The Artist.

It’s taken a fair bit of commitment, but I’ve finally managed to turn off my Lost marathon (I’m just finishing season three, and am hoping to be caught up by the finale of season six) long enough to write and post this blog.
Now, I know that so far me and Mhairi haven’t proven to be the greeeattest ambassadors of completing challenges, but I have a fairly decent excuse. The last week, for me, has been absolutely mental. It’s been one of the most pivotal weeks of my life; I can’t remember so much happening in such a short space of time. This is the first day in a long time I just haven’t left the house, and to be honest, today I wouldn’t move for heaven and earth.
I deserve to be gross and unshowered and lazy for a day or two. After all, I did just leave secondary education all together and get a place in the Duncan of Jordanstone college – one of the most reputable art school’s in the UK.
Words don’t really cover how excited I am. The idea that I’m actually going to be a proper, real life art student doing a proper, real life art course… until I got the confirmation letter from UCAS and until I got sent accommodation applications, I was almost convinced someone had made a mistake. I got into Cardonald, my back up option, as well… but it was a cautionary stepping stone, in case I didn’t have a place anywhere this year.
As for Yesterday, I left secondary education forever. I wish it had been more of a monumental Troy and Gabriella song and dance affair, but I’ll make do with cruising around Lerwick with the people I’ve gotten to know over the last two years, eating donuts and feeling generally quite pleased with ourselves. I’ll miss them, I suppose. But I’ll keep in contact with the ones I care about the most, and that’s all that matters really.
As for the next week, eventually I’m going to scrape myself out of my lost coma and find a job. Jamie, my boif, found work this summer – so he might be coming home much earlier than I expected, which is good.
Now, I believe me and Sawyer have a date.