So I finished my degree, successfully dragged my awkward, hungover, extremely stressed self through the private view, managed to somehow magically receive an upper second class honours (aka 2.1, awww yeah!) and a fuckin' FIRST in my dissertation, and celebrated this weekend by seeing Conor Oberst reduce grown men to tears at the Royal Albert Hall, and then, on the completely opposite end of the spectrum, drank far too much cheap beer and gin and headed to the Macbeth to dance to Destiny's Child, Nelly, and other such delights. So some important degree show stuff first of all, I guess:
There was a bad experience with some crates and polystyrene bricks were mentioned but in the end I decided to save the last few shreds of my sanity and display my guys on chrome poles. And now we don't talk about that day because....yeuch.
A slightly better view of the room. Giant abacus courtesy of
Chris Ilankovan.
This guy....
Reppin' my dad's sweet photography skills.
A few weekends ago, or maybe last weekend but time has lost all meaning, Katie and Kirsty came to stay again and we basically didn't stray too far from our usual plan of doing the 'Roxanne' drinking game and eating all the food ever. Oh, and being beautiful on the webcam:
Me and Kirsty also braved the first bout of intense London heat and bussed it down into central for Slutwalk. This was my sign, which took all of my remaining art skillz and materials to make.
I'm pretty hungover and contemplating ignoring the fact that this is probably the most heat we're going to get all summer and getting back into bed. However, instead I guess today I will mostly be melting in the 30 degree heat of the city, eating junk, and watching copious amounts of Law and Order SVU and Man V Food. Perfection.
