insomnia and art school

insomnia + nightmares when i do actually fall asleep = one dozy english girl right here...

on monday i almost tripped over when someone yelled hello at me 'cause i was so out of it. on my way home i got on a friggin' hoboken train. just been in a little bit of a fugue state these past couple days. i caved this morning and bought coffee. i need a caffeine injection right about now.

i was looking at the SVA/Parsons/Cooper Union sites yesterday and really wish i'd gone to art school. then when i eventually got home last night (class, etc.) we ended up watching 'Basquiat' (what a film) and i so want to take more classes. i thought that summer school at central st martins was enough, but clearly not. i've pretty much missed registration for the fall semester, so when i'm back in london in a couple weeks i'll pick up some of my bits then use the rest of this year to get some work done, throw together some kind of portfolio out of all the shit i have lying around, then register in the new year for evening classes or something. it'll also give me time to save up.

someone remind i've said this in december. i know how crap i am at following through on things.

recently i've realised:- i have a total soft spot for cheesy hip hop movies. you got served... drumline... yes, even honey... i blame my teenage years on this.
- i keep getting really unfortunate mini-crushes. unfortunate because they're either totally inappropriate, or gay.
- i shouldn't drink champagne at the start of the evening then head onto the vodka for the rest of it. anyone i saw on saturday, my apologies if i seemed like a lush.

what i've mainly been thinking:- woo hoo, my sister gets in to town on thursday! i haven't seen her in almost five months, i can't *wait* to see her.
- shit, it's her birthday today, i must call. and get a card. shite, and a present. crap i'm a bad sister.
- what the *hell* am i going to wear for halloween??