"I'm not a musician, I'm a Trombonist"

Funny James, bagging his own instrument.








You know what one of the most amazing little guilty pleasure I have?





Grabbing a coffee by myself in a cafe.





Seriously, you don't have to make conversation, you don't have to wait awkwardly for other people. You just go in, order your 'kaffee', sit with a book, or your journal, or sketchbook, or if its raining you can sit an watch the droplets on the window...





Ahhh...





It's the best.

That trombone quote was completely unrelated.







-xx

Pencil Shavings

WHAAAA?!

Things keep going downhill and I don't know how to stop the ball from rolling!!

I think a few lunchtimes in the library should fix it.

And seeing all the art, photography, and graphics folios being hurriedly finished around me makes me wish that I had chosen different subjects. All this maths and science is finally getting to me after seven months.

What I would give to be able to use my creativity without thinking its time wasted. Ah, to get out my pencils and watercolours, and sit at my desk just letting my thought-process explode onto the page.

Year twelve is a bitch.

I just wish it would be my bitch.

-xx