Easily Distracted

Phew, back from the south. It was an exhausting few days. Unfortunately we didn't get to spend as much time in Sydney as I'd hoped, instead hanging around Gosford with Matt's father who was prone to hissy fits. And it was raining the whole time, argh! I was so moist ;_;

Anyway, here's a few pictars.


Obligatory "I WENT TO SYDNEY" shot. Nearby was the a Guylian cafe where we stopped for choclatey goodness. My $10 hot chocolate tasted like ass, but the complimentary candy was made of win :P


Unfortunately we didn't get a chance to go inside Naruto, but let me tell you- that pavement was dry as a bone before a flock of 13 year old yaoi fangirls walked by.

Oh, and by the way- I did end up stopping by Shibuya after all.



Derp.

It was lovely spending time with Matt on a nice little interlude to uni hassles, however speaking of which, I was pleasently surprised to find an e-mail in my inbox from the School of Journalism with the following statement in regards to my silly little doodles:

"The managing editor of Brisbane Times is interested in seeing some of your work and has asked to see three examples."

SHGFJDJAHDFSHJFDJA 3 examples?! GAH I don't know what to do, my best work resides on DeviantART and is animu/manporn. I dunno, maybe I should just chuck up a blog on Wordpress and throw all my junk there. But how the hell do I choose 3? ;_;

Favor to ask for everyone reading this!

If you're not busy at 1pm AEST today, please log on to the DRAWING THE LINE U-STREAM which will be streaming my political cartoons and give us feedback!

It would be so great if even just a couple of people watched and sent comments like "That looks like shit, draw him with childbearing hips and a banshee" it would be a massive help because we're not sure how many people are actually going to watch, haha.

In return, I will listen to endless stories from the time you went to Shelbyville with an onion on your belt.

Because I can.



Triforce, motherfucker. Best use of half an hour evar.

Fucking weeaboos. I've seen so many 30 year old virgins who are like this. Though I guess enjoying weird clothes and j-rock puts one in the same category as these guys.

Anyway.

Today I had a meeting at UQ regarding my drawing and the Sydney conference. I rocked up in pseudo lolita with my new BTSSB skirt, a fucktonne of ring bling/headbows and my Jon Stewart shirt (yes, I own one). Totally professional, amirite? Amusingly, the lecturers I was chatting with were making gestures to my clothes saying that I obviously had personality, asked about the style (always fun dropping that name...), and said I should dress like that while I'm cartooning in front of an audience. (Also, apparently I am now cartooning in front of an audience as part of this thing.) They wanted to incorporate "loli" into the title somehow too. It made me smile so hard- I've been trying so hard to blend in by wearing "appropriate" clothes for a journo wannabe, so this made me feel all sparkley on the inside :D

So I will be dressing in lolita and drawing in an auditorium with people yelling ideas out in a mishmash of "The Glass House" (RIP) and "Whose Line is it Anyway". Totally not my idea and I have no idea how that's supposed to be viable, but hey, these guys have been in the PR/journalism industry for longer than I've been alive so I'm happy to just do as I'm told.

It was just nice to be told that I'll have all the support of the journalism department. I guess this pretty much negates my NYC plans. Goddammit, there has to be a way I can get an internship over there for a couple of months so I can have both things on my resume :/

After that meeting, Matt and I went op shopping for businessy-looking clothes at Paddo, as I have gotten work experience at Quest Newspapers for the next two weeks. Unfortunately we didn't count on the midday sun destroying any will we had to live as well as a few brain cells. GLOBAL WARMING, U GAIS! THIS IS ALL OUR FAULT FOR TURNING LIGHTS ON!

So.

UQ hosts a journalism conference each year where 3 students are chosen to show off their work in the field.

Apparently, I am now one of these students.

Somehow I must've let it slip that I used to do a lot of drawing, and now one of the professors is doting on me, sending me all these papers on cartooning, letting me borrow his books on the subject, etc. (possibly while high) He wants me to present a case study to a bunch of interstate and international guests where I incoorporate live drawing via webcam into my show on JACRadio and some other stuff. Don't get me wrong, this is fucking awesome. He was particularly candid about how much attention the students get which could open up entire fucking career opportunities in both art AND journalism for me if I play my cards right.

And the conference is on during the semester I was planning to spend in the USA.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

What do I do ;_;

So last night Matt and I went to a life drawing session (as opposed to a life drawing class- this was just a bunch of people doodling as opposed to being taught). The chick was wearing this weird old lady wig which was hard to sketch. By the end of the two hours I was pretty spent, but it was something which I'd sorely needed for a long time. After distancing myself from an activity that at one stage defined me, it was sort of like coming home. Once again embracing something so familiar. I tried not to care about how imperfect the result was. Matt had been smart enough to crosshatch his epic sketches instead of smudge (kinda), though somehow we both ended up covered in graphite.

Ugh, I should have a completed radio show for tomorrow and yet I have not even started. Shoe shopping with Kylie and laughing at people with Matt is so much more fun ;_;

My journalism assignment is literally giving me a headache. Good Lord I need to get into action and talk to some sources. I kind of feel like I'm biting off more than I can chew here. It's funny- the vast majority of my life is spent in a state of apathetic laziness, not caring about anything much, not studying or cleaning the goddamn house. I'm not particuarly good at most things, but when it comes to the fields in which I'm not entirley shit, I tend to set myself impossibly high standards. Like my whole art fiasco. I don't claim to be an awesome artist like a lot of the people on my f-list most certainly are, but it was something I loved and aspired to get better at.

I just hope my career in journalism doesn't collapse in on itself like my sketchbook lifestyle did. I miss working with ink so much it kills. That Diploma of Animation sure served me well.