Rejection

The letter arrived from NCAD. We regret to inform you, blah, blah, blah. She was gutted. Art is everything for her and she knows she's good. To have the college tell her the art wasn't up to scratch was a slap in the face. Mammy2 gave her lots of hugs and we told her that it was their loss. I came into the living room this morning to find the letter on the table with F*** U written all over it in black marker. Obviously she was still sore about it. I went back to bed and she followed. She crawled in next to me and Mammy2. She was really pissed off understandably. She's worried that if she doesn't get Dun Laoghaire she won't get anything. We explained that if she doesn't get in this year, she can work the year or do whatever and apply next year. In the meantime she can do a portfolio course or 2 which might help her. She seemed happy enough with that. She started chatting and joking then, the mood improving slightly.

She's very funny, we have this thing where we try to scare each other by doing stupid things. She was trying to think of something to scare me about and she was like "What are adults afraid of? Oh, yeah Tax" She moved on from tax to geeky terms, who knew she could be such a nerd! Infinite loop was another phrase she threw at me. By the time we got up, Mammy2 had added to the letter. Underneath, the lovely expression the kid wrote, she added
"And the horse you rode in on and no luck for it etc" The kid was delighted. She was also chuffed when I told her that we should keep the letter and when she has her first exhibition, we can use that as her first piece. She thinks its an excellent idea.

We tried discussing a present for her 18th, but she won't move from a tatto. I asked her was she going to get our 2 names tatooed on her back. She rolled her eyes. Ah, she was back to her usual surly self. We told her the sister K in Holland was getting Slayer tickets for her bday. Cue lots of squeals and shouts and thank yous and best present EVER. We're all heading shopping next week assuming I get paid for my latest projects. I hope so, as she claims she has no clothes at all. Personally I wouldn't think any of the small items of material she has quantify as clothes but then again what would I know. I'm 'old' apparently. She's heading to a gig in temple bar tonight.

She needed a wallet for her fake ID. I asked her where she got her fake ID from. She gave me a dubious look and told me some guy does them up and did it look authentic. It looked pretty real. I suppose she is 18 in a few months. Jeebus, 18. I'm not sure I can handle her turning 18. I am really starting to feel old. She mentioned her friend Domo or Dogoo was offering sperm to me again. I told her I don't take sperm from 15 year olds. She said he's 17.

Mammy2 has gone to the sisters to watch the rugby. Leinster are in the Heineken Cup Quarter Final so she's off to cheer them off. With the kid leaving, I have the whole apartment to my self for the evening. I have a small bit of work to do, but then its the couch and a dvd. I'm really looking forward to some Shelly time! After the madness of the week, it will be good to do nothing and recharge the batteries.