Me drinking tea by Sophie D! 

Hiii. (I can’t be bothered to take a less ogre-ish photobooth).

I have committed the ill-deed of making another zine. Sadly due to the escalating costs of printing and postage last time I won’t be sending out any physical copies but you can download it via the big yellow button on my photoblog. (I email it directly to you!)

Also, (assuming I’ve avoided keeling over from stress) after tomorrow I will be free from education for at least five whole months hip hip hurruhhhh!!

me and my boy just hanging out with the wood-burning stove part II /caught-in-the-rain-hair-and-a-cardigan-my-grandmother-knitted edition 

(aka being majorly out-babed by a cat called Dog) (see other)

me and my boy just hanging out with the wood-burning stove 

Bon soir, not that any of these cringe-worthy photobooth abominations convey it (and crikey why didn’t notice quite how much forgoing all war paint except lipstain makes me look like an Elizabethan ghoul??) but today I endured banal interrogation and a soundtrack of Justin Timberlake & The Sugababes in order to have my unruly mane tamed, shame there’s no one around to appreciate the novelty of it’s poker-straight-silkness or to watch the documentary about the Great Barrier Reef with…

I have a squillion things to talk about but can’t seem to procure any words to type other than thingyummies and nonsense best kept for somewhere where my incessant whittering won’t bother innocent bystanders.

Let me just bid this post (probably shortly to be scheduled for demolition) adieu by saying I hope you are all hunky dory and that your 2012’s are going swimmingly thus far.

X

Me and Florence being scary girls by Rebecca (shove off Christmas I wish it could be halloween everyday)

(Source: rebeccalily)

Hello, I officially have the best mum ever! She sent me an early Halloween parcel including cobweb candles, ‘spooky’ sherbet, a green facemask and a ‘munchkin pumpkin’!!

I can’t decide whether to dress up as a killer bee (climbing inside a painted Chinese lampshade+fangs+deeley boppers), or try and be Beetlejuice Lydia/Veronica Sawyer or stop drawing attention to the fact I’m never going to be as hot as Winona and be a generic corpse/witch thing. In other news;

• in order to avoid being mistaken for an overgrown child I have to team my dungarees (which I totally sewed my swimming patch onto) with slightly indecent vampirish garments underneath, although if child fares are actually a possibility I am switching back to the highland cow t-shirt in a flash.
• I didn’t go into uni today because it took an obscene amount of bouncing on my bed to Weezer before I stopped wanting to die and anyway I am about a trillion times more productive whilst wearing men’s tartan pyjamas. 

this photo is amusing because I’m pretty sure my face doesn’t look that bad

yfrancesco-romita:

Phoebe’s birthday surprise. 

here is me grinning like a maniac and brandishing a knife on my birthday (by Yuichi!)

Hello here is a picture of Tom and me (looking sulky and like my legs are attempting to tie themselves in knots) 

Today I had a thoroughly horrible day but then I climbed to the top of this abandoned car park and nearly got pneumonia watching everyone in London gradually turn their lights on and now I am wearing an antique kimono and a t-shirt with a narwhal on it and drinking green tea with strawberry and feeling much better 

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii again (excuse my post-shower-pony-tail). My room is slowly beginning to feel more higgledy piggledy and homely even though I still have a bazillion more things to pin up and various sly plans such as curtain replacement to carry out.  

In other news I finally have my sweet baby macbook back so I posted some photos of London so far here. 

Apologies for epic brain spillage and documenting of questionable material possessions post;

I went to Rome and collected some more freckles. (Impatient flood of predictably unremarkable photos here in un momento) 

I’m not particularly relishing being home but there’s no time for post-holiday blues because I’m moving to London on Saturday!!! I think the word ‘finally’ might be the biggest underestimation possible, I’ve wanted to pretty much since I was living seven hours away and my dad brought me a Jubilee extension project t-shirt home when he was working on Canada Water, it went down to my shins then and now it leaves me at risk of catching a kidney cold.

In other thrilling news my spectacles make me look like a stern librarian or some kind of language teacher whose only source of fun is conjugating erratic verbs or just a more than slightly unfortunate character from a Harold Pinter play, my shirt has fish and cocktails and islands on it, my grandmother gave me her AFGA isolate camera and my shoes are an acceptable level of clompy.

Anyway, I need to make the most of the sea and fresh air and figure out exactly how many books is too many books to lug up the M23.