From ages afterwards.

Well well well, the degree results reading process is interesting. There they are, normal and plain pieces of A4 white on the wall, pinned at the corners, listings of names and numbers divided by the 'class' of the result. And the reactions are so far away from the mood of an exam and the character of the paper. It felt like forgery to be there because I ain't gone one yet, a degree. But the strangest thing is that we all have 360.

Other than this chilling clip of wonder, social events and house cleaning have dominated ones lifestyle. I must admit, I was gutted for Owen. The art books I have been reading are not going to last simply because they are talking about the past and I don't want to read them; I don't have to. It's all common sense in disguise or encrypted and 'mysticated' snoring. Ideas eh, who'd have 'em?

I need to add a picture more than ever, to justify my use of time and restore the merit of my art "effort=devotion" game turn. Balls to it, art will go on without me. Besides, it's about time for a feed.