Okay, so that's a bit mean.

Today I went to an interview at Stroud College (Spoilers: I got in), which has a rather less shining reputation than Cheltenham Art College, but that closed down last year so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

Apparently Stroud has a thriving art community, albeit of a slightly hippyish persuasion, so there are worse places to study. And while the college is hardly [prestigious art college], it's clean and well-maintained, so I'm sure it'll be quite sufficient...

My computer's fried itself into an endless boot cycle, and while I was initially worried that I might have caused this by poking about inside a little too enthusiastically, it turns out that my former "£900 gaming pc" was unaccountably fitted with a motherboard so unreliable they don't make them any more.

Sadly I was only able to find exactly one (reliable) motherboard with both a compatible CPU socket and form factor (where the screws go in). Still, at least there's someone not...

They have all the normal fruit flavours

And peach

And tea

And aniseed

And caramel which I'm pretty sure is just unflavoured base toffee stuff

Tasty

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I'm too tired to think of an introduction for this. I wanted to get back into model-making, and this seemed like an easy place to start. The "life-size" one is a rubber ball, the smaller two are marbles.









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And she liked it!

Ets cmk mkylku hucboauq sabr gbssgu ileeus ln cqyosliqmoay?

Cmurmqbmk Rabns br klslqbltrgy hbnnbctgs sl hucqyos wbsalts sau omrrwlqh; Bk nmcs, bs'r rsbgg m vmgtuh jumkr ln cljjtkbcmsblk slhmy. Ibvu sau kuxs jurrmiu'r omrrwlqh bk sau jurrmiu ylt rukh, mkh bs eucljur mgg ets bjolrrbegu sl bksuqcuos yltq cljjtkbcmsblk ey mky jumkr lsauq samk bksuqqlimsblk mkh uroblkmiu.

B wmr sqybki sl sabkf ln mk ujemqqmrrbki rucqus sl abhu auqu, ets sauk B qumgbruh sams B'vu ibvuk sauj...

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NAME THAT CABBAGE!

So, how is everyone?

Mentally speaking, I've been going downhill for some time now. Since I've now been found perched on a cliff edge in the middle of the night on two seperate occasions, my parents have encouraged me to see a doctor.

I'm less than ecstatic at the prospect of being pumped full of antidepressants, but since my friends are starting to become slightly scared of me (I look about as good as I feel, and trying to explain that I'm mentally unstable doesn't...

He really was!