideal" life and basically playing house.

I don't feel the inclination to do any of that kind of thing and I think it'd be a very unhappy way to live. So I guess that means I'm pretty happy with the way my own life is. I am what I am, I know my faults and my strengths and I'm doing what I want to be doing. It's pretty much awesome.

Luke gave me my presents early in keeping with our "let's celebrate while we can actually enjoy it" plan.



( A cute picture of Ed and close-ups under here )

It's my birthday on tuesday but we decided to celebrate it yesterday so that I could enjoy it a bit, take some time off my studies and relax. We also figured it'd give us a chance to see people we haven't seen much lately. So Luke and I spent the day cooking quiches, cupcakes, and chicken wings for the party. We had to have a short break to go and see his niece for hers too. We came back in time to finish cooking (high-five to us for the awesome work too) and get the house ready a bit.

It turns out that some people seem to know me pretty well.



How awesome are they! Health and mana potions XD They also bought some very nice scotch and Galliano which I'd never tried before. I quite like it, it was very mild and easy to drink. Trying new things is always fun.

Earlier in the day, in the process of cooking, Luke and I each decorated a cupcake for each other. ( The hilarious results are as follows.  )

It's pretty sad when you can write the bulk of an essay without any recent research, including quotes, and then know exactly where the books are that held the quotes you just used.

I have four weeks of classes left and roughly a week after that I have to hand up both a 3000 word essay and my 9000+ word (and 10 other components) Masters assessment. In the meantime I have to sit in an office unable to work on any of it three days a week, finish two internships, research all the above and deal with all the other lovely things life throws at you. Somewhere in there is also my birthday. In a week I have to present my exhibition to a panel from the Museum and Art Gallery.

Excuse me if I don't respond to messages, etc. I'm very forgetful at the moment, too, and way too distracted.

Also, my fish seem to have laid eggs...That'll be interesting.

So I gave blood today successfully. Pretty proud of that. They were all very helpful and so on about it. The first two tests showed my haemogloben levels as being too low but she did a different test where she drew blood from the vein to recheck it and I just passed. Apparently being O- makes me "Bloody top shelf!" so I guess they were willing to go the extra step cause it's desperately needed. I was looking at their stats for the week. Their aim just for blood is 400 donors and so far this week they're at 190...on thursday night. I can see why they're so desperate.

Day three of Carrick Hill is over. Today I was leafing through Hans and Nora Heysen's letters. I get a bit of a rush when touching old things, especially things which have a direct connection to another person. Adrian Feint's letters were pretty cool "In Sydney now there are nothing but abstracts. It quite depresses one to see it." His work is on show there at the moment, it's worth seeing if you're looking for a day out and don't mind paying the entrance fee.

I want to post photos of something but I can't get good ones just yet. I might have to wait til the weekend.

I'm donating blood on thursday. I feel obligated to cause of being O-. I told them I'm not good with blood but they assured me they'd "handle me with cotton gloves" and go out of their way to make sure I was okay. I think I'll be fine.

Maybe some fish should hang out at the front of their aquarium instead of gazing longing out the nearby window. Geez, fish, you can't even fly.

[●REC] = love. Awesome movie. Watch it now. And don't give me that "I don't have it with me right now" nonsense.

Remember about a year or so ago when I posted about having a new email address and to not bother using my hotmail one anymore? It seems a whole lot of people misunderstood the meaning of "don't bother using it because it likely won't get checked. I'm not going to sift through the inordinate amount of crap in there to find anything legitimate so if you've sent anything to my hotmail account in the last year assume you should have read the fine print better.

I know people have my "new" email addy because everyone who has reason to contact me (and some who don't) began using it after that post. Not sure what the confusion is here. If you lost it for some reason, just ask for it again. But to reiterate: Don't bother using my hotmail account. I don't check it.

Someone totally needs to photoshop a Megalodon into it. It will scare the living crap out of me.

Do it.Do it.Do it.Do it.Do it.Do it.Do it.Do it.Do it.Do it.

I had a crazy arse dream last night. I had been chosen by god...Even after he had bestowed my with wings, given me a book with which to fulfill my goal, and imbued in me an intense feeling of love and a sense of purpose (much the same thing only purpose is more beneficial) I still kept thinking how ridiculous it was because he didn't exist. Apparently physical manifestations and the ability to fly isn't good enough to convince me.

The cool thing was that the dream was set in my own warped version of the Lilypad. It was fairly airportish inside, which was satisfying. My purpose was to save someone from a death penalty apparently. They were innocent and were the only hope for the world.

It was odd.

It was also one of those things where if I wrote a book about it I could probably start a cult and make millions. So I'll have to think on that. What else are visitations from an imaginary figurehead for?