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Aug. 2nd, 2006 12:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fightingthecageI'm trying to write things and FAILING UTTERLY and have about a million things to do tomorrow but can't because I'm off making my reparations to society or whatever and BLAH BLAH BLAH!
I bought pastels today that I have no idea how to use but I had great fun making a big mess with them anyway. Also, some kind of shading tool - again, I'm not sure if its for paint or what but it's heaps of glee anyway.
Fucking hell. Hamlet.
Lugging computer across town took over an hour and I had todrag my ass across a bridge in a blowing gale because I didn't know where the bus stop was and missed it. But the view down the river (estuary?) was very pretty. Still, I have marks on my shoulder where the bag cut into me. Whatever.
I have to sleep. Community service is in a charity shop - could be a lot worse. Though it means I will be working eight hours a day even on my days off. *sigh* Still, has to be done and its no one elses fault.
Screw this, I'm going to bed. Writing is not happening.
Also though - WTF weather? From a blistering heatwave for two or three weeks, I had to go out with jacket and hat on today because it was so rainy and cold and yuk. Typical British summer in fact but the question still remains...wtf?
*falls into bed*
I bought pastels today that I have no idea how to use but I had great fun making a big mess with them anyway. Also, some kind of shading tool - again, I'm not sure if its for paint or what but it's heaps of glee anyway.
Fucking hell. Hamlet.
Lugging computer across town took over an hour and I had todrag my ass across a bridge in a blowing gale because I didn't know where the bus stop was and missed it. But the view down the river (estuary?) was very pretty. Still, I have marks on my shoulder where the bag cut into me. Whatever.
I have to sleep. Community service is in a charity shop - could be a lot worse. Though it means I will be working eight hours a day even on my days off. *sigh* Still, has to be done and its no one elses fault.
Screw this, I'm going to bed. Writing is not happening.
Also though - WTF weather? From a blistering heatwave for two or three weeks, I had to go out with jacket and hat on today because it was so rainy and cold and yuk. Typical British summer in fact but the question still remains...wtf?
*falls into bed*
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Date: 2006-08-02 02:38 am (UTC)Try reading Hamlet while pretending the actors are all made out of Spam? Because a very dear friend of mine suffered a terrible break down during her senior year of High School (Grade 12) and actually cut out the entire play, Hamelt, as Spam dioramas.
Then, for a report, performed Spamlet.