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Professional file DONE.
Wrote up all the visits I've been on, the stuff with Mr. Can't Be Bothered Keeping Appointments, and filled a couple of folders with internet crap and business cards and stuff I picked up at the Annecy Animation Festival.

They'd better be happy with it. It looks big enough anyway.

My printer is still cacked so I'm here running El Mac up and downstairs to the family printer which isn't. Sigh.

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Damn buses. Damn damn damn.
Damn tutors. Ditto.
Went in to drop off my professional folder - think I've done as much as at least some of the others so that's okay. Waited and waited for tutors, gave up in the end and left it with the lads to hand in. They'd better have remembered, that's all I'm saying. Or I'll have to kill them.
Then went for bus.
And waited.
And waited.
Some guy from the bus station eventually came out to tell everyone what was up.

They'd lost track of the buses.
Excuse me, BWUH?
How do you lose a bus? Did it make a break for freedom? Did it get hijacked by crazies making a statement about public transport? Did it drive into a black hole? Did it get stuck in a freaking tree? Did it go off to the Lost Island? (...damn, I knew that guy I saw looked like Hurley. I should've taken that as an omen.)
And when we finally got a replacement it kicked me out at the far end of the village. Sigh.

It's not waiting I mind, it's waiting and not knowing how long I have. Hell, I could've walked home in the time it took in the end. Or hung around in college, or gone hog the 360 in Gamestation for a bit, anything! But no...

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Student summer ball tonight. (Hence the fake tan debacle.) Dragged out the same old dress I usually do for these things. And will probably be forced into makeup.
No matter what, I am drawing the line before eyeliner, mascara or lipstick is involved. I think I'm gonna have to compromise on the foundation though. Because OMGacne. Which is really Not That Bad but you try convincing Mum that.

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College just sent me a letter saying I hadn't paid my studio fees and that they were very angry. When, y'know, they'd never told me when to pay them in the first place. I never had a chance to pay them when I enrolled, everything was just a fuss, and I never got told otherwise, but now they're sending scary letters... rang them up to pay OK but still, grr.