Train tickets ordered!
♪: Pure Reason Revolution – Golden Clothes
Go to urbandictionary.com and type in your answer to each question in the search box, then write the FIRST definition it gives you.
1.) Your name: Jemma
- Jemma, a girls name that can only describe someone who is bubbly, funny, a little bit of a nerd , beautiful, uberly crazy and fastastico (italian lol)
One of the coolest girls around!
Jemma, your uber Una Banana!
2.) Your age: 19
- To “be 19″, or to have “gone 19″ essentially means that something has gone wrong, is just plain weird, or is inexplicable. Derived from Stephen King’s ‘Dark Tower’ series. Its true meaning, if anything more than a motif, has yet to be revealed.
“Welcome to the 19th level of The Dark Tower.”
“The whole fucking world has gone 19.”
3.) One of your friends: Stu
- Stu is the name of a cocky bastard who has good reason to be cocky.
Girl “Stu why are you so cocky”
Stu “I am not cocky I am just confident”
Girl slides down Stu’s pants
Girl “Oh that’s why”
4.) What should you be doing?: Semiotics
- Codeword for “I’m a big bitch.” Used often by pseudointellectuals, “artists” who don’t do art but talk about it, and philosophy academics that think with their crotch and talk out their asshole.
As an artist, I’m interested in semiotics and the relationship between excreta and the soul.
5.) Your favourite colour: Light Blue
- It’s the “gay” color in Russian-speaking countries, much like purple is in America.
Russian: “that guy, he so–light blue”
American: “Light-blue? What the fuck? It’s purple. Purple is the color we use here to describe gays.”
6.) Your birthplace: Norwich, [England not USA]
- I went to Norwich a few months ago and I’m telling you the girls round there were gorgeous! Think it must be because its the biggest place for miles around and attracts all of East Anglia’s stunners. Just a shame that it is such a pain to get to. Can drive to Leeds in the time it takes to get to Norwich from London.
Norwich was England’s second largest city in the middle ages, with its prosperity based on strong European export markets for the region’s agricultural products.
7.) Last person you talked to: Warren
- when you take a shit, and laugh after.
harry could be heard from the washroom as he let out a thundering warren.
8.) Last thing you had to drink: Coke Zero
diet coke in a different bottle for men who think “diet” coke is for girls
A: “Is that diet coke you’re drinking? You ponce…”
B: “Now way, this is coke zero, coke for REAL men.”
9.) Your nickname: Jemi
A very handsome strong male, who can attract any woman in sight. Also very good at everything wether it be games or driving “he” will always be the ultimate.
Damn that kid sure is one hell of a “Jemi”!
♪: Pure Reason Revolution – He Tried To Show Them Magic/Ambassadors Return
So I almost kinda got mugged today.
I decided since my creepers were falling apart after basically living in them for the past like 5 years (not bad going eh?) I’d treat myself to some of those slip-on Vans after critical studies.
So, I was in Schuh, I’d noticed this guy lurking around the store, specifically around this girl, who I assumed was his daughter so I paid little attention to it as I was waiting for my shoes to arrive. The shop assisstant had just brought some through in my size and had given me a couple of minutes to try them on, see how they felt etc. At this point the guy came and sat near me, with some shoes in his hand so I assumed that he was trying on a pair and wanted to sit down to tie them up, again, not paying that much attention.
I put my bag down for a second on the seat, while I stood up to see how the shoes felt. I turned around and I saw the guy carefully unzipping my bag (presumably not so I’d hear him do it), trying to feel for my purse. I snatched my bag and yelled ‘WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!’ at which point he just ran out of the store.
Luckily, he hadn’t gotten anything as I’d been carrying a lot of junk in my bag, such as my jacket etc so he hadn’t got to my purse, but really I should count my blessings that he hadn’t have just snatched my bag and ran, else he’d probably have got away with £5 cash, my cards, my IDs, my jacket, Emma’s hoodie and most importantly my £340 bus pass. D: Just goes to show you can’t leave ANYTHING on it’s own, because I’d only had my back to it literally for 5 seconds.
What a twat.
♪: Muse – Map of the Problematique
Fuck you, meme, I’m still resizing my photo. >(
Yesterday I had my very first crit at Uni, which basically means showing the work you’ve been doing to your class and tutor. The thought of this scared the bajesus out of me as A) I’m not exactly the most confident of people and hate the focus being on me, B) Despite the fact my class is really nice and I get on really well with everybody in there, I’m always worried they’ll think my work is crap/wonder how I got on the course etc, and C) My tutor made my friend in Illustration cry last week. So yeah, I wasn’t looking forward to the experience at all.
So the work that was being crit’d was our “Point of Sale” partnered studio project and our ‘Observations’ darkroom project. We’d also done studio headshots and photograms but didn’t have time crit them, but thats okay as I’m satisfied with my headshots and I’ve done photograms 9458904589034 times before anyway. Luckily we didn’t have the scary makes-people-cry tutor for our crit, but instead the guy who guided me on Point of Sale project who’s really nice so it made me feel a little more at ease.
Basically, he said he was pleased with the outcome of my Point of Sale project, and thought I worked well within my team, and everyone in my class really liked it. He also said that my Observations project was ok- the print quality was good, and they were good technically (I’d hope so too… I’ve done darkroom work before; I hated it then, and I hate it now), but my compositions tend to be messy. But that’s fine, I can live with that. No tears were shed, no rage ensued. Overall I got a pretty good crit.
My ‘Point of Sale’ final piece
The rest of Freshers week was pretty dull; nobody showed up to the Freshers pubcrawl (that or we all got seperated very, VERY early) and I ended up spending the night in the SU bar playing Uno with Stuart and Butty.
This week has been… stressful, to say the least. I first of all sacrificed the only day off I had this week because word on the grapevine was there a lecture and it turns out there wasn’t and yesterday… oh God yesterday. We all went in at 9:30 (meaning I was up at 6:30), under the impression we were there to pick up the brief and we’ll be gone again, but no, it was only when we got there we discovered they had booked is in all day until 6:15. 12 hours, with only an hours break, and what’s worse was that the work we done in the morning was stuff I’d already done before. I KNOW HOW TO MAKE A PHOTOGRAM FFS. Don’t get me wrong, the afternoon was pretty interesting as we learnt how to use the studio, lighting etc. but not telling anybody about this was wrong. A lot of people on the course commute and couldn’t get trains home, people had work to pay to even be there etc and it just screwed us all around and argh.
On the upside though, we were out today at 11. \:D/
ps. i love him.
♪: Pure Reason Revolution – Borgens Vor