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Ello Ello...i have been sitting on photoshop today. I have a million things i need to do but i managed to spend most of the day doing this, hey, that's life right?
My live journal page is being abit of a dick at the moment, so just gonna leave links to the banners for now, should be able to sort them out later.
But if you fancy taking a peek, here you go :) ....
http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/suz
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http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/suz
http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/suz
My live journal page is being abit of a dick at the moment, so just gonna leave links to the banners for now, should be able to sort them out later.
But if you fancy taking a peek, here you go :) ....
http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/suz
http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/suz
http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/suz
http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/suz
http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/suz
http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/suz
http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/suz
I have made a fair few icons over the last coupla weeks so thought i would update here with some :)
thoughtfulDon't people have an uncanny knack of making you feel extreme guilt over things that you really shouldn't at times? You can work so hard at something, ploughing ahead day after day and then when you eventually get there, it somehow feels as though the whole thing is suddenly a burden to people.
Sometimes keeping up your side of a deal just doesnt seem to be enough, not when your side doesnt consist of money and complications, just because your side was hard work and graft.
I hate that constant feeling in your stomach, a wash of guilt. Even if they dont mean it.
Drink, anyone?
Results day today. My god was that tense. And we got stuck behind a bloody tractor on the way there! Buut, i got 3 A's and 1 B. *squeeeee*
Means im going to Leeds uni, which was the first choice. So relieved :D.
*Dances*
Now sleep time...so long without sleep...
Went to a house warming party on Monday night. Girl who's sort of been family friend/was in my class at primary school sort of person is moving into her first flat that she's bought and done up etc so she was having people round to celebrate. Of course, as always with everyone i seem to know this turned into a huge piss up and everyone ended up extremely drunk and splitting up their various ways. Some people from my college were there, some that were in my art class so i ended up hanging around with them for the night. And, of course, just to be polite ended up being extremely drunk and going clubbing, which if you know me, you'd know i'd have to be very drunk to do. Anyway. A point to this tale. I woke up on Tuesday morning with the most amount of drunken injuries i think i've ever had.
Injury number one : A sliced open finger, from when i was running down some metal stairs at the back of said flat and caught it on spikey metal.
Injury number two : my already broken toe, swollen up again because people kept standing on it.
injury number three : a bruise all the way up my left arm from when i some how ended up in the next door neighbours house which was two random 26 year old PHD students and i walked into their door.
Injury number four: In club, i realise 'why am i in a club?' and say my goodbyes. Drunken state me makes it to exit which has a flight of stairs between me and the door. I stand at the top and completely fall down them from top to bottom, which i must admit was hilarious. But caused a huge bruise on my arse/leg.
Injury number five : bruise on my right arm from trying to grab stair case arm rail
injury number six : pulled stomach muscles, from fall and from absolutely pissing myself laughing for about ten minutes with the bloke who, thank God, caught me at the bottom.
Injury number Seven: After talking to said bloke for a while, got myself into a taxi, went home, made tea, burnt my tongue.
Went to bed. Woke up in alot of pain.
Injury number one : A sliced open finger, from when i was running down some metal stairs at the back of said flat and caught it on spikey metal.
Injury number two : my already broken toe, swollen up again because people kept standing on it.
injury number three : a bruise all the way up my left arm from when i some how ended up in the next door neighbours house which was two random 26 year old PHD students and i walked into their door.
Injury number four: In club, i realise 'why am i in a club?' and say my goodbyes. Drunken state me makes it to exit which has a flight of stairs between me and the door. I stand at the top and completely fall down them from top to bottom, which i must admit was hilarious. But caused a huge bruise on my arse/leg.
Injury number five : bruise on my right arm from trying to grab stair case arm rail
injury number six : pulled stomach muscles, from fall and from absolutely pissing myself laughing for about ten minutes with the bloke who, thank God, caught me at the bottom.
Injury number Seven: After talking to said bloke for a while, got myself into a taxi, went home, made tea, burnt my tongue.
Went to bed. Woke up in alot of pain.
Passed my driving theory test this morning , yeay! *dances*
Got 34/35 on the questions (have to get 30 to pass) and i knew id got that one wrong since i did a 'dip' to decide which one i should go for, hee. I love doing that in exams.
Then on hazard perception you had to get 44/75 to pass and i got 47. Slightly scraping the barrel there, but never mind! I didnt really understand what it was, i just sat and clicked.
Very pleasing though, another teeny stress out of the way :)
pissed off
Need i say more?
Oh dear
Posted on 2006.07.25 at 16:08Current Mood: dorky
Current Music: All American Rejects- dirty little secret
The first season of 'Deal or No Deal' ended on Friday...*strums fingers* Y'see now that i have no work ive become (very quickly) one of those people that relies on a TV routine (my God im old)...and some bad, bad part of me got addicted to that show.
4.15 will never be the same again.
Until, um, season two.
4.15 will never be the same again.
Until, um, season two.
This was a while ago now it seems...but i was flicking through my photobucket and realised i hadn't really mentioned it on here and i guess it was a big part of my life for a while! So this is some of the work that i produced in my three day exam...(my eyes were crossing when i left!) lol.
This is my fine art work, which my mother was disturbed at because the model was my brother and the pictures arn't exactly...nice. Lol.
And this was the graphics final piece that i did in the exam...my eyes were even more crossed after this one...
This weekend was my Uncles wedding...and it was actually bloody good. I was abit concerned because i know very few of my uncle and now new aunties friends but they were all such good crack. I think the day just hit off when my aunty came down the aisle, looking gorgeous in blue (she has two teenage boys and felt white was probably pushing it). and being the first time she'd seen all the flowers in the church turned around and went 'oh, it's lovely!' in a brummie accent which echoed out to all of the onlookers, you have to hear a brummie accent to understand just how funny that is.
The wedding was lovely in general and all the music was perfect etc but i have to say the reception made it. Fab drinks, and one amazing steel band just while everyone was standing around and then later on another band which by the end of the night when everyone was pissed had resorted to playing Abba and the like and somehow i ended up dancing in one of those big circles of drunk people.
The dinner was probably the best part though. On our table there was my brother and i, a brother and sister who both had particularly funky hair and their mum and dad- who were all such awesome people. The brides younger sister who was well up for a laugh and her mate. And then another bloke who was 30 and particularly err...randy it would seem, who was sitting next to me. He was one of those cheeky chappy sort of a grin and a wink would let him get away with anything types- and his hands were all over the place under the table lol. Bought me a stupid amount of tequila and i ended up sitting on a garden wall with him at the end of the night lol, hmm, you always regret tequila dont you?
Anyway, i sat in the sinks in the toilet with my new aunty helping her to spell our last name quickly so she could say it in phone calls- she seemed blissfully happy and as did my uncle :) they're both mid-forties and im just soo pleased for both of them. No one ever thought my uncle was gonna marry and he just waited till the right person came along and they're so good for each other. Tis very nice to see :D.
The wedding was lovely in general and all the music was perfect etc but i have to say the reception made it. Fab drinks, and one amazing steel band just while everyone was standing around and then later on another band which by the end of the night when everyone was pissed had resorted to playing Abba and the like and somehow i ended up dancing in one of those big circles of drunk people.
The dinner was probably the best part though. On our table there was my brother and i, a brother and sister who both had particularly funky hair and their mum and dad- who were all such awesome people. The brides younger sister who was well up for a laugh and her mate. And then another bloke who was 30 and particularly err...randy it would seem, who was sitting next to me. He was one of those cheeky chappy sort of a grin and a wink would let him get away with anything types- and his hands were all over the place under the table lol. Bought me a stupid amount of tequila and i ended up sitting on a garden wall with him at the end of the night lol, hmm, you always regret tequila dont you?
Anyway, i sat in the sinks in the toilet with my new aunty helping her to spell our last name quickly so she could say it in phone calls- she seemed blissfully happy and as did my uncle :) they're both mid-forties and im just soo pleased for both of them. No one ever thought my uncle was gonna marry and he just waited till the right person came along and they're so good for each other. Tis very nice to see :D.
How is it the 21st tomorrow? How do i have my last exam? I am still LEARNING things. Most people by this point have got it all neatly organised and are just reading it over nice and calmly! But nooo, not me. Tis gonna be a looong night! *twitches*
Why are clams happy?
Argh! I miss art :( I never thought i would be the sort of person that would get all frustrated when away from it...i always think it comes across as...pretentious and also abit spoilt for some reason. But so be it, ey?
Coz i miss it :( Im sitting doing stupid bloody pyschology revision of which im desperately trying to clasp onto things that interest me, and keeping my concentration longer than ten minutes before going into cuckcoo land and looking down to discover ive doodled all over my notes. I keep getting these ideas that i want to DO, and not for some project or to get a grade or anything like that i just want to DO them. I want to sit in my garage and work on something that's entirely from my own head, not from a marking scheme or grade system.
*screams*
I think it started coz last night my brother came back from Argentina, he's been working/not really working there for three months and he brought me back a football shirt with Suzy on the back (bless him) and a book with loads of street art in, and pictures of bits of graffiti from the streets of where he had been and it was SO amazing. It was really sweet of him to do it, but i was just looking through in complete awe of everything, and these are people that are just scrawling things on walls and it's beautiful! And at times very funky. Why we can't get some of their talent to come over here, if people are gonna graffiti i'd prefer for it to be that rather than 'chav loves chav' scrawled everywhere.
Anyway, looking through, as always is the way, their ideas sprouted my own ideas and then i was off and scribbling bits and pieces down and all of a sudden it's three o clock in the morning and all i have are 5 crappy black and white sketches and a pile of pyschology that looms evily from across the desk.
I felt like i needed a rest from it when i'd finished my art, graphics and photography exams, and i think i did, but only in the sense that there was no pressure anymore, not in the sense that i wouldn't be physically doing anything that involved it for a while. I didn't realise just how much that would piss me off.
Coz i miss it :( Im sitting doing stupid bloody pyschology revision of which im desperately trying to clasp onto things that interest me, and keeping my concentration longer than ten minutes before going into cuckcoo land and looking down to discover ive doodled all over my notes. I keep getting these ideas that i want to DO, and not for some project or to get a grade or anything like that i just want to DO them. I want to sit in my garage and work on something that's entirely from my own head, not from a marking scheme or grade system.
*screams*
I think it started coz last night my brother came back from Argentina, he's been working/not really working there for three months and he brought me back a football shirt with Suzy on the back (bless him) and a book with loads of street art in, and pictures of bits of graffiti from the streets of where he had been and it was SO amazing. It was really sweet of him to do it, but i was just looking through in complete awe of everything, and these are people that are just scrawling things on walls and it's beautiful! And at times very funky. Why we can't get some of their talent to come over here, if people are gonna graffiti i'd prefer for it to be that rather than 'chav loves chav' scrawled everywhere.
Anyway, looking through, as always is the way, their ideas sprouted my own ideas and then i was off and scribbling bits and pieces down and all of a sudden it's three o clock in the morning and all i have are 5 crappy black and white sketches and a pile of pyschology that looms evily from across the desk.
I felt like i needed a rest from it when i'd finished my art, graphics and photography exams, and i think i did, but only in the sense that there was no pressure anymore, not in the sense that i wouldn't be physically doing anything that involved it for a while. I didn't realise just how much that would piss me off.
I've eventually lost it. My last exam is next Wednesday and i have spent HOURS today doing a long list of stupidly unproductive things instead of working through the mounds of things that i haven't even started looking at yet, never mind learning.
One example would be looking at those white fluffy things that arn't really fluff and you can never capture in your hand that float through the air. That took my amusement factor up for what i would say was a good hour all in all.
How about gargling my name with water, because yes, i did that for at least ten minutes today.
I then tried to come up with a new signiture that would alot cooler than my usual scrawl. Not that i'll ever change it because when do you ever have the time to take care over your signiture, maybe at the bottom of a painting, but you have to be bloody good before you start doing things like that.
And finally i spent quite a few minutes trying to figure out whether my leg would go over my head. It does. But it gets stuck. So i won't be doing that again.
*sighs* Oh the joys of the exam period, right? Bring on next Wednesday night, then i wont need Mr Concentration anymore, but for now, i beg of him to come back.
P.s 'Deal or no deal' is sucking me in. Save my soul.
One example would be looking at those white fluffy things that arn't really fluff and you can never capture in your hand that float through the air. That took my amusement factor up for what i would say was a good hour all in all.
How about gargling my name with water, because yes, i did that for at least ten minutes today.
I then tried to come up with a new signiture that would alot cooler than my usual scrawl. Not that i'll ever change it because when do you ever have the time to take care over your signiture, maybe at the bottom of a painting, but you have to be bloody good before you start doing things like that.
And finally i spent quite a few minutes trying to figure out whether my leg would go over my head. It does. But it gets stuck. So i won't be doing that again.
*sighs* Oh the joys of the exam period, right? Bring on next Wednesday night, then i wont need Mr Concentration anymore, but for now, i beg of him to come back.
P.s 'Deal or no deal' is sucking me in. Save my soul.
Lost :-O
Posted on 2006.06.14 at 13:40Current Mood:
pleased
Current Music: panic at the disco- i thank God for Esteban
Usually you would think that by the time you got to this point in the second season of a show like this it would be going down the drain...but NO ! Every week it seems to be getting better imo. I love how the two groups are merging in together now. Last night was the episode when Jack and Ana-Lucia clapped eyes on each other again on the island. And when all the others met up again, i was so looking forward to Bernard and Rose's reunion and it was adorable!
*squee* Bring on next Tuesday.
*squee* Bring on next Tuesday.
Current Mood:
restless
I've had four cups of tea in the last 50 minutes...do you think i could be putting off the little thing called revision any more if i tried?
I have my pyschology exam tomorrow. Poo. :(
I have my pyschology exam tomorrow. Poo. :(
*dances*
My mums boss just popped into the house and i opened the front door and had a chat with him for a few minutes until my mum came downstairs. When he left i said he always seems quiet and my mum said 'well yes, but that's because he's scared of you.' Why the hell are people always scared of me!? I try and be nice :( I dont think im scary :( *sniffs*