Went crabbing this weekend....which amounted to sitting in the sun, eating, drinking and smoking. The life of excess is good.
Was a little wierd tho', I don't really know many of the folk that I was with and couldn't really talk to any of 'em. Know what I mean? Either they thought I was boring as fuck and didn't want to talk much or I just never really wanted to socialise; I did sit most of the time with my sketchbook out. Anyhow, it was a wierd vibe. Maybe I'm just paranoid!?
Got to run off and write the syllabus for theory class, which starts tomorrow. It should really be the professor's job but this way I get to make shit up and put it into the curriculum!!!!
It's funny, I never used to be particularly brimming with Scottish pride til i worked over there for a year, and coming home, i was aware i had missed the old homeland
Anyways, thanks for the comments.
Awesome taste in artists by the way.
Take it easy.
You should just tell the professor that you don't get PAID enough to do his dirty work...unless your trying to suck up or steal is job or something, in which case I retract my previous statement and say more power to ya!!!