So things are actually picking for a change, and not dragging me down with the hidden undercurrent, yet.

Firstly I actually have a few pieces in the works, well planned anyway, and with a restock of that ever important white, I should be able to actually get on with something.

Jobness, yes, I've become a working scrub monkey, shelf stacker to be precise, but it pays suprisingly well for what it is so I have no real quarms other than mind numbing boredom and the ripe smell of tainted cat food....
this does of course mean even less time to go artwork, along with with desperately trying to see my girlfriend as much as possible, free time is a blessing.

UCAS stuff is sorted, or will be as of monday when I pay the fee, got to love the 'handling fee' the college charges for applying through them, but negate to tell you in advance, requiring a fresh cheque (the only form of currency they college accepts) from dear Mumsy (as I dont have a cheque book of my own, I believe they're phasing them out all together). Along with this my YINI application should be sorted as that also requires a reference, but a copy of the UCAS reference is perfectly acceptable. so nice high (ish) paid job for a year before Uni, meaning lots of saving for bricks-and-mortar soon after.

Between all this however, having gone from being extremely lazy to deciding to be very organised; and thusly no spare time, is driving me quite mad (either that or its the resulting lack of sleep from the workload. Nevertheless I am steadily succeeding in disturbing the entirety of people at college I know, roguhly working out at about a quarter of the entire student body. Not thats that is a bad thing however, but I fear this rate of fall in sanity and coherent conversation to be steady if not increasing... hell you could probably plot a graph from it.

I've also proved the "when it rains, it pours" scenrio, having waited a year to being accepted to a job, I've been contacted for an interview by two further firms in the mere three weeks I've been there.