Oceans of Grey

it’s also midnight and i have work at 8.30am. what am i thinking..

ondirecting:

Who wants to be my illegal text-a-friend for this pub quiz tonight?

not illegal, just frowned upon..

The most awesome person in the whole wide world bought me a wonderful teal marle jumper as we were perusing through the campus’ monthly market day. It’s as soft as my cashmere one (which I bought for $3!) so I’m going to guess that I’ll end up being just as harassed for hugs when I wear this one too. Thanks Joe!

I’m just gloating about how wonderful my friends are, really..

(via fuckyeahhappy)

I’m sick of this hair and all the hairdressers I wanted to go to are booked out for the next few WEEKS.

I’m going down to the shops now and buying myself some new clippers. The old ones were stolen when we got broken into over summer :(

There was a time when I used to think that sleep was a waste of time. Literally a third of my day is consumed by this crazy need for something called a restful sleep. I know that it was a time in my life when sleep didn’t come too easy. I often spent a large chunk of that 8 hours tossing. I can honestly say that I know how messed up I was feeling and it didn’t really make me terribly exciting to be around at that time. I wanted to do so much and felt overwhelmed by my basic bodily needs.

Stress has reached an all new lately. I do feel that overburdeny feeling of too much work - uni assignments, the ever morphing Youthline commitments, UniQ, my part time job, my hazy volunteer/paid work down at the uni’s support center, and 3 of my flatmates are all going through pretty turbulent relationship stuff. I’m now confronted by a new feeling of bleh. I know I feel stretched, I’m stressed, I’m sad, I’m emotionally tired but I just feel numb. Literally bleh.

I just don’t care and it feels like I’ve been cruising through the last 2 weeks on autopilot. Trundling away at work, trying really hard to ignore fucked up things that people are doing around me, showing up to my engagements with the last of my energy. I can honestly say that my life sucks right now and I’m looking forward to when it gets better. Not that I’m putting a deadline on when that shall happen.

At least for the moment I’m sleeping at night.

I live with 3 fine arts students and every week they come home bitching about how the ethos of most of their tutors are non-commercial, individualistic, originality. That just is so mundane, one of them is learning the art of jewellery-making. So essentially, her art is made to be sold, worn, loved. The second is learning the art of painting, and purely wants to do landscapes, beautiful watercolours and commissioned portraits. She’s been taught to stifle that aesthetic and replace it with what she calls ‘horrendous, crazy, fucked up shit’. They want her to be the next Alex Grey. His work, to me, fits that description perfectly. The final wants to do sculpture. Now she’s the only one out of the 3 that is following the teachings of the art school. She’s creating art out of junk, literally. She’s not alone in this. Almost all of the sculpture students do the whole create-art-out-of-stuff-from-the-dump-or-at-least-destined-for-the-dump. I just don’t get. Art is everywhere I look and if I can purchase it, give the artist some of my money (which I’d probably just spend on useless junk off the internet otherwise), so that they can carry on doing so, then why the hell does that make it any less wonderful?