Well I wouldn't call it the best birthday but I was born on that day. My family was going to come over but something happened and well they didn't happen to be there on my birthday. My housemate Clayton was gone, all alone on my birthday. Nothing happened...well except for my phone breaking the day before.
The highlight of my day was the everyday event of me staggering next door to the shop in my dressing gown to buy stuff, this time a newspaper.... which had nothing in it. I didn't even draw anything except for my mountainous pile of homework...I'm not sure if 'mountainous' is a word but it serves the purpose of this muddled raving. I'll have to post some of designs that I have to do for BA (Jewellery) that I am doing. I've been told my designs are strong

By Julie the design teacher.... the one person I am scared of. She has the final say in a design, that is scary. But what is truely terrifing apart from the fact I can't spell that word is in a second she can tear your designs apart and make something 100 times better in a flash.
So I'm poor, need a new phone, drowning in homework, and feel no different from when I was 19. And my classmates have agreed apon the theory that I don't think in English but in Gibberish. What a compliment!
That is my life
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I'll try to post some of designs for my course (jewellery) soon.
It's just that they have this policy that I can't post my designs to the end of the semester, I'll try and get some pictures of my designs to you as well.
The fact that I couldn't post my works has annoyed me for quite some time as it is a great big hole in my pieces.... a massive chunk.