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Wednesday, August 24, 2011
So I was thinking, with graduation looming, I should really start documenting events in an effort to preserve what is left of my high school life. Everyday I am confronted with this paradoxical mixture of joy and sadness which renders me emotionally worn at the end of the day… As much as I do live for the present/future, I’m still kind of attached to the past (Gwen Harwood, I can relate) which is rather tragic. But hey, everything’s good J
While I was cleaning out all my old books etc, I found my year 7/8 folder!!! (the black and red ribbon for those part of 7G). Goodness me, what was I thinking… “gothic” yes….. I might bring it tomorrow just for the kicks and wear my junior uniform while I’m at it. I’ll blend right in.
Speaking of which, the fact that I haven’t grown over the past 6 years is really troubling me. It’s like my DNA just decided to be a bitch and befriended the recessive short gene. I still remember at We the Kings/ The Maine when I was frantically jumping up and down in a desperate attempt to glimpse John Oh while this REALLY tall chick next to me was just standing there looking amused. SIGH.
What else have I been up to? Had a look at the German Art exhibition at the Gallery of NSW, which was really good! (would definitely recommend it) I only saw the 1st section due to my extreme lateness so I might pay another visit soon after one of the uni open days.
Hmm…I really want to do this thing where you have a MASSIVE blank canvas with paint-filled balloons suspended in front of it. Darts can be thrown to pop the balloons, which will imprint splashes of paint on the canvas. How savvy is that! (disregarding its potentially hazardous implications i.e. the subsequent laborious process of cleaning up & the toxic fumes of acrylic paint that will contaminate the room). I will then proceed to title it “The contortions of a metaphysical being, part II” or something ridiculous/postmodern like that, sell it to the Museum of Contemporary Art and retire at the ripe age of 20.
Very nice.
K THNX FOR READING BYE.
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Wednesday, August 24, 2011
So I was thinking, with graduation looming, I should really start documenting events in an effort to preserve what is left of my high school life. Everyday I am confronted with this paradoxical mixture of joy and sadness which renders me emotionally worn at the end of the day… As much as I do live for the present/future, I’m still kind of attached to the past (Gwen Harwood, I can relate) which is rather tragic. But hey, everything’s good J
While I was cleaning out all my old books etc, I found my year 7/8 folder!!! (the black and red ribbon for those part of 7G). Goodness me, what was I thinking… “gothic” yes….. I might bring it tomorrow just for the kicks and wear my junior uniform while I’m at it. I’ll blend right in.
Speaking of which, the fact that I haven’t grown over the past 6 years is really troubling me. It’s like my DNA just decided to be a bitch and befriended the recessive short gene. I still remember at We the Kings/ The Maine when I was frantically jumping up and down in a desperate attempt to glimpse John Oh while this REALLY tall chick next to me was just standing there looking amused. SIGH.
What else have I been up to? Had a look at the German Art exhibition at the Gallery of NSW, which was really good! (would definitely recommend it) I only saw the 1st section due to my extreme lateness so I might pay another visit soon after one of the uni open days.
Hmm…I really want to do this thing where you have a MASSIVE blank canvas with paint-filled balloons suspended in front of it. Darts can be thrown to pop the balloons, which will imprint splashes of paint on the canvas. How savvy is that! (disregarding its potentially hazardous implications i.e. the subsequent laborious process of cleaning up & the toxic fumes of acrylic paint that will contaminate the room). I will then proceed to title it “The contortions of a metaphysical being, part II” or something ridiculous/postmodern like that, sell it to the Museum of Contemporary Art and retire at the ripe age of 20.
Very nice.
K THNX FOR READING BYE.
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