Embrace the Martian

So here I am. Hello. My name is Amy Prescott and contrary to popular belief, I am not a farmer.

I guess I should begin with some honesty; how I got to where I am right now. This time last year, I hated where I was, I hated what I was doing and to be honest, I just wanted to sleep. I was frustratingly uninspired. I finished my second year just wanting to graduate. I can tell you from experience it's a horrid place to be. I couldn't understand it. Picking up a pencil was always what I had done by instinct, now I wanted to snap the bastard in half and stamp on it.

So summer came and went. To put it bluntly, it was awful. The worst of my life for various reasons that if you ask, I may tell but most likely won't. You could always try though. September comes knocking at my door and I don't want to answer. I wasn't prepared and the work I produced from September to December probably reflected this. "Things" where still happening and admittedly, it was incredibly hard to focus on pretty colours so on and so forth.

Then something switched. I have no idea what it was; perhaps my own foot went up my own arse or perhaps my brain finally kicked into gear and told me to stop feeling so fucking sorry for myself. It's only now that I have eight weeks left that I am truly starting to have a bit of a larf. I love what I'm doing and I'm seeing the lifestyle that I want. I don't want to be an office monkey. I would quite literally rather pour corrosive liquids into my eyes while eating guacamole and having my toenails nibbled off by AIDs infected kittens. So in short, whatever happened, it worked. Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger an' all that bollocks.

So here I am. Hello. My name is Amy Prescott and after a brief separation I have reconciled with Graphic Design and I never want to leave him again.