Fuck knows

Robin Williams died today.

I've always just written whatever I've wanted to on this here blog of the times but anything I say about his death or life seems so cheesy and unworthy. So I'll say this; his death has made me sad on many different levels and I'm grateful to have been privy to the parts of himself that he chose to share with the world.

In other news, I am procrastinating the shit out of studying which is BAD. This semester is the most important one I have and the last one I'll have (if I pass well enough) before I graduate. I began University in 2003, keen to become a main titles designer with a Fine Arts degree at Canterbury. Long story short, it is now 2014 and I am finally on the verge of finishing my first degree, a BA in Psychology which will be a massive triumph in the face of many adversities. That is if I manage to get my head out of my arse and study properly.

Fuck.

So petrified of failing that I seem to be failing before I've even started.

On a lighter and more positive note; my hair has been chopped off and I love it.

And... end scene.