I felt like writing a journal, because. Like, to distract myself from my work. And screw you I can write a journal if I want to.

FILM DEADLINE IS MAY 23RD. Holy shitmeister! We all saw it coming yet it has snuck up so fast. Hot damn. Where the HELL did this year go? srsly! *brb, cup of tea needed*

Alright, the tea situation is sorted. Now where was I...

Right- film. CANCANCAT. C-CUBED. Whatever the smeg you want to call it (Sometimes I refer to it as that fucking film. I've finished animating it, hurrah! I'm "Cleaning up" at the moment, the scruffiest damn clean up this side of winchester. (My film has a "nostalgic" feel ) So hmm, I think that's going good. **FINALLY** Began scanning some scenes in, praise be. Feels nice to get it all on the comp, it's as if you are just beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Ahh, to be honest, I can't wait to see what everyone has produced by the end of the year: s'gonna be awesome. And the last Glammies celebration.... *wipes away a tear* I would love to be nominated but maaan the competition's fierce...

It will be so strange in the new Cardiff building. New building, no new equipment though we are in DIRE FUCKING need, stricter uni regulations. I could rant for ages on this topic, but I won't, because it gets me depressed and some of you have heard it all before. In a nutshell- I think the uni's handled the move and other key things pretty badly, and had this been my first year at GCADT I would be slightly put off about carrying on next year, which is a sad thought. I'm burrowed in like a tick though, you all needn't worry. I am sick of being a student with no moneys, so graduation as soon as possible plz. I like money, I like spending it. :B

( OMG I can't wait to go underwear shopping with the girls :B)

Ahh, I've run the full gamut (is that even a word?) of emotions this week. Right across the spectrum, like, way out there. At the moment I'm happy. Beaming away at my computer, yayay. Happy as a lamb, a lamb that won't be eaten. So like a famous lamb or something.

Going back home and looking through some of my brother's stuff might have set off all this emotional stuff, though the workload can't have helped either. (srsly, it's been mental.) I think after almost five years I'm starting to feel less angry about his death. It'll be a good while longer before I fully "accept" it, whatever that means. But still, it's a nice little weight lifting off bit by bit. It's very hard to leave people in the past. I think after the initial shock of death, the fact memories of the person are slowly being forgotten is hard too. But I am proud to say I'm getting there.

This year has been an incredible learning experience for me, a positive one. If I look back just a year, the amount of change has been incredible. I am so much happier. Thanks a lot to my lovely Bridge house. (Didn't realise this journal was going to be so soppy, lols) They are awesome people. Big up the BRIDGEHOUSEMASSIVE.

Mainly because of the things people come out with:
"CHICKEN SPRAY- Just because I love cock!"

YOU GUYS IS SILLY.

On that note, guess I'm off. Hope everyone's doing fine n' dandy.