i'm sorry

this photo isn't mine; i got it from ..etc. i adore it, such.

i've been in oyonnax, a little town in france since monday. i'm really really unhappy with myself in that i have not taken very many photos at all. needless to say i left the device with which i transfer my photos from the card to the computer in ireland, i think. so. i go to paris on friday and promise that i will not let you down with photos. even in oyonnax. from here on in. photos galore.

perhaps that's why i haven't been myself lately .... lack of photography?

or perhaps, results. tomorrow; all excuses disappear ^^

in the mean time, tell me something about yourself, and read this ... as i will be updating, finally.

biiisouuuuxx.

all of me, is all for you

four more sleeps. no wonder my body doesn't want to fall asleep.

little shadow little shadow
to the night - will you follow me?

i'm exhausted

a thousand thoughts run through my mind
a thousand words that i don't need

today i woke up with chipped nailpolish on my fingernails and the smell of rain in my room. all i want to do is sleep all day with the taste of fresh air around me but the devotion of my time to inking down all my knowledge is a necessity at this moment in time. the aching of my fingers is only rewarded by the constant self reminder that soon enough, it will all be over.

do you notice my fringe? it's both too short and noticably crooked. she fucked up.

why do i keep falling back to you
you're a holy ghost, my mother told me all about you

exams exams exams exams exams exams

run, run, run away
lost, lost, lost my mind

i'm trying to teach myself how to braid, and usually end up with strange outcomes, such as this one. i'm starting to worry now, about not having enough time to do everything i want to. i need more time to prepare, but i can't figure out where to find it. imagine, that one of the treasures in the ocean was a bottle of time. i'd surely like the map, please.

someone's always someone elses one

drawing mushrooms. my mother says i'm screwing things up, conversations consist of being told just how much i'm going to be shit at life. but i think that sometimes the results of things i do are nice. there's a pattern in my life, repeating itself everyday. i always know about the things trying to be kept from me, and i don't even try to. i'd rather not know. i'd rather people didn't refer to me as an animal and i would rather not receive subtle hints in study period. i would rather devote free time to a little careless dancing, but the housework is more important. i want to ignore the complications, i want to live surrounded by all things green. i would like to develop a liking to mushrooms, but i've found myself too stubborn, too lazy to try.

sunshine, springtime, take me away...

Exams have commenced.

And although exam block ends on Monday, exams continue beyond that, so I have a lot of study ahead of me. But I'm sure I'll survive, my lucky pen will get me through it.

Me and this pen, we will go far.

I learnt something about myself today.

For those of you who have read the series of unfortunate events, of which the Baudelaire orphans suffered far too long - this will sound oddly familiar to you.

I really cannot concentrate with my hair down. It tickles my neck and rubs in my eyes, its like i am over sensitised to every whisp of hair and they're all trying to play hide and seek in my ears and the hollow of my neck, trying to blend in with my eyelashes.

So I have to snatch them all up and gather them together in a tight knot at the top of my head. Everything seems so my better this way, I can see everything so much more clearly.

Perhaps I should rename myself Violet.

Oh, if only I were as intelligent as she.