As I expected there were hitches, but not insurmountable. There was quite a bit of running around: to the shop to get some blank CDs, and a pen to write on the damn thing. Note to self: any time the CD burner can't burn something onto a CD, chuck the blank CD.
One of the advantages of being in the turret room at the top of four flights of stairs is that I'm getting a bit of exercise. It has also helped to burn off my frustration with the situation.
It's not quite the end as I've got to get to college first thing, so I can set everything up and see what the presentations look like being projected large and together. At the moment, it's still a leap of faith. I can't see that it's all going to go horribly wrong, but you never can tell. Not that I'll be able to fix it if it's all gone Pete Tong. I don't do cables, wires, s-video leads or scarts. I can just about manage {play}
After I set up the presentations, I've then got to hot-foot it into work for the rest of the day. Which is just as well. Knowing that my Creative Practice tutors will be busy assessing it, I'd probably pace myself into the flat below.
I can't believe I'm actually done. As my gran used to say 'it's all over, bar the shouting'. Well, I suppose I'm not quite done yet. I've got to get the presentations set up tomorrow morning, I've promised to proof read the publication which I was Editor-in-Chief last year, we are hoping to launch it before we graduate on the 4th of July. The degree show is still pending, and the Creative Practice Tutor number 1, still wants me to print my images off and create a banner of sorts in the stairwell of Satan (nodding to Eddie Izzard). I've got to order Cap and Gown, and ask about photography etc. I still haven't completed my application for the MA and that really does need to be done sooner rather than later.
The more I think about how I want to spend my time, the more I want to work creatively and the MA certainly will give me more employment opportunities than the just the BA. I would like to start applying for funding to do artistic projects, that would way cool and those kind of opportunities definitely happen through the college.
Anyway, thanks for all your messages and texts. I really appreciated it. You guys rock! It occurred to me last night that the blog has now become a separate entity to my Creative Practice project and that now that is all done...what should I do with this space? Any ideas on what you'd particularly like to see on here? I mean besides pictures of topless babes and blokes. Seriously, let me know what you think, otherwise you're just going to keep getting more of my spontaneous outpourings and random rants and I wouldn't want you to get bored.
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Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Boing, boing
You might be wondering about the title of this post. Indeed. You might be thinking 'the woman's finally lost it'. You wouldn't be far wrong. It's official. I am a Stress Bunny.
It's not all bad. My poetry is due on Friday and it's all written, but for the 800 word critical appraisal. My prose is due on Monday and it needs some serious work doing to it. As in lose 630 words and re-write the ending. But at least I've got the weekend to do it. Boy has promised he'll ply me with coffee, won't complain when I'm going 'boing, boing, boing' around the flat and generally look the other way when I turn into Bitch from Hell.
Now all I need to do, is the work. What has amused me is that while there has been some stress and a bit of procrastination, generally speaking I've been writing regularly and doing my journeying project quite happily without the same level of OMG that the dissertation gave me. I might be going boing, but it's not a grrr...stress boing (if you see what I mean).
One thing I have noticed and I did say so to the God of Poetry at our last poetry tutorial, is that I no longer cringe when looking at my poetry. That is such a result. I could not bear my poetry before. While I wouldn't go so far as to call myself a poet, I'm not embarrassed by my attempts. That's got to be a step in the right direction. These 3 years have definitely been worth it.
It's not all bad. My poetry is due on Friday and it's all written, but for the 800 word critical appraisal. My prose is due on Monday and it needs some serious work doing to it. As in lose 630 words and re-write the ending. But at least I've got the weekend to do it. Boy has promised he'll ply me with coffee, won't complain when I'm going 'boing, boing, boing' around the flat and generally look the other way when I turn into Bitch from Hell.
Now all I need to do, is the work. What has amused me is that while there has been some stress and a bit of procrastination, generally speaking I've been writing regularly and doing my journeying project quite happily without the same level of OMG that the dissertation gave me. I might be going boing, but it's not a grrr...stress boing (if you see what I mean).
One thing I have noticed and I did say so to the God of Poetry at our last poetry tutorial, is that I no longer cringe when looking at my poetry. That is such a result. I could not bear my poetry before. While I wouldn't go so far as to call myself a poet, I'm not embarrassed by my attempts. That's got to be a step in the right direction. These 3 years have definitely been worth it.
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