beautious dress!!! hurah hurah hurah
is red and nice and goodly and better then chocolate.. wait pictures
hurah

poor me

burnt my finger, it hurts

lots

: )

replaced pictures

the picture of the emins thingie, can ye see the picture now? silly tripod people

somthing else i saw and liked

hm back again.. too much work means no blogging sadly.
heres something i rather like that iv found. is by ford maqdox brown, a pre-raphaelite painter (the pre-raphaephites where a group of student rebels who were pissed off with the boring art around when they were learning, so they caused alot of upset etc.. quite cool really) i like this, i am obviously a foolish romantic but this is sweet, think it captures that feeling well. and the story. o its romeo and juliet, i told u i was a foolish romantic.

this is by tracy emin, shes one of the influences for art art project and am writing her up atm, found this and really liked it, kinds struck a chord. is bout a realtionship she had. dunno resonated for me. thought id show u chaps, gain pologies for lack of posting of late.

how i am in short:
work
bottled
struggling
'fine'
scared
polite
enjoying escaping
time wasting

happy then : )

wouldnt that be an ironic last post?
lol
rah so much work, so little time applied to it
rah
if uv ever been bored enough to search hmm on google image u would have been surprised and shocked to find that the first image was porn. shocking no?
further evidence google is evil

*evil laughing*

oo so ha robin
so have made it more than two months
so ha
ha ha
haaaa

dressing up

arent u intruiged by how you could be anyone you wanted to be if u made the effort, if u met a new sphere of people then you could be anyone. its not that hard to act, make a new name, new personality, make a back story. could be fun. tho isolating i geuss.

was listing to a drama on the marvy radio four about a guy that was too nice to people to dump them, so he had 3 dif long term partners and children with two of them. and to each he was a dif person because when he'd met them he just slipped into who they wanted him to be. the premiss being he was actualy quite personalityless. was really interesting, and quite amusing. but yeah, you could be anyone, if u wanted/tried. i could probs effectively pretend for a day or so that i was Sheril, a beauitition concerned only with men, nails and gossip. provided with the right garbe.

i like the idea of dressing up/pretending to be soemone else/acting i geuss.. like the idea of having some dressing up clothes with u, e.g. a fur shrug and big sun glasses that transformed u into looking like someone very dif. did this in photography, a girl had come into model for a fellow student.. bring these thing with her, so i poped them on whilst she was having her makeup done, was very amusing to see how dif people reacted and they notices at dif times. lol

i like that kind of thing.
also the whole over dressing for everyday.. like not quite ball desses cos ur then deemed as mad, but formal, would be fun. could do dif time periods etc.. lol, these thoughts amuse me. think i shall wear a dress for school. maybe warm up with devo or just seeing robin.

have discoered that several people wear their ball gowns/siuts around the house - ellen and ben j so that i have realised so far. hehe, i do this too, very statifying

rah! why is it so hard???

ok so for my RS alevel am doing religious experience and HW was to find examples of dif experiences. i was kinda stoked cos i like this bit of rs and is cool to find out about dif experices of God. but rah! google hates me. have typed in a variety of 'religious experince example' based searches and have found only two, in pages and pages. its all debaet about the nature of them not examples. we were warned not to look at sensationalist American sites etc, as they may not be accuate, but i havnt even come across them, would be happy with them atm, cos they atleast would have SOMETHING. rah indeed.

the language is so impenetratable! i swear they are speaking some kind of hybrid theological accademia english that only the elite can understand

rah this is fruitless

any suggestions of sites, or better phrases to search for greatly welcomed. rah

mm good, odd, good day

mm, good day.

started early and with qutie alot of preening which is a bit silly. bathed, moisterised, dressed, reconsidered, redressed, made the best sandwich in the world and caught a bus. at this point i was going to cardiff, with my lovely bf. but he apparently had dif plans, which i only discovered once on the bus.

fun but

so i get to darling robins
and sulk
and complain
and cajole (how du spell that eh?)
and be grumpy
and complain more
and be upset
but no
robin has other plans
tho only based on lack of comunication.
but rah, still upset me and he would not go against his previous plans (be touched barrie, he likes u chaps)

so i was grumpy. alot.
but my sulk was hard to maintain, was a very hardcore sulk.
so i was pursuaded to stay for lunch and as it was unusually sunny (i didnt say anything about summer comming honest, so its not my fault if it rains for the rest of forever) we went outside and lay on the trampoline in robins garden for 2/3 hours. very lush (tho cold and hot at the same time, was insania) just being, and being warm, and being with robin. was so peaceful and lush : )
so was a happy bunny

then good food (toasties are the best food in the world. ever),
ent stage left some of robins friends, that hid i think, tho was assured they were giving us space cos their nice, jury may still be out, but am inclined to agree. so we ignored robin's hareem as they were described by lois (he and indeed he), was confused by barrie, who hid. confusingly. the 2 secs i saw him for he seemed very nice, gave off an air of iv got a girl friend, hurah hurah, had neuances of have alot of work, but heyho, lets partay, and body language which told my astute senses 'buy me a talk-box, buy me a talk-box buy me a talk box' so i feel it was fruitful meeting.

then for the part id least looked forward to, going home as i had nothing to entertain me.

but this is where the story gets interesting.
1st - found a nice mirror with some rubbish left outside a house, so i comandered it. hurah. but now im walking from adh to clifton down with a long mirror under my arm. and i can only surmise this is why my journey got far more interesting.
2nd i was followed by a drunk for a while, who was loudly exclaiming on the good points of being pissed and why he liked it so much. fun. so i walked at a delibate not running but as near as pos pace away, he followed. was afeard so thought id nip into charity shop to buy the skirt i desired and where he could not follow.
3rd i nip in as planned, hurah have lost our friend. then have the fun of asking them to look aft my mirror whilst i look round. not remarkable event tho.
4th buy a rahter nice skirt
5th have my own complimented on, again pleasent things but not remarkable.
6th on exiting a stanger starts talking to me, im sure only based on my carrying of a large piece of decorative furniture, we start to chat. she was happy, that was nice, she liked painting. great. training to be a medic, but didnt enjoy it but wanted to travel the world helpign people. so cool. she hoped id have a good day. strange convo no?
7th then upon waiting to alight the bus, an old man felt nec to tell me, 'mirror, mirror on the wall, who is tha fairest of teh all? you are my dear.' wuh?

i say to all of my journey with the mirror - wuh?

strange no?

this is long huh
nto terribly hintersting

got back, did work in sunny garden, had fab curry for dinner and the best biscuit in the world. good stuff eh?