Glass Workshop!

Last Monday, we had a glass workshop at uni. Every Monday we do a different workshop so we can try everything out and see what we like. At the glass workshop we did some sand blasting (not pictured) and made some mosaic glass... erm, things. The theme was to create a "self portrait" of yourself. Some people did some really amazing stuff. This is the one I did.



I know, Rose's is only black white and red! Not much of a surprise there, huh? Everyone else was picking out pretty pinks, blues, greens and all those other colours that everyone loves. For some reason I really can't stand them! (The colours, not the people. Actually some of the people are pretty annoying too) Everyone kept asking me how mine was a self portrait, personally I don't think it's that hard to see.

My friend Andy did one with his black hair in one corner, his eye in the middle, and then part of his nose in the opposite corner to his hair. I thought it looked really good. Plus I really like his blue eyes. They're so pretty! People think it's weird when I tell them their eyes are pretty, but I think some people are getting used to it now.

Jess, did two both half the side of mine. Hers were really nice too. One she did was kind of just a stick figure of herself, but with a big belly. Then inside the round belly there was another smaller stick person. I thought that one was perfect!

For Visual Inquiry we have to carry around large charcoal drawings on A1 paper! I keep having to explain to people what size A1 is because apparently no one knows! For those of you who are slow, the normal size paper you usually use is called A4. Then there's A3 which is like having two A4 bits of paper side-by-side. Then you have A2 which is like having four A4 pieces, or otherwise two A3 pieces side by side. Then you have A1. To put it simply, A1 is like having eight A4 pieces all stuck together. So now I have a huge folder to put this paper in which I have to carry to and from uni, during peak hour on the bus. This is my new folder. My lense was dirty when I took the picture, I'm pretty sure someone's been playing with my camera because all my settings have been changed too. I'm pretty sure I've never purposefully put my camera into wide screen mode! Own up to using my camera while I was at uni! come on!


In other news, my hair is currently straight. When I came home from uni, Tayla was playing with Molly's hair, so she wanted to play with mine next. When Tayla does my hair, Molly watches and they stand there telling me how much they love my hair. You would think that would make them love me, but apparently if you love something about a person, you immediately have to hate them. It's like a rule or something. I sure as hell don't get it. I'm pretty sure that Molly and Tayla both obsess about my hair more then I do.

Now that I go out and associate with people more, I'm learning so much about the way people interact with each other and what they find acceptable. I now know why girls go to the toilets in packs. And I know that if a girl invites me to go to the toilet with her, I should always say no.

I've decided to write a book about human behavior. Actually I started it years ago, but now I actually have more stuff to put in it.

How Rude!

I was catching the bus home from uni today, and I had to wait around a bit to catch my connecting bus. That's was fine, I know how to wait for things, I've been doing it my whole life, after all. Then a woman, most likely in her 30's, sat down next to me. This was also fine, I have nothing against women in general. And then she started smoking...

Why the hell do people think that is ok??

Speaking as someone who is allergic to smoke like that, it's terrible. As soon as I smelt it I could feel my chest getting tight. Not so tight I couldn't breathe, but tight enough to make me scared. Surely enough she must realise that smoking around other people is inconsiderate? Or maybe she didn't? So I told her.

I told her exactly how rude it is to smoke around other people, especially in such close proximity. She told me if I didn't like it, I should move. Why should I move because of her inconsideration for other people?

It's the same at uni. There are only a few trees at my uni, and only really one spot where to can sit under the shade of the trees. Sadly for people who don't want to cause that kind of premature death, we're left without the awesome tree shade because that's where people like to go smoke. You would think they'd ban smoking at uni because the walkways between the buildings are so close together anyway. But then again, you're allowed to drink alcohol at uni, so what's the difference? (I know it's a really big one, but if you know me, you'll get the point)

So this is my rant for the day. My inability to spend time in certain places due to the inconsideration of others.

Uni Bum With Friends!!!

As you may know from my previous post, I'm a uni bum now. Cool eh? However, in more recent news, I'm a uni bum with friends! On my first day of uni I made 100 million bazillion new friends! And they're all really cool. Mum pointed out to me that most of them are actually boys, but boys are cooler then girls. Thus why I'd really like to be a boy.

Onto other news. Today is my first day off since uni started. And I have to go to uni for a BBQ tomorrow. I know, life's hard, but someone has to do it. I have Friday off too.

I've got nothing else to say.
xx

Let's hold hands and skip!

While holding hands with each other and skipping around in a bunch of daisies would be really cool, I know of something better! Three letters guys, uni. Or you could use the ten letter version, but really either of them are great!

You know what it's like when you do your best to be likable, just so that people wont turn their noses up at you? And do you know what it's like to always still have people turn their noses up at you? If so, we're probably in the same boat. Regardless of where I go, what I do, or how I act, people always treat me like something they've scraped off the bottom of their shoe. I hate it.

Obviously it's not my little brother Asher's shoe because he scrapes things off and keeps them as loving pets. Just like his completely flat, completely dead little lizard he named George. I wouldn't mind being pulled off of his shoe.

Anyway, I went to my university enrolment day today. It was so great! Sure, there were a few people there who thought themselves good enough to turn their noses up at me as I walked past, but like it mattered anyway. I had more friends then they did and my friends were actually paying attention to me. Beat that.

I got a free diary, pen, lanyard, bag, and jelly beans. What more could you want? My lanyard makes me feel very important, as I'm sure you all know I am. I love uni, here's a picture of my with my lanyard while me, Molly and Tayla were waiting for Sydney White to start at the movies.



xx

Apparently...

Apparently I smile too much, but it's okay, because I have a pretty smile.

Apparently I talk to strangers too much, but it's okay, because they all wanted to be my friends anyway!

Apparently I'm too crazy... But it's okay, I don't often bite =D


I went to a church dance last night. Me, a dance. Freaky, hey? It was a valentines dance, so I made an awesome 'FREE VALENTINES HUGS!' sign. Of course everyone loved it and a got a few guys coming back for more! They sure do know how to make a girl feel special.

I danced with a bunch of 14-year-old boys (They so told me they were older then that) and two guys my age. Plus I got to take my shoes off for most of the night! I love not wearing shoes.

The Return of the Parentals

My darling parentals went away to Naracoorte for two days. In true fashion of my father, these two days turned into four. After the second day they called and said they would be home tomorrow, we stopped believing them.

During their time away I found time to do so many things. The two most important ones are that I found out that I got into University. This year I will be beginning a Bachelor of Visual Arts (specialisation) at the coolest University ever invented! To top off how exciting this is for me, I'll be doing it with my sister and a very good friend of mine. I knew that they would both get in, but I honestly thought that I wouldn't.

The next important thing I did while my parentals were away, was learn how to wiggle my ears! It took me two days of constant concentration to be able to remember which muscles to move. Believe it or not, I kept getting my ear muscles and my eyebrow muscles mixed up. Molly thinks wiggling your ears is gross, but I think it's a big achievement!

Of course while my parentals were gone, I did look after their children, but that wasn't anything particularly special. However I do know for sure that I can cook, clean, keep track of 6 other people, make sure the doors and windows are locked at night and I can scare away bad dreams. What else is there to know?

xx

My Mum

Is cooler then yours. Hands down!
Jealous?

xx