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Alright, time to get rid of the sad entry.
Tahnks for all the kind words, you lovely people. No wonder I spend some much time on this site.

After painting all night and day, watching movies and smoking lotsa weed... I'm beginning to see the light. One more exam to go, and there'll be no place like Victoria...

I finished my art portfolio and handed it in today. I was painting a copy of a collage I had made - with lovely pics of Bettie Page and Bowie in it.

Haven't we all, David? Haven't we all?
Okay, I wish.
It wasn't this picture I painted, it was one by Mick Rock - but perphaps I'll attempt this one in future?

And as for my presentation mark? Not a big deal. The principle, however, is. If I get any more crappy undeserved marks like that again, I shall be talking sternly to my prof and the head of the department. So there.
I hate confrontation, too... But this crazy theatre dream of mine is worth it.

Anyone out there up for reviving the Coquettes, or creating some sort of Theatre of Cruelty with drag queens, a la John Waters?

I get to dress like this, though, kay?