I’m a student four days a week for a couple of hours at a time.
Insert studently procrastination activities here, including but not
limited to: borrowing UCL union because my Uni has no union bars
near campus; sitting outside campus with a cigarette staring at the
divorce court opposite in hope of some inspirational drama; working
out whether to use a full rhyme, demi-rhyme or no rhyme; crying
into my fingers two hours before a deadline then pulling something
out of my pirate hat.
Other than that, I’m often to be found in a cheap cafe with a
coffee and busy writing fingers, or in a cheap pub with juice and
busy rolling fingers. If at home, my hands are designated
cat-soothing territory and you have a huge fluffy monster to
circumvent before we can play rock-paper-scissors.
I’m also half heartedly looking for a steady job as I earn my rent
and pocket money through either bizarre smoking-fetish work or
scowling at a camera and trying not to fall out of a tree in
Hampstead Heath stark naked. Although that was just one shoot in
particular, it stuck with me. Lots of anecdotes there...
Aside from that, I dance around my room doing yoga in the middle of
the night. I have long, inane conversations that my conversational
partner and I momentarily believe are pseudo-intellectual, and then
realise the following morning they were just... well, inane. We
have the 'clever' ones in daylight hours. Writing work if any
interest - http://www.chesscakes.deviantart.com
I oscillate wildly between drinking gin like water and praising
Mary-Jane a couple of times a week whilst writing sonnets
frantically and waving my arms around enthusiastically, and going
on periods of tee-total'ness and pulling an all-nighter every other
night in order to write blank verse and be out the house in time to
watch the sun rise from Greenwich Pier or similar places. If you
want to join me for either, ahoy.