sun sun sun, all over our bodies, all down my neck, so what the heck

While it might not be evident in the picture, I am raining sweat and boiling like anything as a result of the typical 40 degree Australian heat.

I have spent the past few days sunbaking, god knows why because I'm not really into doing things like that usually.

I know that a '"tan" is skin cells in trauma, that the brownness comes only with black, dead cells being burnt to a crisp under the surface.

I do not intend for the following to sound bitchy.

I don't think a blog is supposed to be about blogging itself. The best blogs around are interesting people blogging about themselves and the things they do in their day to day lives, both the usual and the unusual. But when you're comprising you life in order to further the success of your blog's, is that really what you want to spend your life doing? Sure it's cute and fun to be dressing up in all the most brilliant gear in the world and swanning about in a thousand and one brands, but how long can that go on for?

Well I failed, didn't I? That paragraph sounds terrible and I'm not trying to take a swipe at anyone in particular. I understand that blogging can be a job. It just shouldn't infringe on your life. Then again what would I know?

Mixed media

A work on brown paper from deviant art. Both works happen to come off that site. And if i wasn't such a technological lazyass I'd work out who actually made them and link it.

Finally gotten myself to start reading some books again, this wasn't high priority or anything but I have to say Stephen King knows how to write. This is the first book of his that I've read and he does horror well. The Shining is one of my favorite films. "'Salem's Lot" is about real vampires, not the teenage, man model types who make grown women swoon but the ones who are put on earth to do what they're supposed to. To suck your blood.

And it fucking kicks ass. The end.

i see you

A random photo of some of my jewelery, just because.

I plan on making a dress with this material. I could spend a million years in Spotlight and never get bored, but it's more the possibility of what I could do with the material more than anything. My sewing skills are basic and my perception of fitting and lengths is abysmal.

These are some new outfit posts. I haven't really done any in a while. I am finally on a break from uni, for two weeks at least. I must admit I get some inexplicable kind of pleasure from wearing random things. I came out of the house with the knee high socks and black brogues on and it was like when I first started this kind of thing all over again. In the city, no one really takes notice of what you're wearing, it's irrelevant but back here, oh the looks themselves are worth the effort of getting dressed. And I'm not even wearing anything that outrageous.

Man, I really have to fix this blog layout. It looks shizenhouse.

I was a dancer all along

The Twilight New Moon Soundtrack is pretty great, it's the Triple J feature album this week, a testimony to both the J's and the music producers of the film.

I cannot wait until exams are over. It will be sweet, sweet freedom soon enough. And then summer is here!

I used to do this type of art a lot more when I was in high school, it's so much fun. I just don't like how people buy things they don't really like that much, just so that they can say that they have them. It doesn't make sense. Especially when the right to brag about possessing something costs in excess of eighty dollars.

I'll never take any pictures cause I know I'll just be right back

It's the beauty of confession
In the sound when the levees break
And all the air is wrong, wrong

Butterflies, gravity, pulls me into
anticipate offers, touch sweet and so new

When I go to bed
How can I fall asleep at night
How will I rest my head?
Oh I'm scared of the middle place
Between light and nowhere
I don't want to be the one
Left in there

I never thought you could leave me, I figured I was the one
but I understand your sadness so I guess I should just hold my tongue.

Oh we dream a life
It was just like, was like that
And just like that, and just like that it's done.

I wanna live where the sun comes out

The deliciousness pictured above is a model named Josh Beech.

Poladroid is one of the best inventions ever.

I went shopping in Sydney the other morning. I bought some basics and a skirt from a store that I had never happened upon before.

These are my sandals. I'll be totally frank, they're only from Target. So you can imagine my surprise when a girl chased me out of my tutorial to question me about where I acquired them. What I don't like about them is that they were named Pompeii. Maybe it's just a personal thing.

Here are some shots from my room.

i'm not saying it was your fault, although you could have done more

Who am I to say your life is worse than mine? How do I even evaluate a statement of that calibre? What, I say my life is better because I have physical items which you do not? A status that you can't lay claim to? An environment which you can never hope to experience, much less inhabit?

Why should I feel superior in comparison to others? Do I have this right? What has conditioned me into thinking I should be allowed these kinds of opinions?

Why did I almost go through a whole year, before I began to ask questions again?

Please let this be my awakening.

don't waste your time on me, you're already the voice inside my head

Hmmmm, this blog needs a little sprucing up. If I'm going to bother continuing, I think the look needs a little bit of a spring clean. These imminent changes may or may not be related to my recent haircut.

Please go and play with Yearbook Yourself. Procrastination with a result, hahahaha.

I would really like a new header. All it needs is the words 'awkward digressions' somewhere. I'll take a look at all the entries and change the colour scheme/ layout to suit. Send all entries to pretty--in--pink@hotmail.com

Toodles!

I'd do everything for you, I did everything for you

More mail!! Once again from the lovely Steph. This Sufjan Stevens song 'For The Widows in Paradise' is utterly captivating, just a plucked banjo and his soft crooning voice.

I am studying for Chinese at the moment, our exam is on Wednesday which happens to coincide with a strike but luckily for us this change won't affect us in the slightest. Test wise at least.

Summer is here! I hope you all have a nice day

Oh, what melody will lead my lover from his bed?

Well I have returned home and come to realisation that it is already halfway through my final session of my first year of uni. For those who are completely confuzzled by that, I am pretty much three quarters of the way through. It was strange this time, I actually wanted to come home for a while. But I know that home will almost nearly always be visiting, rather than staying permanently place now.

The first day back, I picked up some really neat things, like a bikini from Hotel Bondi Swim, which is a cute Australian swimwear line. I also got a tie-dyed cotton dress and an oversized panda t-shirt.

Here is a shot of the top I found at the Glebe markets, which I neglected to post last time. I'm wondering how it was originally worn and by who. That's the beauty of second hand clothing.

My friend Steph over the other side of the globe sent us an awesome parcel, filled with clothes and an assortment of American treats!! It's so much fun, getting mail.

I can't wait to see 500 Days of Summer, with Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Zooey Deschanel. It looks delectable.

The first two images are from Deviants, click the picture to go straight to their pages. The final image is by Russian American artist Nikolai Fechin, who had a wonderfully unique style.

I'm going back to college on Sunday, for the last part of the session. I never really thought that so much could happen in the space of a year. Oh what an ambiguous sign off...

Typing letters to the dead. Late at night on a closed piano lid

We went to the Glebe Markets on Saturday. Tori was optimistic that it would reach 28 degrees but Sam and I had our doubts, mainly because it had rained last time we'd attempted this trip/ Surely enough, the day began with a bout of raininess but by midday the sun was in full swing and we'd already forgotten about that biting chill known as winter.

I was relatively well behaved in terms of purchases but I most certainly intend on returning to these markets once again. Tori was the tour guide and took us through Newtown, giving us her funny little opinions along the way.

There was an accordion player at the markets, playing a Turkish march and Sam told me about the Five Boroughs and Coney Island. I just finished watching "Paris Je Taime", a film consisting of a bunch of shorts by a variety of directors all tied by the central theme of 'love'. A similar concept is currently being filmed in the US called "New York, I Love You" with 5 different stories being told, each in a different borough.

I envisage myself drifting off to sleep in lectures tomorrow.

I was looking through some of my photos from Ball just then and I couldn't decide which ones to post, but I'll add them later. But here is my being the classy person that I am, pulling a godawful expression which is thank heavens partly concealed by the camera.

Put on Lady Sovereign's 'So Human' which covers The Cure's 'Close To Me', close your eyes and dance wild dervishes around the living room. I dare you.