After the two day bookbinding workshop at University, I was left with a buzz in my tummy, wanting to just make more and more books! And Chester wants to help out too!

This book (shown below) is made from my old pair of trousers which are too big.

It has now been made into a book for self portraits. A side project where I will be writing small notes and practice expressions. It will also serve as a log of how my face changes over time. Just like some people take pictures of their faces over a period of years to see the changes. I draw instead! Happy days. :D

It was the middle of the night. I woke up feeling extremely scared without knowing why. I was sitting up in bed, looking around when suddenly Chester went absolutely MENTAL in the cage. I’ve never seen anything like it. He was flying back and forth like a maniac, crashing against the walls, falling down and flying up again. I quickly got out of my bed and calmed him down by turning one of the lights on and talking to him. I then returned to bed, sitting up, feeling incredibly on edge for no apparent reason.
Suddenly I felt like someone was tugging the blanket just lightly, or maybe like the bed was just vibrating a little bit. I was terrified and tried to wake Tom up, but he was sound asleep (snoring too!).

After about half an hour of calming myself down, I hid under the blanket and soon I fell asleep again.

This morning I told Tom about what had happened and he instructed me to use water on him if I need to wake him up next time. We sat down to watch BBC breakfast news. I was surprised when one of the main stories was about the strongest earthquake in England for 30 years(!) that struck last night at exactly the time I woke up and Chester went mad. The news presenter talked about the responses they were getting from the morning viewers about their pets behaving differently just before the quake.

Chester is my little earthquake radar!

Yes. I have spent most of yesterday on the loo. Lovely. It isn’t too great today either and we have a bookbinding workshop in the morning that I really really really don’t want to miss, but my body isn’t too happy at the moment. This sucks.

I made an applecake after the book my grandmother gave me, but I can’t eat it because of my tummy. Oh the torture. :(

I just made my first ever carbonara after Jamie’s recipe. It tastes yummy!

Carbonara!

Yesterday, me and Tom were invited by Tom’s cousin to come to his parents house in Portishead, so we went there! I wish I had a camera with me. For you British people who grew up when the Narnia series were on TV, this was the house of the director of that series and he even had the huge dragon head of the ship in the garden! Absolutely amazing. Not only that, but his wife is a potter too! I got to see her studio. DROOL.

Also went uni cycling for the first time in half a year or something. Very wobbly, but fun.

All in all, a very very nice day. I enjoyed it a lot and were praised for my commission work which made me happy. :D

… I would wish that my flat was always clean.

Too bad I’m not in Sweden. :/

You get this cell-testing done every three years to check for ovarian cancer and other things. I have to reschedule somehow because I really don’t want to miss something that important.

Hmm. Never done this testing stuff before, only blood tests. How exciting!

I only just managed to get out of bed and have a shower. It’s 11:30 here. Luckily I don’t have classes today, so I don’t need to be anywhere specifically. I have a lovely headache which didn’t really get better when I saw the state of the flat. Because we’ve just had two boxes coming with computer parts and other electronics, the flat is littered with packaging.

My plan today is to simply get out of the flat, (make sure Chester has good music before doing so) and having a coffee on my own at a coffee shop. I’ve been very tired and uninspired this week. Also had troubles focusing on anything in particular. My drawingboard is filled with half done projects. I just can’t seem to really get started properly with University stuff.

*copy paste out of a mail*

“I want it to be “good” so badly that I forget to have fun and just stress over it! Which is not good! So gonna go out for a coffee on my own for once and just do some lifedrawing that doesnt have to be good. Scared of it though O_o Am I weird?