MaybeThisTime

So, wow. I've practically scrapped half my gallery, all in one go. It was about time, too. Let me put it this way: If it's in scraps, it's either silly, disturbing, disgusting, weird or otherwise embarrassing. There are several reasons why I don't simply delete said deviations: 1: I don't want to lose all the comments. I really appreciate some of the thoughts that have been shared and discussed. 2: I don't want to act as if none of it happened. I really had my issues back then and I really was in need of an outlet of some kind. You see "perfect" galleries all the time these days, but don't think there's a single artist out there who didn'

If you ever reach a point in life where working at the theatre may seem a fairly good and chilled-out plan - don't do it. I've been working as a stage design assistant since October, and it's literally devouring a little bit of my soul every day. I easily spend 50+ hours per week (I've not had a Saturday off since I don't even know when) constructing models, cleaning the stage, hurrying around town, getting shouted at and inwardly cursing my guts out. I'm bruised and battered from tip to toe, I ache in places I've never consciously felt before, I've cut two fingertips off. Unpaid of course. And it's not as if I don't have other things to worr

I cut my hair off. I actually did. I don't know why I did it though, it's horrible. The mood just took me and I couldn't resist. Mum says I finally look like a decent person, but she's only seen a photo so far. At first I was rather proud of myself, then I opened my wardrobe and realised I can't cosplay Snape anymore. Epic failure. I wonder how long it's going to take for it to grow back. :tears: Good news is, I finally did the Harry Potter marathon. All eight movies, about nineteen hours. No wonder my brain's gone all topsy-turvy.