Tidying up.

Well, it seems like ages since I last wrote here so I suppose an update is in order.

I really haven't done that much. No, really,I haven't. I just haven't had the heart, the drive or the inspiration. I suppose that the whole 'University screwed me over' thing is still giving me grief. I mean, come on, wouldn't you want to be told you were failing at least once before results day? Even more so if you saw your tutors every week, and if you went through four or five different assessments?

Anyway, enough.

So. I have a half-drawn section of my revamped concert hall. Which needed revamping firstly because the accoustics didn't work, and secondly because the tutors don't like the 'pedestrian' aesthetic. Excuse me? Since when has aesthetics been a source for failing someone? The technology, fair enough, fail me for that, but surely my response to the brief in terms of the aesthetic is just as valid as anyone elses?

Anyway, as I said, moving on.

This weekend is going to be quite busy. I would say 'quite sad' too, but it won't. Tomorrow my parents take all of my belongings home. I follow Monday morning. I can't wait. There will be many (well, several) people I will be sorry to leave... but right now I feel the vast majority of people, especially those I studied with, are absolute showers out only to rub my nose in the fact that I failed whilst they passed. Probably not the case, but still that is how it feels.

This means of course I'm having to pack. I've cleaned up my apartment, and put a lot of stuff in boxes. My lava lamp has its own box. My DVDs have fitted in a shoe box. Most of my books and half of my CDs fit inside the box that the box containing my top hat arrived in. A hat within a box within a box...

My lava lamp is proudly proclaimed on the box to be a 'Lava Grande'. Now it may just be me being cynical, but... does 'Lava Grande' sound like a lamp, or some sort of drink containing a double shot of expresso, steamed milk, whipped cream, chocolate moccha sauce and caramel sauce?