What oh what oh what to do.
I have officially applied to OCAD.
My stomach is churning. I feel sick.
I feel like crying, like panicking, like, like, like..
I'm going to pass out if I can't get my mind to operate correctly.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT THIS MEANS?
I think I only just figured it out now.
I NEED 12 PIECES BY..
Well, by whenever they arrange a damn interview!
...interview. I need to do an interview.
Oh lordy lord.
Lord.
God.
Goddess.
Ra.
Anubis.
Whomever I am speaking to.
Please don't let this be the end.

Basically it means I have to get off my ass and take some photos. Do some paintings. Teach myself to DRAW.

NO MORE EXCUSES -angry face-
I've arranged to go downtown with my good friend Joel on Thursday.
Should be fun! ;D
I'm thinking of buying a Holga while I'm down there too.
They're sexy beasts.

The Canon is in the shop.
I broke it, again.
I'm pro, what can I say?



Happy New Year.
Sorry this is so long and rambly, I just didn't quite realize how frightened I was of art school until this very moment.
Go figure.