Friday, July 16
Today was the last day of the class. I finally don't have to get up at 8am any more - yey! I had trouble with my final self portrait. None of my features would work properly and I ended up making myself look like a monkey. I compared it to Monday's picture, and the difference was huge, though not as big as it had been after the last course. I had reverted back to my old ways of drawing I'm sad to say. After the class I was feeling sad, nothing to do any more, and my brain has cultivated a small obsession with Andy (the tutor) these past few days. It'll latch on to anyone who shows me a bit of attention, it's terrible. I should see him at
Unity Day though, and hopefully by then I won't be pining after him anymore. I know I'm desperate, but I think a one-armed, moustached parent who's twice my age is taking the piss a bit. We'll see. In other news, Rory's coming over on Wednesday and Ed on Sunday after he's been to a party in Manchester. Hurray for three-way hugging!
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