Frog King Effort

So Femme Brulee came to see my campus yesterday. As a bonus surprise she got to drive me and all my gear (she took it well). There weren't many people in the studio to meet and we had to work to do anyway but it wasn't too bad. The filming that I wanted to get done was a success in that we had enough paint to do three goes of it instead of just one but none of them really turned out how I imagined. I knew that would be the case anyway but still it's a little hard to let go of that original image I had in my mind. I'm going to go back on Monday and do some editing and choose one of the three clips to use. If I don't like any of them I might have to do it again at a later date. Maybe.

I've decided I don't think I can be bothered to do honours. I like making art but I don't think I like it as much as I should and I definitely think theory impedes the amount of work I put into my studio. I don't want to sign up for another year of Core and Studio theory they are torture. I'm going to go and do the one year diploma of education at the same university my friends are all at. (Excluding Mr Obscurity with his fancy churching uni). I'ma scared to become a teacher but I'm gonna need a job at some point and I think I'm always going to be anxious about it. This is probably the one I'd be best at and is also the easiest/quickest to achieve.

I went swimming with Femme Brulee, her mother (Moo) and her sister's boyfriend (Snug). This is probably a good thing since I need to keep exercising and jogging is not so good with the healing of my foot. Moo has been teaching Snug to swim and helping him to rediscover dormant muscle structure. We were messing around with a bunch of swimming styles but I mostly did breast stroke because I lack any kind of stamina for other swimming. It turns out Butterfly has been awarded "World's Most Retarded Swimming Stroke" by me, because it is. Totally. I got lent a pair of boardies which I strongly suspected would go see-through. I was right (sort of, they actually went invisible). Fortunately I had elected to keep my briefs on underneath rather than risk revealing my sausage. There is a time and a place for everything, but the public pool will never be the place for that. I was also subjected to Snug's boasts and bravado, he informed me about his "cannons". I was warned that the safety's had been filed off and that they could "go off at any time".