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I have been happily preoccupied with the outside world today.

Hopped on a bus and buggered off to sort after school care stuff first thing this morning and then caught a train into town and wandered around uni on my own getting my bearings and working out where I have to be on Monday morning. Sorted dot com ‘beam’. Then found the uni bookshop and proceeded to grab all the supplies I needed for my classes except couldn’t find half the shit I needed so had to wander into town and find a stationary shop. I now have about 2/3rd’s of what I need. I have noooo idea where I find the other shit so I shall annoy my tutor on Monday and badger him for secret shopping spots for fandangled art gears.

I did however find some rather cool shops that didn’t have art gear. A favie t-shirt shop, shoe shops, omg and a shop with these cool figurines I want oh and I happened to accidentally wander into a gaming shop. There was a cute gothy guy working in there so I might have to go back for a closer look. Yano … at the games and stuff   ‘grin’

My dentist rang this afternoon and reminded me I have an appointment first thing in the morning. Which is great because I’d completely forgotten. Absent minded me.My mind has been elsewhere today.

Apart from that I’ve been doing design work and fluffing about.

Oh yeahs and thanks to those lovely peeps on Twitter that decided to ‘help’ me play with my new bullet with it’s 35 different settings. I now have etched in my mind that number 27 and number 13 are quite fucking good. Literally.

I couldn’t even type properly by the end of it and had to excuse myself and attend to some urgent moaning. Thank god no one popped in for a random visit. Heh.

My sister rang yesterday and informed me of the date of her 30th and my attendance is compulsory. Shall be fun. She gets pissed and does crazy shit. Last time it was my brothers wedding and she went ass over tit on the dance floor, hurt her knee and was so drunk she kept hobbling around trying to dance. We all kept trying to get her to sit down but she insisted she was fine (even though it was clear she was hammered) … next morning her knee was a balloon and she couldn’t walk. Numpty. She wants to have a cocktail party. Gawd help me. I can see it now. I shall be the one holding her hair back as she kisses the concrete queen aka toilet.

I’m going comparison shopping on Friday when the rest of my loan money comes through and sorting a notebook, hopefully a camera and mebe an ipod. Immersing myself with music helps me concentrate better and zone out from all the shit around me and I am picking it’ll come in handy at uni. The notebook is so I can type my lecture notes because my brain works a fuckload faster than I can write.  And the camera because I desperately need a new one and I’ll need it for my course. From what I could see I am the ‘old person’ in my classes lol so I am sure that is going to be entertaining.  Who knows I might introduce a few kids to some decent music haha.

Anyways I have the sinus  ishoos from hell and have yellow snot pouring from my nose and a headache from hell so I’m going to curl up in my bed. Yes I know you prolly didn’t need to know about the nose thing but tough biscuits. You do now

Today was great! Uber awesome.

27 degree heat and a large bottle of water had me start my afternoon of standing outside of the town hall watching all the new students including myself, waiting to start our new journeys.

It was pure madness, but great fun finding my little group of first year graphic design students, having chats and asking all kinds of questions. Then we had a welcoming  session and after that it was off to our lecture hall in our block to meet the program leaders. Most of what was said was really nothing new to me as far as the field of graphic design, the need to adhere to deadlines and asking questions.

One thing that had me sat there feeling very proud of myself was something the tutor made very clear…out of 500 applicants that applied for this degree, the 130 of us sat in that lecture room were the cream of the pile.

Wow.

I was a little surprised. For every single one of us in that room meant that four other people per person hadn’t got in. Handpicked as the most promising and most talented he said. The university I have chosen is the best NZ has to offer as far as a Graphic Design course and has a reputation for churning out some of NZ’s top designers so I am very proud to be chosen. It did bring home the fact that my age and work experience has already given me a huge head start. In more ways than one.So I am kinda buzzing a little over that. I feel good, like all the hard work over the years has been recognised in a way that actually means something to me.

Next Monday is the start of the full time classes 8am start. Apparently, according to one of the tutors, graphic designers like to ‘look’ cool. But we have to not worry so much about looking cool and apparently be nerdier. Hmmm I’ll have no problem with that. I can do both haha.

The whole concept of working ‘with’ a tutor as a peer on a first name basis and having someone there to teach us how to be independent in our thinking and our design approach is why I am pursuing this degree, relearning and enhancing the creative process is a huge hurdle I want to tackle and grow into. After sitting there today and literally bouncing off the energy of the tutors and the whole environment I’m more than ready. I need this. And the tutors are pretty freekin cool.

Right now I am tired, it’s been a long afternoon, the orientation started at 1pm and I got home just after 5.30.

I came home to find a couple of review items from Eden Fantasys which was a nice way to end the afternoon, some gorgeous rope and a rather fascinating bullet.

I had a quick play with a new book and some rope tonight …