Good News For Bad Reviews.

That was the title of my first ever art show. Foundation degrees definitely count as an art show, before you ask. Casting my mind back I'm a total genius. Spending 12 weeks meticulously planning and executing paintings on 12" vinyl then hiding them in a 1950's cabinet is a very clever thing to do. Of course it was rather a fluke, simply a way of showing my work in a less than obvious way, and certainly not an artistic statement.

Back to the present day, I got my result for semester one back the other day and I must say I'm pretty pleased with myself. For someone who spent most of the last three months procrastrinating, dating, drinking and generally avoiding work, a 9 is an excellent achievement. I was one mark away from a 2:1 in my first term and I barely did anything. Well that's not exactly true, I did think a lot, or I wouldn't have got a decent grade, but I definitely thought too much without putting my ideas into action. Story of my life (probably)

Still I'm pretty pleased with myself. My tutor said I could get much higher (if I put the effort in), and that my ideas are very sophisticated. Hell yeah. The report also said that I have "a certain quirkiness" which makes me seem like some sort of indie girl but I'll let that pass... So anyway, now I know I'm on the right tracks I'm motivated to put the hours in at the office, so to speak.

There's a lot of exciting potential for this term, providing I don't let my personal life get in the way. Hopefully all my ideas will come to magnificent fruition by the end of this semester and my curation module is shaping up to be rather good, if not a lot of hard work (the good kind).

And I'm going to Prague in two weeks, Czech me out! I really hope they sell t-shirts with that on. I am going to drink so much pilsner, straropramen and budvar, I'm missing the days of my Czech lager obsession already.