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I'm back home after one week of holydays.

PLANNING

My flat is messy because and didn't tidy anything before going and even hang out the washing everywhere because I have nothing special for it. I have to unpack my luggage.

My fridge is empty and I have no breakfast for tomorrow morning.

This is my week :
Monday : do the shopping and make the homework for wenesday, boyfriend (I fucking miss him)
Tuesday : "the" big homework to start and maybe french American Idol with mates
Wenesday : house-warming of a girl of my class + stupid pyjama party (my idea, and I regret)
Thursday : "the" big homework + boyfriend
Friday : train to Paris + girl party with Dwam and Spleen
Saturday : Audrey Hepburn - style shooting on the morning, Lense Party until the night (photography meeting)
Sunday : lie-in sleep + shooting afternoon at LeCrapo with Spleen.

I must avoid parties if I wanna work because I'll never do it. Too much things to do.

I just bought my tickets for Paris.
I bought 120 of clothes. I really wanted them but it's not serious.
My paperworks for my unemployement benefits are still uncomplete I'm tired with it.


DRAWING

I'm frustrated I can't make real images. I mean, I always draw a character here or there, I'd like to make more complete and coherent images.

I love those artists because they do the kind of things I'd like too : consistent images with a real universe, funny or dream-like, simple or complexe.

Lys


Max F.


Adolie Day


But it's not me. I even don't know what I wanna represent, or which subjects I wanna draw. I must admit I'm lost and find my "art" boring, I really have to improve and create new things.

I want time to work on it. But this time will come in one year.

I'm stressed.

Good night chicks, my head hurts.