“I have forced myself to contradict myself in order to avoid conforming to my own taste.”

 

 

In my perfect, although self admittedly within my own quixotic hallucination ideal of a reality, realm I'd draw evil animals whilst sipping on endless cups of tea (think of those lame timtam advertisements circa 2000). Evidently, for anyone who knows me reading this perhaps cringing, or smirking right now, it's more an akin-dream like ideological statement bearing little, to no, sense of the utilitarian nature of my animate existence within prominent society. I'd anticipated four long months off university, but now I'm questioning if I even want to go back. A degree in dictated design which will undoubtedly transform me into some kind of fallow corporate logo designing zombie manifestation. Sometimes (all the time), I wonder if I would have been content with my expensive, bond-printed, piece of paper (degree) in Gender studies. Although, I know that I read enough fem(c)literature to be a self-asserted feminist, the idea of finishing a degree in design at Wollongong is disturbing. So I'm fishing, one more year at Wollongong, then (attempt) transfer to design heaven (UTS), or find myself a sweet internship with a magazine - finish my degree - conform - spew - die - sighz.