Schtuff
So the ‘rents have buggered off to Greece, nice for them, nice for me cos I have the house all to myself. I can watch as much TV as I want without Mother saying “Naomi turn this crap off.” “What are you watching? Turn it off.” “What’s this American shit you’re watching Naomi.” “Naomi, you are a telly addict.” “Turn the TV off please.” “Naomi can you empty the dishwasher instead of watching that crap.” Arr I’d say that was the one annoying thing about our family. We have a nice big TV and a nice slice o’ Sky but I’m not allowed to watch it 90% of the time! Heh.
I’ve accumulated 3 bruises from last night, I fell UP the garden steps at Emma Poll’s house and did my shins in, so I got identical lumps on both my legs. (Note: I wasn’t actually pissed at that point. Slightly worrying.) Then I sat on the sofa later and I scraped my back on the hard framey bit, half carpet burn half bruise I’d say. I just couldn’t stop bangin into things, relatively annoying.
In other news, I’m hatching another plan, this time to write my very own comic mwahahaa, I just read this really good one and now I’m feeling all creative, I just need a good storyline. Something fantasy-ish. I will ponder a while. Â Â The major project’s going good, some more bits may be appearing on the Gallery soon. I’m worrying a bit that I’m going to run out of time, or I won’t have enough in my exhibition. Sure it’ll be ok though, just need to develop stuff quicker.
I suppose I’d better get back to le sketchbook then, be cool Â