I am at that wonderful stage of my life where I can order drinks and not get ID'd but can still get on the bus for child fare. I am so savouring it.


Adieu Robert Rauschenberg, by the way! You got me through 7th form Art History. Nice one.

Wow. This is going to be an interesting month (year?!).

Flat hunting at the mo, semi-job-hunting... In limbo, basically. Waiting for my Scholarship & exam results, waiting to hear if I got into the writing course I applied to. ([link] One of these. Normally they're for second-year students... I'm hoping they'll take pity!)

I met a man yesterday called Bernard. One of those wonderful old English fellows who are thoroughly eloquent and who you can't imagine holding a cellphone. One of the things he said that stuck with me was this: "Here, if you do a degree in Classics or anything artistic like that, you're looked down on a bit. People say, "Oh, what are you going to do with that?" Whereas in England a Classics scholar is regarded as the cream of academia."

This kind of highlighted to me the utterly provincial attitude of New Zealand. And reassured me as well: I mean, people here make rude comments about arts students all the time. Pack of poofs, dole bludgers, that type of thing. But it's not like that everywhere else.

Besides, I have an absolute horror of accountancy. And accountants. What a waste of a person!



It's very sunny here. Later, we're going to get out the paddling pool and have a few glasses of champagne in the evening sun.

Arrivederci

Hey kids. What's new? Glandular fever sucks a fuck (that's mono for all you yanks, but it's shitty in any language) and I dropped out of my Design portfolio, which is awesome. I was on a kind of high for two days afterwards, maybe due to the very sudden lack of stress, more likely due to the fact that I'm on eight Panadol a day.

Better rustle up something before I apply to uni next year though (oh, did I mention, I'm taking a gap year and learning how to write again with Mr. Bill Manhire?). I'm thinking of concentrating on photography for a while.

Speaking of photography, I came across a photographer recently (wonderful story that one) called Bryan Schutmaat, here's his flickr: [link]
Amazing stuff, don't you think?

Aaaaahhhh, two days of school left, four days of being 17, and nine days before my exams start. Wow.

So currently I'm writing happily away about trannies and how they inspire me, and the resident bitch for the remaining Design students (ever tried carrying 7 coffees up a rocky hill? I have). Life is great!

Hey kids. As it turns out, I've got glandular fever - NICE ONE, GOD - and my exams are in oh, two weeks or so. And I don't even get drugs! Come on.

Oh yeah and I still haven't pretty much started my design portfolio, which, oh yes, is due in five days. Awesome.

I'm allergic to cow gum!

And my hands are, therefore, stunning.