I haven't done anything with my abundance of free time so far. Iain and I have thrown out about eight thousand bin bags full of stuff from the flat though - we can see carpet! - so that's good. There's still some way to go to making it acceptable, but my goodness it feels good to be free of some of the clutter.

I got pretty emo the other day at my parents' house. I went to my sister's room (which we used to share), and most of my stuff has been shoved haphazardly into boxes (along with random crap and rubbish, it seems) and piled into the cupboard. Except my DVDs and CDs and some arty stuff and things, which are picked through at Ben and Kirsty's will, without asking or even notifying me.

I never really "moved out". Not officially. I didn't do a day of packing up my stuff and carting it across the city. I just sort of stayed at Iain's flat a lot, and then lived there without really realising. I sometimes feel like I'm just trying to fit around Iain's stuff, like I'm imposing or something.

I understand that Kirsty wants to use the bedroom in whatever way she wants to use it, but I really don't appreciate that my stuff is totally disregarded. One day I got a text message from her saying, "By the way, I took apart your bed." even though I was told they wouldn't do it yet, because they wanted me to always have a bed to come back to. Most of my stuff was on or under my bed, so where is it now? I don't know. Probably stuffed in the cupboard, possibly broken, hopefully not binned. I feel like my things are disregarded, used and picked at without any concern that they are mine - if you ask, I'm not going to say no without a really good reason, so at least have some manners and ask if you can use something that's mine!

Just because I don't live there any more doesn't make my stuff any less mine.

So out of spite I have bought a couple of plastic boxes from my work, and I am going to go home, kick Kirsty out of the bedroom for a while, and pack up anything that I want, and will tape the boxes shut. It might take a few weeks before I can fit the boxes into the flat, but I will find a way eventually. I'm actually kind of resenting them for all of this emo that I'm spewing, which makes me feel bad, because I know they aren't purposefully trying to upset me with it all. I just hate going home and finding something else of mine used and broken - my Sally mug, which was a birthday present, which they don't do any more; my oil paints which I'd never opened, and the easel that was saved for me from my gran's house when she died, which I'd never used, which had lovely old paint stains on; scratched DVDs; posed and propped-open books. It makes me so angry.

If I'd been told that my bed was being dismantled and they wanted my stuff tidied away, I would have gone and done it myself. If they'd actually put some thought into putting my things into boxes and stacking them in the cupboard, or put them in the loft, that would have been fine, because there would at least have been some consideration there.
It also annoys me the way my sister is using the room - she had two TVs plugged in at once, so I couldn't use the lamp to have a look in the cupboard for a pair of trainers I had once (which is how I found out the sorry state of my possessions). That really, really annoyed me.
I would never, ever have been allowed a TV in my room - and what's more, I didn't want one. Until I got an old small one from an uncle or cousin or something to use with my PlayStation (which I kept out in the hall anyway, so that everyone could use it).

It's not even all my priceless, worldly possessions either - I don't have anything superawesome and spectacular, and obviously everything I need for everyday stuff is already in the flat. It's DVDs and CDs and books - my books! - and art stuff and things I've been given as presents. It's making me feel like I can't leave anything there any more, like it isn't home any more, and that's made me really, really sad.

It's just... they've said it's fine that I have stuff at home, because this flat is small, and Iain and I have enough stuff for two people each, but it mustn't be fine if you're struggling to get it all out of the way?

I'm really feeling the not having a bursary any more. I know I should ask for more hours, weekday hours, at work, but I haven't been able to bring myself to. I was meant to do 9am to 5pm on Saturday, which was nice, but it was dead quiet, so I got chucked out at 1pm. Which at the time was also nice, but it does just take me down to my minimum of eight hours per week, which isn't an awful lot. And there are no jobs going around here really, and I don't deal with change well, and this is at least a job, and a consistent one, where I know (mostly) where I am and what to do.

I also felt emo at the lack of LJ comments, but I haven't been saying anything that can really be commented on, haha. Also, I never comment on anyone's stuff any more either, so that's quite hypocritical of me.
I think I just need to grow up and stop being so stupid.

June is over, and I suppose I am glad. I don't have anything against June in particular, but this one hasn't been spectacular.
The death in the family I mentioned a few weeks ago was Iain's dad. It's still quite a surreal thing to say, and I feel weird talking about it. It's not news that we've exactly spread around; I've told a few friends, and really only because they texted (real word?) me "how're you?"s at the time, and I kind of dumped the news on them. It feels like this isn't my news to tell, and so I'm sort of conflicted with myself about even LJing this. But Iain says he doesn't mind if I do. I suppose I just feel wary of seeming disrespectful or something.
After hearing the news (at 2am) we headed straight to the family in Dalgety Bay. At a more decent hour, we (Iain) drove to Doncaster, where Phil had been staying. I feel so awful, because for these three weeks Iain did nothing but have to deal with horrible stuff and drive people places. I wish I could drive, to be able to give him a break once in a while. Those three weeks were filled with driving back and forth between Dundee, Dalgety Bay, Edinburgh, Durham, and Doncaster. That's quite a lot of miles, and several hours on the road.

We went straight to Doncaster Royal Infirmary that day, and it was awful and heart wrenching and something I don't think you can really forget.

And I've never felt so useless in my whole life, I swear to god. I mean, what can you do in that situation, apart from hold hands and rub shoulders and drink cups of tea and crack slightly inappropriate jokes because it's the only thing you know how to do? I felt it certainly wasn't my place to go raking through Phil's possessions, so really I didn't make much use of myself in packing up the house in Doncaster.

Most of last month is kind of a blur, actually. All those empty days have kind of joined together, and I have no idea where June went.
We did go to Alton Towers though, as it was / would have been Phil's birthday on the 17th, so we went to celebrate that. A few weeks before I had told Iain he'd never get me near Alton Towers because it was my idea of hell, and then there goes me, on all the big scary rides, and I loved it. It was a fitting day, I think.

What with the Being a Good Girlfriend, I missed the last two weeks or so of college. I don't care about that (any excuse to skive off, right?), even though Iain kept telling me that it was important and I shouldn't miss the end of the year. Seriously - what in the world could have been more important than being with him at that moment in time?! Stupid boy. Apparently some of my work was put in the show, and my friends otherHannah and Genna collected all the work of mine they could find, and are keeping it in Genna's car for me, which is much appreciated.

Speaking of Genna and otherHannah, I spent last Wednesday with them, and it was brilliant. Genna picked me up at 10:30, and we went to otherHannah's house in Blairgowrie, which is ridiculous! The house, I mean, not Blair. Just when I thought I'd seen it all, there was an extra set of stairs connected to an extra room. Also, she has three dogs, a black Labrador, a Jack Russell, a TINY FACE-LICKY JACK RUSSELL PUPPY OMG CUTE, and a Siamese cat, who is very loud. I loved it.
We went around the shops in Blair, including the shooty hunty shops, and then spent an absolute fortune in Tesco on a picnic feast, which we ate down by the river. We had a stupidly long walk along the river and through some foresty bits, and skimmed stones and ate strawberries and cream and it was lovely. I came (at 23:30) home with awesome sunburn which felt much worse than the picture makes it look. It was such a good, much-needed day. I can't wait to do it again.

Well... I was invited over again to stay tonight and "do an arty farty photo shoot" (which I think boils down to amateur goff porn, because otherHannah is forever talking about boobs), but I have to be in for the boiler man on Thursday (cancelled and rearranged) and I have the Period of Doom, so kind of want to be able to curl up in my own bed instead of on someone else's floor.

Iain and I went on a sort-of-date on Saturday after I finished work. We went to Jahangir, a nice Indian place in town. The decor is seventies-tastic, but the food is good. We've never really done the eating out at a restaurant thing without a proper grown up around, so it was weird, but actually really lovely.
Then we went to Temple Lane, which is somewhere I actually really like. I bumped into my friend Erin from college last year, and I felt like an absolute skank because everyone there was all dressed up for a Saturday night out and I was in jeans and a tshirt and my hair was a frizzy mess because all after work all I got to do was shower, mostly blow dry, then go.
I had a really nice drink, called a Melonade. I think it had rum, Midori, and lemonade in, but I could be wrong about the rum part. It was verreh nice (which leads me to think it didn't have rum in it), but I wasn't really expecting to go out for drinks, so I wasn't in a good mindset for it, so I kind of ruined it after that point.
I rescued a girl from going dancing with her dress all tucked into her tights, and stole liberated a glass that had been left in the toilet.

Being back at work is crap, as ever. I think they've gotten into trouble with Trading Standards over the fiery sun temperature again, because they've rented these big fuckoff fans for the fitting rooms and behind the tills. They're nice to stand beside though.

I've done absolutely nothing with my free time so far, so I'm feeling kind of poopy.
Today I've mostly been lamenting my fatness, and thinking of tattoos... and very nearly spending every single penny to my name at Etsy.com (but refraining), the pile of beautiful bastards!

Also, True Blood is good. I've started the fourth Sookie Stackhouse book (I had to learn to read and turn pages one-handed, because Iain fell asleep the other night holding my hand.) and every one so far has been good also.

I don't know. I had more to talk about, but there you go.

It's been a very surreal, awful week. There was a death in the family last week, and I'm not sure how people would feel about me bandying it about the internet, so I think I'll leave it at that. He was a good man, and I liked him very much.

Since I've been away for a week, and will probably be away for another, please let me know what's going on with you guys. Keep me updated!

I survived a disgustingly sweaty, un-air-conditioned shift at work yesterday, but felt absolutely crap all day because I seem to have managed to catch a nasty cold. For goodness sake - a cold, in this weather! It's lovely outside, and here I am sneezing my cotton-wool head off with a dusty throat and chest and rumbly tummy. So I've stayed at home instead of going to college this afternoon, because I couldn't even drag myself out of bed until 11:30, and I still haven't psyched myself up to having a shower yet. I really do want to go; my attendance has been really good over the last few weeks, making a change from the rest of the year, but I just can't face it. I feel pretty awful.

After work I used one of my 'yearly bonus' Matalan gift vouchers to buy a pair of sandals, because I'm tired of my feet always being closed up in Converse or Etnies. I'd had my eye on the least-beaded, least-tacky pair they had, and I wanted the black ones but they only had those left in size 8. I quite like the brown ones now that I have them though. I'm considering pulling the embellishments off them, but don't know if I can be bothered.

After work (which was, I reiterate, disgusting) I got changed into a skirt and top I bought after work yesterday (New Look vouchers from Christmas - yay free money! I also got a new pair of work trousers, and only spent about £12 of actual money!) and my new sandals, and Iain and I went for a walk up to the Swanny Ponds to catch some rays and visit the baby swans my friend Darrell told me about last week. It was really lovely, because by that time (5pm-ish) there was a bit of a breeze so it wasn't really clingy heat, and, well, cygnets are always adorable. Until you get hissed at by their daddy.

( Photographs, hayooj (all 1024x768, all ducks & swans). )

Then Iain and I walked through / sat in Baxter Park for a while, and it was really nice. I showed Iain how I spent my childhood sunny days: ( hunting for double-headed daisies. )

But now I feel all ill again. :(

I feel like I haven't used my computer in ages. I spent the last week or so carting all of my college work around with me, from college straight to my mum and dad's house to get more work done, and back to the flat again to sleep, and back to college again. It's been a bloody slog, but at least I have guns now from carrying all that shit around. Or not.

I went out for a bit for Darrell's birthday on Saturday night, but I was home at 11pm because I had work all day on Sunday - how sad. It was nice for that while though. I didn't know anybody else there, but I felt all included when Cheryl bitched out the bar staff for not serving me. "Oh, apparently you have to ask to get served at this bar, how chic."

I feel quite bad because Iain and I have basically eaten for free at my parents' house for about a week and a half, but I guess that's what parents are for or something. It's been nice spending more time at home, but it's also pretty tiring. They do have a hell of a lot more space than here in the flat though; I was able to spread out all my work and put it in paper folders for each class and things, which was good.

Our assessment day was meant to be Tuesday, but they only got around to doing one girl's work from our class, so everyone else had to wait until Wednesday. I got my feedback on Thursday afternoon, when I stayed late (we only have class on Thursday morning) to do extra mixed media work. He told me it was over all good. He mentioned two classes for which I have to do more work, mixed media and developmental studies. I imagine that this means these are the only two things I need to focus on completing right now, but I'm not sure. He never mentioned the words "pass" or "fail" so... I guess so. It's kind of all over the place, and nobody seems to know anything about anything, which is very annoying. It looks like a couple of my pieces of work have been stolen away by them, though, and put in a pile of stuff-what-might-go-into-the-show, so that's nice I guess. I think they've left my best bits behind though, but whatever.

I'd really like to go to the Duncan of Jordanstone degree show. I've never been to one before; my mum and I always plan on going and never get around so it. It's on until the 6th of June, so maybe Iain will come with me, or maybe some of the college girls will want to go together. It's not actually in the university this year, where I thought it had always been, so I'll have to find out exactly where "the Vision building" is and how to get there. I'm pretty sure it's as simple as going down some steps off the Perth Road, and past Sensations, but we'll see.

I've completed my English class now. Both my essays passed with the first draft, and the thing I finished today passed first time as well. "Anyone who mentions existentialism is going to pass." he said, which was funny. He says I could totally have passed the Higher. Good to know now, eh? I'm obviously really really clever. This all means something amazing - Fridays off! I understand that there's only like two weeks left of the course, but whatever. I have Fridays off again!

So this is the first day in about two weeks that I've just come back to the flat after college instead of going to my parents' house. It is so nice. I'm just flumping on the couch with my laptop and a packet of crisps and some music and Ricki Lake muted on the telly and it's all good. We do, of course, have to go to Tesco and buy actual food tonight since the food we do have is now out of date because we haven't eaten it because my mum's been feeding us, but that's okay.

We're back in the money now anyway; Iain got paid on Wednesday and I got my last bursary installment today (I only got about half of it because of less-than-stellar attendance a few weeks ago, but I don't agree that I've been off quite that much) and I get paid on Tuesday, which should contain a wee bit of overtime. We both managed to spend too much money on shite this month, so things have been a bit tense, but it'll be better from now on.

Iain and I had a bit of a bargy over a Tesco bag yesterday. I was totally stressing out yesterday morning trying to wrangle all my college stuff together in a way I could carry it without killing myself and other people. I threw a giant hissy fit at myself and dumped it all out of my broken backpack, dumped the contents of a Tesco canvas bag for life thing onto Iain's computer chair, and used that bag. I left the majority of my stuff in the flat anyway out of spite, but my lovely friend Darrell drove me back at lunch time to collect it all so I could stay late and do much-needed extra work. Anyway, Iain was pissed at me because the bag of tat was actually his bag of tat that he was "going to sort through." I almost blew up at him with an "It's been there for a year and you haven't even looked inside it - can't be that bloody important!" but instead I holed myself up in the bedroom and played Pokémon Diamond on his DS (because I can't find the charger for my vastly superior pink one). Didn't stop me from emptying my stuff from the bag onto the bed in spite and throwing it (the bag, not my stuff) at him though. All these new Pokémon are crap! Whatever happened to Pikachu and Charizard and Psyduck and all that shit?! I must have fallen asleep in my clothes somewhere around 11pm, and he came and woke me up at twenty-to-two(!) which I was annoyed about, but I guess I should be grateful because otherwise I would have just slept in my clothes all night, which feels disgusting.
Anyway, I was a good half an hour late for college this morning, but I don't care; that's what they get for taking away my free Fridays!

So I've done no arty work today, but I don't care. It's all I've done for two weeks, and I don't think one day will do too much harm. It'll all get done next week.

My baby brother phoned me at around 11pm on Saturday. He was wasted drunk. I was so proud.

I just totally sliced my left index finger open with scissors whilst trying to make holes in a plush's face to put eyes in. I feel so clever. It was pretty deep, and it's still bleeding. Iain's just finished work and is going to Tesco, so he's going to buy plasters because I'm rapidly bleeding through my wad of kitchen paper. Feels like my finger's about to fall off. LiveJournaling to distract myself.
Then we're out to eat this evening with his parents.

I have no idea how to crochet, but this is what happened when I tried last night.
Also, I seem to have forgotten how to make my camera work at all; I just took about a thousand bad pictures of this, and couldn't make it focus at all.

I found my DS the other day. Now I just need the charger.

Today I am mostly freaking right the fuck out about money. It makes me an incredibly boring person, I'm sure. But I am really, really worrying over money stuff. It was only payday on Tuesday, and I got my bursary on the Friday before, but it's mostly gone now. Seeing as how I've already been absent an awful lot since bursaryday, I highly doubt I'll be getting the next installment. I think I'm going to return that dress I got in H&M.
My swimming costume came, but I think I'll be returning that as well. It's nice, and it kind of fits, but I just don't like it. There's no boob support, and mine are saggy enough as it is without a swimming costume flattening them down to my stomach. I wouldn't feel comfortable in it at all.

The other day, instead of doing any actual work, I got crafty experimented with image transfers. I'm really surprisingly pleased with how they came out. I made a transfer on to card of one of my favourite photos of me and Iain - I had it pre-printed out from a couple of months ago when I was doing other stuff. Then I drew over the lines with a brown fine-liner. Then I stuck on a couple of hearts I got from trying out my new, DCA-bought heart-shaped hole punch. It's stupidly simple, but I'm dead pleased with how it came out, especially from just playing about. Here.

( Then I put it in the most ridiculous frame I've ever seen. )

When I was making my way to the doctors' surgery, this lady in front of me looked around with a smile, and as soon as she realised I was walking behind her she stopped dead and started screaming at me in words that weren't English. She looked so hateful, I actually thought for a second that she was going to hit me. Luckily it was only about three seconds away from the surgery's doors, so I managed to walk straight past her and go inside. I was so shocked, though, that I almost felt like crying or something.

My prescription hadn't been done yet, so I ended up waiting for it for half an hour. After being told on Tuesday to come in on Wednesday, and told on Wednesday to come in today, only for it not to be done yet (although they were aware of its existence this time), I was a bit annoyed.

Then the pharmacy was really busy, so I wandered up to the post box to send Guy Who Doesn't Live Here's post back to where ever it came from, and put some money on the gas card, and eventually got my sweet, precious drugs.

Okay. So it's been a bad week, college-wise. I had been really horrible to be around over the bank holiday weekend, and was still feeling pretty crap and like-a-junkie on Tuesday, so instead of going to college I stayed snuggled in bed with Iain for a bit, as he had taken the day off work (I assume to get away from me, as well as work, haha). He did the dutiful boyfriend thing of telling me to go, of bribery, of wheedling and offering to drive me now or take me up after lunch, but I wasn't having any of it. We ended up going into town, and I spent a shitload of money that I now feel guilty about. I took £30 out at a cash machine, which is now mostly gone (on lunches, a DCA shop haul, a Rockhaven haul), spent £28 on a bra in Debenhams (it actually fits, sweet Jesus!) spent £38 in H&M (3 much-needed t-shirts and a dress which I thought was £12.99 but was actually £24.99 so I might take it back because I liked it in the fitting room, but not £25 worth of like (especially when I don't wear dresses) - I might try it on again and post a photo for your judgement), bought Lomo photo clips and a heart-shaped hole punch in the DCA shop (even though I don't have a Lomo camera yet, and don't particularly need a heart-shaped hole punch), and bought a cheap (in monetary value and quality) green sewing kit and 4 skeins of embroidery thread in black, greys, and red in Rockhaven.
I guess I took the fact that it was payday on Tuesday to heart there. Still fairly unconvinced on the dress. I still have to pay Iain back for a swimming costume and undies order he made - it seems like we've decided to take up swimming or something, or at least just go once in a while. I hope the costume I ordered fits - it seems kind of hit-or-miss there, like you'd really have to try one on rather than go by numbers.

Like I posted before, I also picked up my new phone - a Nokia E71, and it is lovely. I've got it on a £20-a-month plan, with unlimited 3-to-3 calls, internet, texts, and email, and 200 other-network minutes. And free Skype-to-Skype calls, which... isn't Skype free anyway? The keyboard is much easier to manoeuvre than I'd expected, and it's lovely and shiny. The camera is kind of rubbish compared to the Viewty (RIP) but... we can't have everything, I guess.

We popped into the bank to do some stuff, and the lady who was talking to Iain kept making sure that I was included, that I knew what was going on, like I'm an actual grown-up or something. It was scary.

Anyway, I'm not in college today either, because we went to see Star Trek at midnight last night, and I would much rather have slept than leave the house. I was wary of Star Trek - it could have been really good, or really awful. I thought it was really, really good. I was so pleased that there was a green lady! I'm still not entirely convinced of the merits of midnight showings when you're a proper grown-up, but I guess there's only a very few specific films that would be worthy of hauling my ass out at that time of night, so it's not really going to be an issue.

I did go to college yesterday though. What an accomplishment. I mostly did absolutely nothing in the morning, and then a wee bit of weaving in the afternoon. (Proof.) I think it's going to be a cuff or bracelet-thing or something. I started knitting another cuff out of some of my recycled sari silk yarn yesterday, and took a scrap of it and a crochet hook to the cinema with me to try to make a button-type-thing during the trailers, but that idea kind of fell flat on its ass when I remembered that I have no understanding of crochet whatsoever.
I took in Curly to show otherHanah and Marcelle. Marcelle went on about how right now, he's just a toy. I'd have to do something extra to make him an 'art doll' or puppet or something. Think of it like Gremlins, she said - if that was just a film about cute little fuzzy things, it wouldn't have been too great, but because it's about cute little fuzzy things that can't be fed after midnight or else they'll fuck your shit up -- that's something extra that makes it interesting. Or something. Who knows.

I am annoyed at my doctors' surgery. I handed in a prescription request thing on Thursday afternoon and, allowing for the bank holiday, went to pick it up on Tuesday. They didn't have it for me, and the receptionist barked that they "can't just print it out for you, it had to go through a doctor, and that takes three days. It should be done tomorrow." So I went to pick it up yesterday. They didn't have it. Couldn't find it at all. This second receptionist wrote it all out for me again, and 'rushed' it, so it should be ready for me today. I guess I'll go out in an hour or so and see. I get the feeling that the first receptionist was just lying to get rid of me or something. Ugh.

I've been reading a lot of blogs - crafty blogs in particular - and... I just want to be these people.
Oh yeah - I seem to have lost my issue #6 of Craft magazine, and replaced it with a second issue #8. How does that even happen?!

Today was meant to be a catch-up day at college, where we could take in any work that needs finished. I need to finish almost everything. I can't even find my pencil case. This is tragic. I am failing.

I picked up a Nokia E71 today. It does far more things than I will ever use it for, but it's quite nice-looking. And cheaper (by about £3) per month than what I'm already paying, I'm pretty sure. And Iain likes having some new buttons to press, so that's nice.

My doctor's office still didn't have my prescription written yet, even though I handed in the piece of paper on Thursday. Yeah, yeah, bank holidays and all that. That's not the point though, is it.

I ran out of my antidepressants a few days ago, and I feel like a total junkie or something. I think I'm having withdrawal symptoms. You know when you get heart palpitations - well, I keep getting that feeling, but through my whole body. It's very off-putting.
It also explains why I've locked myself up in bed for a couple hours and cried myself into an hour-long nap yesterday evening and this afternoon. I've made Iain's bank holiday weekend thoroughly unenjoyable. I'm a good girlfriend.

I kind of skived college on Friday morning. I still don't have that essay entirely finished - he stopped me writing mid-sentence, so I was totally put off when trying to start again, so have had to stop and rewrite lots of it. I met up with my friend otherHannah in the afternoon though, and it was really nice. We had McDonald's for lunch even though I had one for tea on Thursday night (fatty fat fat fat!) and we totally embarrassed a lady in Ann Summerd - we were hanging around the vibrators and 'more hardcore-y stuff' having a giggle, and this lady kept looking over as if she wanted a poke at the vibes, but was too embarrassed because we were there. Or something. We had the lolz.
I bought an arseload (wanted half a metre, but there was only 95cm left, so I got all of it for the price of a 3/4 metre) of furry fabric in Zenova, and some toy eyes. Because I'm made of money or something - well, I guess it only cost £15 or so all together.

I got into a very bad mood on Saturday after work, so I probably shouldn't talk about that much. I'm also in a pretty crappy mood right now, so I should just cut this post short.

Before I do, though, ( meet Curly. )

It's only half past two in the afternoon, and I'm already knackered. Instead of going to class today, we were to meet at the DCA at 9am. Apparently there was a plan to maybe look at an exhibition there, and do some drawings around the city centre or something? I have no idea. Anyway, whatever the plan was went out the window, because the exhibition didn't open until 10:30am and I don't think Ossie thought it was very good anyway. We couldn't really do any outside work because the weather decided it wasn't spring/summer any more, and it rained any time we stepped outside. My feet got wet because I wore stupid baggy jeans that soaked up all puddles in sight.
We ended up going to a couple of university buildings to look at paintings and artworks and things; Bonar Hall and the tower gallery or something? Both buildings were very heated, so I've spent most of the day pulling my hoodie off, and then pulling it back on again when we stepped back out into the rain. Ossie decided to take us up the Hawkhill area to nosey around the WASPS studios there, and the recycling centre. The studios were actually very interesting - the kind of place I'd want to hole myself up for a while and just gape at what's on the walls. I love seeing peoples' working spaces, and the process that goes into making finished pieces. I love the mess - organised chaos, if you will. Ossie must have known the people working in a couple of studios, because he just knocked on doors and asked if we'd be allowed in to ogle for a bit. It was pretty great.
The recycling centre was cool too, albeit rather dingy, but I didn't see the fabric-y bit. That bit sounds ace. After that, for some reason he took us to Riptide, with a whisper of "Right, just pretend yous're music students." It was... cool enough, but not the most interesting part of the day.
I think we're supposed to be going out again next Thursday, and doing some work regardless of the weather. Wear proper shoes, you girls, not those slipper-lookin' things you're wearing, and bring umbrellas and an A3 sketchbook, and any materials you like. Oh, okay. So basically, I carried around all my stuff all day for nothing, not that I'm bitter about it or anything.

Then I walked otherHannah to her bus stop and headed to Rockhaven where spent more money than I was supposed to ("a couple of quid" ≠ £10.52, but there we go). And I want to go back tomorrow to get the stuff that I left behind because it would have been silly to buy that too, of course. Pretties! I also want to go to my work and pick up a wee picture frame that I can use as a weaving frame thing. It'll be awesome. I also want to go to the Three shop, because I kind of want a new phone just because I can get one. I do like my phone though. Hmm.
I guess I'll be back in town tomorrow after college then.

I bumped into my friend Kate and her friend Adele, then I met Iain who had gone into town on his lunch break to see the bank and landlordpeople, then we bumped into Malcolm and Rob in Subway, then my friend Kim, and then Iain dropped me off at home on his way back to work because I was a bit worn out from walking miles and miles and miles and trying to keep up with super-fast Ossie all morning.

Now I guess I'll try finishing this essay that needs done for tomorrow, and maybe put my wet jeans back on and go buy myself sweeties or something, because there's nothing worth eating in the flat right now.

Oh, I never mentioned - I got my blood donor card thing through the post the other day. Apparently my blood type is A+, which is nice I guess. At lest I know now.
And I've got an interview on May 19th for the HNC Textiles college course I've applied for for next year. Yay?

I'm running out of eyelashes.

I did a naughty thing. I went to the pet shop on Dock Street and played with baby rats. One tried to crawl up my sleeve. They were all utterly adorable and I want them.