Why?

Why am i seeing 06:46...

WHY.

(I know why)

Swan Lake.

Act I

Prince Siegfried arrives at his 21st birthday celebration on the palace courtyards to find all of the royal families and townspeople dancing and celebrating, while the young girls are anxiously seeking his attention. During the exquisite celebration, his mother gives him crossbow and informs him that because he is of age now, his marriage will be quickly arranged. Hit with the sudden realization of his future responsibilities, he takes his crossbow and makes haste to the woods with his hunting buddies.

Act II

Getting ahead of the group, Prince Siegfried finds himself a peaceful spot by an enchanted lake where swans gently float across its surface. While Siegfried watches, he spots the most beautiful swan with a crown on its head. His buddies soon catch up, but he orders them to leave so he can be by himself. As dusk falls, the swan with the crown turns into the most beautiful young woman he has ever seen. Her name is Odette, the Swan Queen. She informs the young prince that an evil sorcerer, Von Rothbart, who so happens to be disguised as Prince Siegfried’s mentor, has turned her and the other girls into swans and that the lake was formed by the tears of their parents' weeping. She tells him that the only way the spell could be broken is if a man, pure in heart, pledges his love to her. The Prince, about to confess his love for her, is quickly interrupted by the evil sorcerer. He takes Odette from Prince Siegfried’s embrace and commands all of the swan maidens to dance upon the lake and its shore so that the prince cannot chase them. Prince Siegfried is left all alone on the shore of Swan Lake.

Act III

The next day at the formal celebration in the Royal Hall, Prince Siegfried is presented with many prospective princesses. Although the princesses are worthy of his attention, he cannot stop thinking about Odette. His mother commands him to choose a bride, but he cannot. For the mean time, he satisfies his mother's request by at least dancing with them. While the prince is dancing, trumpets announce the arrival of Von Rothbart. He brings his daughter, Odile, on whom he has cast a spell to appear as Odette. Her beauty captivates the prince as he dances with the imposter. Unbeknownst to Prince Siegfried, the true Odette is watching him from a window. The prince soon confesses his love to Odile, thinking that she is Odette. To Odette’s horror, she flees into the night. Prince Siegfried sees the real Odette fleeing from the window and realizes his mistake. Upon his realization, Von Rothbart reveals to the prince the true appearance of his daughter Odile. Prince Siegfried quickly leaves the party and chases after Odette.

Act IV

Odette has fled back to the lake and joined the rest of the girls in sadness. Prince Siegfried finds them gathered at the shore consoling each other. He explains to Odette the trickery of Von Rothbart and she grants him her forgiveness. It isn’t long before when Von Rothbart and Odile appear in their evil, un-human, somewhat bird like forms. Von Rothbart tells the prince that he must stick to his word and marry his daughter. A fight quickly follows. Prince Siegfried tells Von Rothbart that he would rather die with Odette than to marry Odile. He then takes Odette’s hand and together they jump into the lake. The spell is broken and the remaining swans turn back into humans. They quickly drive Von Rothbart and Odile into the water where they, too, drown. The girls watch the spirits of Prince Siegfried and Odette ascend into the heavens above Swan Lake.

Last sentence in my dissertation...

"It is therefore my belief that, for another movement within art and design to happen, there will need to be an event, which affects the whole world, and touches all the people within it."

I will be so glad when this is over.

Second Chapter to finish...

1000 words to go.

A month of pictures.

There was no point to yesterday.

I wrote my conclusion for my dissertation yesterday, knowing that it wouldn't be amazing or finished, but i shouldn't have done anything.

I was in a massive sleepy haze. Babbling absolute crap.

I don't really know what my total word count is at the moment.

I know i still need to write about 1000 words to go in the second chapter.

as soon as i reach the minimum i think i might just pass out.

So sick of this. I haven't physically left the house in 4 days. I'm going completely insane.

I don't know why i didn't start this before.

Happy Birthday Joe.

Joseph Donald Clarke Baker is 23 today.

I swear he's getting more good looking as he gets older.

It's so gutting that i cant be there for his birthday, but i'll see him soon hopefully.

I really hope so, but its not looking that promising to be honest. EURGH. i miss him so much.

He liked his presents:

Clint Eastwood DVD box-set

Black Squid Ink pasta

Stawbs

Haribo men

T-shirt

and a gay little chime ball.

And my mum gave him an awesome batman card with some money inside. So that can go towards his interface.

I just really hope i can see im soon. Maybe after this stupid dissertation is in.

(Which im having trouble doing right now)

I'm so tired, to the point in considering getting something off kitty or someone to keep me up. I want to go to sleep so much. I just re-read a para graph of what i just wrote and it just doesn't make sense. Like not that the grammar is bad or anything but just like.. thats not relevant, why am i writing that.

Tsskk.

Anyway, I need to get writing if im going to finish it by 00:00 sunday night.

Happy Birthday Joey. I love you. Have a nice relaxing day watching your westerns. x

Now its Saturday..

w.

9.4

My Life.

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I need to stop blogging after midnight, it screws up my days!

Now, to me it's still friday.

I may go to bed now.

(2:09AM)

Me.

This was me this morning. And when i say this morning, i mean this afternoon when i got up.

Lonely.

I miss Joe. Alot.

I slept with the black man last night like it was joe and it was slightly comforting, but then really quite sad to wake up and still be wrapped around him like my life depends on it.

Weird how joe's replacement when i miss him is a big cushion.

Neither of us can afford to go an visit the other, and if we would there is no good time that wouldn't effect our work.

This whole term is going to be awful.

I'm Motivated.

Lets see how long this can last.

Française

Bonjour. Mon nom est Natasha.
Je m'appelle Tash par la plupart des gens. Je suis âgé de 21 ans, aux cheveux roux et les yeux bruns. Je suis assez courte, et je suis decorpulence moyenne. J'aime bien la façon dont je regarde.
Je vis dans une petite maison bleue à Cornwall. Je vis également avec trois autres personnes. Un garçon et deux filles. Nous n'avons pas un jardin à la maison, mais nous avons une fosse peu de béton, ce qui est très agréable en été.
Lorsque l'université finition i, i espoir de passer à Bath, Somerset. J'aitoujours voulu vivre là-bas, et c'est une occasion parfaite. J'étudie actuellement artisanat contemporain à l'Université de Falmouth. Je nepense pas que je vais continuer avec l'artisanat comme une machine,mais je voudrais aller en travail dans une galerie.
J'espère que tout se passe pour moi.

Si tout n'est pas ok, alors ce n'est pas la fin.

I dont actually think i can handle reading through anymore of my dissertation.

Tears were shed.

Joe might as well have asked if i was mentally retarded.

I can't believe how bad i am at writing.

I generally thought my english skills were pretty good.

No.

I am so royally fucked.

By myself.

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It's raining and im procrastinating to an extreme level.

1000 words to write and none so far today. It's getting worse.

I need to go to the post office and send Joe's birthday present. I should have done it yesterday, but i didn't have time in the morning.

Eurgh, im not even really writing anything im just trying to not start work.

Maybe i'll make another cup of tea.

I'v had so many this morning, and iv run out of biscuits. I swear i dont have any blood, its just tea running through my veins.

Anyway. Work.

(Maybe i'll take some pictures of my tea. And go and get some more biscuits instead.)

RCM

So i am now an Artefact Researcher, (Volunteer).

I had a little tour around the museum from a lovely lady named Maggie, and we had about a half hour conversation about my hair colour which was cool.

There are lots of volunteers that actually do main things in the museum, like there were a couple of them down in the basement cataloguing donations of fossils and figuring out what they actually are.

I was quite surprised that it was mainly volunteers and then that there are only a few curators and things like that.

Im excited now though, that i am actually doing something worthwhile rather than just sat in a room with a load of stuff getting dodgy looks from strangers as to whether they can touch it or not.

I am basically going to be working for the revealing collections section and finding out as much information as i can on particular artefacts and then making a file on them.

Its such a good opportunity for my cv, and i can basically keep it going until work gets too heavy.

From Tomorrow.

Tomorrow i have the induction to the Royal Cornwall Museum Truro.

And then from the end of that, i am going home, to work on dissertation.

I have until wednesday the 2nd of february to finish it, and then one day to check it, print it and get it bound, then had it in on the 4th of February, then go out and get so drunk and be happy and do nice stuff that i die of relief before the next big project sets in.

A Night at the Museum.

These are a few of my favourites from the exhibition last night. The quality of the work last night was really great, well done everyone!

Joshua Kerley

Joshua Kerley

Felix McCormack

Rebecca Sims

John Cartwright

Simon Walmsley

Elizabeth Scheller

Final Pieces.

These are my final pieces on display ready for the exhibition, which is now open.

The private view is tomorrow night at 6pm, im just going for the free wine. I had a good presentation with the museum curators today, but it still doesn't cloud the fact that i only got a third for this project. At least my grade isn't on display with them. That would be embarrassing. It is quite comforting to see people's surprised faces when i tell them what i got, which obviously means than they are better than that in the eyes of the people that would actually see them.

This is my new and revised personal statement that will go along side them at the exhibition:

"In the story of Cinderella, the step-sisters mutilate their feet for the promise of a perfect life if they can fit into a tiny glass slipper. How far would you go for the ‘perfect’ body and there-for a ‘perfect’ life. "

Exhibition.

This is what we have been working towards. I will upload photos of some of my favourites in another post. Come along and see if you are in the area.

Tremough Campus, Penryn, Cornwall.