in which I perpetuate stereotypes
I went to the College of Art today, for the craic (and to give people advice like the benevolent soul I am), and I know that you might want to think the whole thing about art schools being full of unbearable hipsters in terrible clothes and acting so cool is an exaggeration (I like to think this as it’s difficult to believe humanity can be so wrong) but unfortunately I can only confirm it to be true.
Can anyone tell me what the point of massive yellow plastic glasses (oh no) with no freaking lenses is????? Do they spend so much on art supplies they can’t afford mirrors?
I mean I look terrible today because I fell asleep without drying my hair and I woke up late so couldn’t apply even minimal make-up (not that that normally bothers me, but because I’ve been ill my pores have got clogged and ew) but I still managed to put on clothes that don’t make me look like a clown child crossed with Barney the dinosaur finished off with Jack Nance’s hair in Eraserhead.
