So I'm home.

Received expensive new toys, spent time with girlfriendcat and family- and back to working for pennies today so I can afford to live.

So, all-in-all, it's like I never left.

I tried drawing a nice picture of the landscape, but it looked awful. I think my drawing skill only comes alive after 12am. Maybe I'll try later, but because I'm back in South West mode I'll likely be doing something unproductive and homely like playing with the cat/taking the piss out of his recently-given, medical head cone.

Again, I tried drawing a cat in a head cone.

So freaking bad.

I may be losing my edge.

Finished uni work, leaving London tomorrow

And not to be antisocial, young and filthy mouthed-

but thank living fuck.

After 3 separate 30+ hour stints, including yesterdays infamous 40+ hour one, all work has been completed and given in.

Lord knows if it's enough and if I'll pass, but I'm fairly sure that I'd feel like this even if I destroyed it so I'm trying not to explode in anxiety like some sort of self-obsessed tit.

No, I'm all for the Summer-

and the fact that I won't sleep alone tomorrow night.

Shame this packing takes so long!

Speak tomorrow, maybe a drawing.

Sorry, I've been ignoring you.

I'm in the last week of uni, so I've trashed most habits.
But be assured, I'll return.

I am literally working my ass off, another full 30 hours stint completed.
A whole valley of work completed, and a million less things to worry about.
I just want it done so I can leave and get out of this place before it drives me insane.
And then I get my girlfriendcat, and the Summer.

Oh god the Summer.
No stress in the Summer. <3

Sex&drugs&rock&roll,

The day the Earth stood still,

The Darjeeling Limited (parts 1 and 2).

Admittedly an odd collection of films, 59 years between the first and second choice.

However, watch these films. Yes, I'm a film reviewer now. 

You'll learn something from them, and maybe if you're wanting to feel better you should watch Mad Men series 3 in completion, and with the DVD the final disk containing the entire famous Martin Luther King Jr speech, with moving pictures attached, it's a sure bet for empowerment.

I'm in a good place right now.

Just wish that the work would leave and allow me to sleep, and not post boring things on here. 

I can't tell you stories because today I woke up, worked, ate a spaghetti surprise meal and skyped to girlfriendcat for about 2 hours.

Boom, story over.

Promises of decent material after the load is off.

Maybe.

Fuck it, I'm going to read a book.

This is because I'm tired and stressed and can't think of good things to write.
As you can see, I am once again turning the animation business on it's head with my natural skills.

Hey look- it worked.
I am now shattered and stressed from university work.
So here is the world's quickest story.

In other news, my "doom" folder with all of these drawings is now so big that I have to use my search bar to find drawings.

Night all!

So blogger went down

And you all missed the amazing story of my battle with myself to stay awake a full 34 hours so I could put my sleeping pattern back into shape, but at the same time remain super productive and do university work while writing and recording a metal track in less than 24 hours, fuelled purely on sugar, pizza and energy drink.

I'm actually being serious, I have the 5:40am sunrise picture on a film waiting to be processed and a fully guitared and bassed metal track, along with some really badly written work and a slight "energy drink green" tinge to me.

I'm more gutted that blogger didn't post my posts. I feel betrayed.

Maybe I'll recover later for some dramatic pictures of the day.

But maybe not.

*UPDATE

there are now some ramblings beneath this post which are pretty much what I wrote up in my sleep deprived madness. I was going to act like I did loads of carefully planned out writing, but in reality I rambled and basically could've sat on the keyboard and made more sense.

Shame on me.

Finished creating guitar lines.

And I'm still awake. Thank you, lethal amounts of caffeine.

Another can of monster,

And a couple of hours of university work later, I'm still awake. 5 hours until I'm allowed to sleep, thus knocking my sleeping pattern back into shape.

Or putting me in a coma, whichever comes first.

Actually, in hindsight, that may have been a little overdramatic.

Decided to try make it through today without sleep.

It's going well, already one monster and 2 packs of assorted sweet things in.

The writeup is done

And I am no longer dribbling. Really need to sort out my sleeping pattern though.

Over 3000 words written today.

Must

stop 

typing.

If I keep all of these late night working sessions up I'll have scratchy red eyes and be dribbling for the rest of my life.

It's been a weird one.

I woke up to the sound of glass smashing. I immediately looked out of the window, and light came streaming into my eyes far too quickly for my brain to comprehend the image of a normal London morning- and instead I saw some sort of explosion, the light from it burning my eyes. Yes, I honestly woke up at 8am thinking something outside of my 7th floor window had exploded.

I'm such a twat when I'm tired.

Needless to say, I didn't get out of bed until 3am due to the fright, and the distinct possibility that I may have been a ghost. The glass smashing was the recycling trucks during their morning collection.

Their weekly morning collection. 

Special post for girlfriendcat.

Because she's my girl, therefore when she asks me to draw her in cat form I can't say no.

Dodgy lining- check.
Mouth falls outside of the face - check.
Bold writing - check.

I do believe this is my greatest work.

Tonight I participated in shameless merchandising.

And I bloody loved it.

Didn't sleep last night until 10am, so I need bed desperately. Even if I wrote you something awesome it would be spelt like tihs and be filled grammar with mistakes. So I'm going to continue being crap and draw something.

Boom, threw a curveball and did some animation.

One of the worst ones I've ever seen, too.

*UPDATE

I like the look of animation on the page, I'll get a little better and start doing more. Now, to bed.

The real trouble with coming back to London

is the whole work thing. I've just finished 10 hours of straight Dreamweaver and I'm not especially in the mood for writing- especially not with the gaping four weeks without a girlfriendcat to keep me sane.

Tomorrow should be better, but deadlines are going to ruin it a little. It's like "HEY, let's have a good time!" But then the deadline monster is like:

You know what, deadline monster? I do not care for you much at all.

A chance to look into my little head.

It arrived back, and we immediately recorded our Bond theme cover. I don't think I've been this happy about a recording in a long time, and I'm proudly plugging it here in my internet corner. Listen, enjoy and download if you want to, you can also let us know what you think in the comments and whatnot! I'd love to hear from a few of you, especially the ones who seem to be arriving on this page by searching only the scariest and more unrelated selections of words.

And now I'm sat next to Punk and his ukelele, musing on the day's efforts. It's been good.

Thank you, Firestudio.

Oh I accidentally showed the world where I live and post from. Oh dear.

Arrived home yesterday

But was too busy being a badass angry person to post.

However, the news is that it should be back as soon as I venture down the seven floors that separate me and the reception. It's more of an avoiding disappointment move in that I haven't left already, as if I get down there and it's an hour late in delivery then I would enter the depression spiral of chocolate, wine and drumstick lollies again.

Though, still:

Making music ability is good.

Back to normal posts soon!