pollylobster

Figured I'd update this again. It has been a sufficient amount of months to look like I have a busy week. A blatant lie, but one I uphold with every fibre of my being (to my parents anyway!) Not much to say on the mass importance side. The house is still wonderful. My lovely lovely housemates are as wonderful as ever - still having a complete ball most the time here (such an improvement) I am now dreading the end of year in which our five-way domestic bliss will be changed completely with George's departure to Alicante or somewhere similar. Silly language students :( However, we have found someone to live in his room, so at least we won't ha

It has been eons, worthy companions, since I have updated this journal, purely because I have had nothing much to say. I have finally moved into the new house in Norwich that we have been fantasising about since February. It's wonderful actually living with people I like spending time with for once. We have dinner together most nights, hang out all day and just have a laugh. I love it. I'm trying to batter down the writer's block properly this time. I want to write, damnit, and I'm bloody well going to try, even if it's shit, even if I hate it. Art block isn't much of an issue, but finding the effort to actually do something properly is dif

I'm not really sure what to write this evening. I just fancy writing something down. It may as well be my journal, even though my life remains pretty much normal, and many people I know only ever ghost this website anymore. I am in an odd state still. My exams are over and with them my first year at university. It's gone like the wind. I feel a slight loss for the time. My art has now been stretched from just lionising stuff a la Disney (as the influx of other things in my gallery should tell you). I have successfully moved in to Livejournal-fangirl territory, and have been welcomed with open arms. Drawing slashy pictures is still a rather