Super Jessie

"No Photos..."

Art wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Well... not really bad anyways. I did this framey thing, and a hand and... and... it's all meant to be based on South Asia, and the "question" is "Base your work on an explosion of colour". Bugger it. Did I heck as like base it on colour! There was nothing remotely colourful about my paper mached frame, or the grey clay hand. Ah well, I've still got another five hours to go to make a difference of some kind...

I took a hayfever tablet this morning and I was all woosy most of the exam. Another annoyance about my exam was that I kept hearing Rachel's voice in my head saying "No photos..." in her monotone Jamaican accent (It's a fake accent- not her real one).

I will explain the "no photos" thing, from what I heard from Rach. Well, she and Kirsty were outside the cinema in Cambridge, sitting on the open resturant that is Burger King. They decided to take some random photos, when this man that works there comes along and says "No photos..." and walks off. Now Rachel, being Rachel has changed his accent from a British one, to a Jamaican one. Try saying it yourself: "No photos...". It's amusing. We had this phone conversation discussing him the other day, and we were like: "Say you're in your exam trying to answer a question, then suddenly you feel a shadow above you, and a bloke's face looms in saying "No answering..." Our conversation flowed along those lines for about fifteen minutes I believe. But it was as funny as hell.

Anyways, i suppose I should go, as I have art to prepare... *cries*

I've just realised how random and unintersting this must seem to anyone who isn't me or Rachel. Oh well...

written on 2004-05-20@3:47 p.m.

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