bete noire.

making some pretty scary decisions about my future right now that i probably should've had the guts to make two years ago. i think i'm tired of pretending that spending another three years on a degree i'm beginning to resent is a good idea and is all going to work out okay. no, i think i'm doing what's going to make me happy for once, instead of trying to please other people. i am not a failure, i'm tired of having my creativity bounded by the restraints of insipid mediocrity; continuous essays, written exams, lectures, tutorials i've no interest in and will never have. time to compile the hundreds of sketches i drew all over lecture notes and text books for a good purpose. time to be a little badass and hedonistic with my brand new shiny sewing machine in tow. kiss my christopher kane covered ass, university of strathclyde.