If I needed any more evidence that I’ve gone a little off the sane track of late, then the fact that I’m sitting here in the pm-turned-am drawing and writing a blog post, after 2 days on the brainiac chain-gang trying to pull a Masters proposal out of my arse, would be it.
Yes, readers in Melbourne will know just how beautiful the weather was here on Saturday, and most probably spent the day re-introducing their skin to the concept of a tan. I, on the other hand, spent the day in the bowels of RMIT ensuring I stay the colour of a melting moment (that’s an albino yo-yo for those who don’t know the difference), downloading to my brain all I need to know about putting the letters MA after the ones I already have. I then backed it up with 24 solid hours intellectualising and translating my ideas about drawing and design into words. I think the strain is clear because that sentence doesn’t even make sense.
Anyway, the point I’m making is that spending so much time with my specs on and using many multi-syllable words has made me feel like quite the academic. Does my brain look big in these?
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Mrs Underhill 10.25.09 at 4:09 pm
Mr dearest Miss Patsy
I have been completely off the planet for the past three weeks. You clearly have not. YAY! I cannot wait to see you in the flesh but, til then, I continue to be glued to the screen for your outpourings. Forgive my lack of communication recently. XXXX Mwah
Mary 10.26.09 at 8:00 pm
With the way I feel at the moment, I am tempted to question the decision to involve yourself in postgraduate study. To what end? If you were to ask me if I am having to deal with examiner’s questions regarding my PhD thesis, and am I really fucking annoyed, then the answer would be a affirmative! Sigh, why do I put myself through this torture and stress?
Patsyfox Fan 11.10.09 at 2:17 pm
Baby, your brain would look BIG in anything!
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