I was skimming the internet for new sunglasses and I instantly fell in love with this company's. They're made out of untreated wood ! And their marketing department is right down my lane. I'm sold.
Aww, it's a shame that I just bought flight tickets to Amsterdam and that I have no money what so ever.
I was looking for a slim suit as well. I want to buy my first suit and I am thinking of going for something like a black jazz musician from the 40's would wear. Maybe something a bit Dior Hommeish/Tom Fordish/Andre 3000ish:
( why is it, that all of these decisions happens when you're completely broke.)I am applying for Bergen art academy in Norway. It is the most rainy city in Europe but their art academy is supposedly good. The application deadline is the 15th, which leaves me a week. I have to finish the home assignment from Rietveld in Amsterdam as well, my interview is the 14th of April. Glasgow gave me a no, I am not fond of that. 'Det kongelige danske kunstakademi' didn't even want to interview me, I was prepared for that so it was not a big thing. 53 people are being interviewed, about half of them get into the school and we were 800-1000 applicants. I'm still waiting for the answers from Edinburgh but I'm not expecting it. It was 1 out of 8 that statisticly is going to study at the school (from this point on).
I got the answers from the 3 month-scan - There was no sign of tumour showing on it. . I should be so happy , but there's just too much going on around me and I'm still very confused from the hemorrhage (emotionally as well as . . I can't remember - which is pretty indicative for me right now). I hope that I'll be able to feel joy that the tumour is gone for now. The list of things I've forgotten is endless - I've locked myself out two days in a row etc. but it is not a new thing, I've always been way absentminded - at least now I have an excuse.
I've started running. I have a 3 km route that I run, for a long time my knee would hurt halfway through but finally I can run it without breaking down in pain and agony. I can now run it in 18.52.
I have to stay fit, and it's a good way of doing it, although I've never been much of a sportsman. Whether I win or lose I just don't care. As a way of having a goal, I've decided that I want to have the body of Brad Pitt in Fight Club. Yyyeep. I'm a bit shorter than him, but the weight is the same. I've found a work out-plan on da interweb (http://www.sixpacknow.com/brad_pitt_abs_workout.html - jeez). I'm not a fan of big muscles, and I'll for shure never experience having it, but at least there's a goal now, and not a completely unobtainable one.