So I was re-reading his blog [it is so. INTERESTING. Oh my God I knew there was a reason I was in love with this person. I'd copy the paragraph out but I can't... it's not mine, and well quite frankly I feel a bit like a stalker as it is] and one line, "I made a video in first year art school..." Okay. So that in itself? No big deal. BUT. I had brought me to the realisation that I haven't done anything in first year art school. Arghhhgdjhgfhdskjhfkjdshkfjhdskjhf. I hate realisations like this! What have I done all year? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! Oh God, I still haven't finished this ESSAY. But I haven't done any work that has any meaning, to be more precise I haven't done any work... there has been barely any studio time... blah blah blah I feel like crap. But the underlying feeling is good, to be honest, because I still really like that paragraph. It's really interesting! Maybe I just like the way he writes, maybe I'm still glowing from certain feelings... I just like that piece of writing. It's just a description of, well, a first year art project that went pear shaped when his father walked in the room. But for some reason I CAN'T STOP READING IT. It's funny!! Well I'm laughing at it anyway. Look I am in now. I just want to know everything about him, I'm intrigued, that's it. That's all there is to it. And I'm too scared to do the essay because I don't think it will be any good. But that really doesn't matter. I should just finish it and be done. My friends would be so proud... The final deadline is 3pm Friday anyway. One day left. I wish I didn't have to work on Friday morning! But then again if that was the case, I would have done it 3 weeks ago. I am never going to be able to look at this man the same way again. For an hour on Friday I will look at him, stare, think, but I won't be able to contribute. I just can't believe he caught all that on video.