I’m typing this, listening to La Roux, whilst sitting in my new colonial establishment (the sitting room) watching the Ire/Ita match (Ireland are slaughtering Italy.)

I feel sympathetic towards Italy. Having watched Ireland score yet another try, and the scoreline now rests at 37-3 at 49:00 mins on the clock. Why? This project is kicking my arse.

Key points of failure that do not seem to be going away:

• No-one seems to be able to look through my sketchbook and understand what it is that I’m attempting to do.
  

• I have 2-3 other ideas that I need to flesh out, in order to at least attempt to get a higher grade than just a pass. I need to do more sketching amongst that, collage etc. Basically more work.

• [whinge] I’m tired, bored, pissed off.

• I want the Easter hols NOW! Right now! This instant! [/whinge]

Between the posts! 53:57 | 44-3 IRE-ITA Playlist has switched to Fragma - “I Need a Miracle”. Aha. Hahaha.

Why am I struggling? My head sometimes has the nasty habit of deciding an idea is done & dusted before it actually is, it gets bored and wants to move onto the new shiny. Why? The only thing I can think of is that for so long, imagination was the only thing which I could hope for, it has been a very very long time since I’ve had the means to actually physically realise any significant design or somesuch. Now that I do, is it that deep down I still think it futile? Fuck that. I’ve got full funding confirmation for next year, I’ve got a conditional place for next year, I’ve put in the effort over the rest of the year. (Oh, and Jack, if you are by any chance reading this, yes, I’m swearing… I fully accept the charge of hypocrisy in this instance and find myself guilty as charged ;-) ).

Let’s do this.

(46-10 IRE-ITA @ the 61:59 mark; Moloko “Sing it back”, as I finish).