Reverse Iramatic Drony

- when you are wearing the shirt that you wore to sleep the night before to dinner

- you insert small messages into your art which nobody will ever find out about

- when you talk to yourself late into the evening at school

Maurizio Savini

i love you, let's go to sleep

I think that people should stop complaining about what Miss Universe Australia has decided to wear for her national costume and instead do something for poor kids living in poverty, or stop whaling, or saving the environment.

This is it by the way. I actually think it's amazing. The swimsuit is hand-painted by an aboriginal artist, the skirt is really cool. The high-heeled ugg boots are quite weird but they suit I guess.

Do I sound really hypocritical here?

Observe:

- The younger people at school sound like cartoon characters.

- I was in a bad mood because I thought that it'd be nice to try it out.

- People who arrange the numbers on their letterbox in a diagonal fashion bemuse me.

- Torturing yourself in petty ways is good for the soul.

- Odd numbers were always better than even (with exceptions).

a disappointing story for you all

the absolute worst horrible thing ever happened today

i had an excursion (field trip) to see some motivational speakers in the city

so i go to cross training for rowing in the morning before school, that's all cool

then at the end of cross training, Meg our director says to us, just casually:

"Oh by the way, the All Blacks are here from 10am"

WHAT WHAT WHAT

the one day i'm not at school

the ALL BLACKS are there

and they were training at my school

and everyone got to see them

:(

i find that really sad cause i am kiwi and care

some people here don't even know who the all blacks are

that's quite sad too

For Good Measure

Your Bathroom Habits Say You're Selfish

You Are 28% Obsessive

Your Mind is 72% Cluttered

You Are A Night Person

You Are Unfocused And Depressed

happiness is a warm gun

So Brigitte, if we did that thing we were talking about just before,,

it would be a bit like:

WIFE SWAP

I quite like that show :)

Andd since Callum did not win Masterchef Tony Abbott must beat Julia Gillard with her massive earlobes, which I hadn't actually noticed till someone pointed them out to me.

One Can:

Never really be busy unless they don't have time to write a blog post. Ergo - I am not really that busy. Work to do anyway.

Blargh.

Am I in a bad mood because I'm tired, or am I tired because I'm in a bad mood?

I like to plan evil spite ploys against people I don't like.

When I'm alone in my room, I still feel embarrassed when Mariah Carey pops up on shuffle.

The name Dywane reminds me of turtles.

Okay okay, bye.

lucy in the sky with diamonds

If you haven't noticed, I'm going through a Beatles phase right now. Not really a phase but I've just been listening to them a lot even though I don't have many albums.

What's your favourite Beatles album? Song?

(Please tell cause then I'll download it :)

And also, I watched the movie I am Sam. Saddest thing EVER. I don't actually cry in movies but I sort of cried in that. So I recommend you watch it :)

Brigitte, do you name your instruments?

monday, no?

i thought that it was tuesday today, but it's actually monday.

i thought that i was tired, but i'm actually really tired.

i thought that i was supposed to be using lower case and only lower case letters today, but i kind of forgot until now.

i thought that i looked serious when playing the violin, but apparently i look cute (ugh).

i thought that today's blog post was going to be like this, i was right.

revolution

things I'm scared of

- cracking, popping joints. (my thumb is cracking right now and i'm having panic attacks)

- hot ovens

- hot pots and pans

- walking around after dark

- diving boards (not that i swim)

- performing, public speaking, etc

that's it i think :) i'll add when i think of more

me and my monkey

Tony Abbott for prime minister

Callum Hann for masterchef

Zombies! Aliens! Vampires! Dinosaurs!

(Listening to poppy techno music calms me down).

Anyway, I need to keep reminding myself that even though I'm very busy - there is still time. That doesn't mean that I should be wasting time per se, but shouldn't think that my life is based on a corny time glass with fine grains of sand to determine how the world revolves. Just because one deadline may seem more important than the other two, it doesn't mean that I should be just spending time on one. Instead, split it up rather evenly and everything gets finished on time. It's not possible to spend all of my time, putting all of my energy into one thing. Balance is kind of screwed,

(Really, it must the impending repetition).

One Will:

Always feel the most confused when waking up from an unscheduled fallasleep.

blackbird fly

Sometimes you just look around and think, none of this is natural. Buildings and cars and traffic lights. Grass, but cut into oval shapes and spray painted. Trees growing in between concrete paths. Sitting at a desk, typing, you can see everything that isn't meant to be here. Life would be so much better living in a wood house in the forest, and running around with wolves.

Look up at the sky, there's a full moon tonight :)

_preview

Now, I obsess in three week chunks.

(Joy, why don't you like Cousins? I'm going to participate in lifeinaday, you should too!).

cousins

http://www.google.com.au/intl/en/landing/youtube/lifeinaday/

This looks interesting but I'm not doing anything special tomorrow, and I hate the song by Vampire Weekend.

I should be writing more

Um um ummmmm

I'm going skiing this sunday which I'm really not looking forward to

The Thing Is That

You can't make everybody happy.

cody

I wish my dog could be little and cute again. But I still think he's the most gorgeous dog that ever lived.
And it's funny how you google 'prettiest dog in the world' and it comes up with that ugly hairless thing.

You Look Like You Could Use Some Help

I am minding my own business, stressing about writing out a brief for my dreaded two week deadline. Suddenly, that stupid squiggly green line popped up on a very convoluted sentence I just typed up. I decide to right-click it and see what was wrong, oh - it's that silly 'fragment (consider revising)' thing which comes up all the time when I click 'grammar'. As I'm about to click 'ignore' for the nth time, I decide to take a risk and click 'explain...'.

I heard a swooshing sound and a paperclip in the form of a motorbike careened up the small pad of refill.

Oh my god, it is clippy.

Well, clippy to me, is like...time management. I hear about it all the time, I read about it...but I never see it. So, I was just staring at my laptop...kind of, gaping at this smirking little paperclip. He tells me about fragments and how I have to add a subject or a verb if I want my sentence to be complete. I think to myself that my sentence is complete anyway because it has a verb - but I decide to trust the wisdom of this piece of office paraphernalia at the corner of my screen.

Yes Mr Clippit, I still have Microsoft Word 2003 - ergo, you will always be there to scare me when I least expect it.

minutes

1 COMMENTS:

Brigitte said...

you don't know how much I like that new google search bar (:

JULY 20, 2010 5:48 PM

Naww. You know, I thought we always had one. I remember putting one on the blog. But then when I went to search for something, it wasn't there :(

But I'm glad you like it :D

You know, I should do something. I should sit down and write a proper post that doesn't include lyrics or questionnaires or stupid bits of conversation to Brigitte. Or I should go and make something. Or practise guitar or something constructive (I just tried to spell guitar with a q). But no, I'm on my laptop checking facebook and stalking people who I've never talked to. And listening to songs about babies and trees and turtles. And it's now 7pm and I have done pretty much nothing.

/rant

She begins her very vague rant about things in second person:

You are stressed, maybe you do not deserve to be stressed as you don't exactly have a lot on your plate right now. It's kind of knowing that you can do something, but can't anyway - and no matter what happens, you lose sleep anyway. And when you lose sleep, you end up becoming more stressed as your brain does not happen. You are typing on your laptop in your dark room, not because you like the dark (it's kind of scary), but because you feel that you are too stressed to walk three metres across your room to turn on the light. You have two and a half weeks, and not much determination - that was already used up on being stressed. It's kind of like a sadistic form of metacognition, instead of thinking about thinking, you are stressing about stressing. It's focusing on the fact that you procrastinate so much, that you end up doing nothing. It's not procrastinating, it's thinking about procrastinating which ends up in the same result anyway. And maybe it isn't as bad as it seems, yes...you have to get up early tomorrow, but that means you're moving forward - oh shit, that means that you have less time to meet your deadline. It also happens that after this deadline, there's another deadline two weeks after that. And you stress about time management, which you claim to be quite poor at. Maybe that is true. Or maybe it is true dependent on the fact that you stress about how poor your time management, wasting all the time in which you could have been spending productively. It takes you half a day to write a to-do list, and another half to revise it. What gives? Then you berate yourself for even repeating the same mistake you make every time, which you don't really learn from. It isn't as deep as it sounds, quite mundane really. You just don't know. You say that you don't know because you actually do know, but you don't want to face it. You procrastinate at the thought process of why you don't learn from thinking about procrastinating and stressing about time management instead of actually using your time more productively. The dark is sure scary, which is why you avoid it almost all of the time. The dark, as well as being literally scary, is also something which doesn't really make sense. And you hate it when things don't make sense, but you choose not to really do anything about for the aforementioned reasons. The dark is when things go ignored, and things become slightly obsessive. That's not healthy. Again, you berate yourself for going about your unhealthy ways, you should really be considering changing things. But change is scary and you feel quite comfortable where you are. You fear that horrible cycle you are aware of - where you appreciate things once they are gone. Maybe there is an exception to that cycle, but you are sure that that has only happened a couple of times. It's still very dark and your laptop screen is too bright. You could very well sleep now, but you know that won't come to any good. In chamber orchestra this morning, the smell of wetsuits was around. You're still wondering about that, but can't really be bothered to come up with a solution. Yeah, you can't be bothered. You should be ashamed of yourself. And yes, you're going slightly mad.

She wonders whether she should post this, but does anyway.

wasting time

Everybody thinks that everybody knows about everybody else, nobody knows anything about themselves cause they're all worried about everybody else.

Love's just a waste of our energy and this life's just a waste of our time.

I thought this was a pretty photo

not a post but..

brigitte!

i dreamt about you last night

and also the blog

probably the first time i dreamt about the blog. which is exciting of course

so anyway in my dream: brig posted on the blog about the time she killed her border collie puppy many years ago, but she didn't say how. she wrote it brigitte-style, you know. and i read it and i was like :( :( :( then i saw brigitte, we were at one of our houses and we climed under a fence to the beach (i don't know if i'm just making this up but i think this happened) and then we were in town. and i asked her about the post and i said "how did you do it" and she said "oh with a hammer you know".

:|

anyway, i know that brigitte would never hurt an innocent animal like that, so that was just a dream

a really cool way

so i had a look around yahoo(!) answers under the visual arts categories:

- what's a really cool way?

- do these carvings look evil?

- what is that word on the sharpie marker?

- whats the best photography camera i can get?

then i realised that i ask myself these kind of questions (sans photography) on a daily to weekly basis - but that doesn't mean that i go around asking people on the internet.

[funny/mundane fact: i have a filing obsession]

okay so...

this is what the dress looks like, i thought i should show you

if you look to the top left corner you can see jack johnson, he likes to watch me when i sleep

10:04 PM

I need to be in bed now, but blog 365 still tops that in my priority list.

My Priority List:

1. The internet

2. Checking my email

3. Late night chats

4. Burning impulses

5. Taking photos

6. Sleep

7. Homework

Speaking of homework, I have school tomorrow - which I feel rather indifferent about.

Anyhow, goodnight.

[fun/mundane fact: I change the time on every single post of mine to New Zealand time because our blog is set to some odd country...]

i made a dress

found some nice questions in the 'gender and women's studies' section of yahoo answers

why are some feminists chunky with bold heads?

which is bigger: a pea or a woman's brain?

i thought we were supposed to move forward, so why the hell are women still allowed to drive?

"and when she'll open her eyes there'll be no surprise that she'll grow to be so beautifully just like her mother that's carrying"

these are a few of my favourite things

sorry about the INCREDIBLY crappy photo (webcam of course), but this is my photo wall and it is a lot bigger than it looks. i just made it :) seriously though, it looks tiny in this photo, i wonder why

anyway here's a list of what to think about if you're ever feeling sad, if you happen to be my clone

my favourite things

- rowing in the morning

- a full moon

- food

- sleeping

- acoustic music

- my dog

- the smell of jasmine

- good movies

- track pants

- daffodils

i know i've left stuff off this list so i'm probably going to come back and edit it, even though no one will read it after that

Chicken Broth

I went out for dinner today.

Whoaaa. Wait. What the hell is that? Yeah, it is a chicken head. And yes, I did put it on my plate. After disapproving looks (I think) from dinner guests, this chicken head was on the handle of my spoon, dipping into my tea cup.

Then, that kind of happened.

And then, we left. I looked through the window to see the next group going in to eat. The couple looked at our table, whispered in each other's ears and then looked back at the table. I was kind of laughing like I had killed a farm of chickens, or something manic like that.

They must have:

a) thought that it might've been some kind of special chicken broth

b) been disgusted by a very sick joke

c) felt that the chicken had a very traumatic death

d) lost their appetite

e) all of the above

Potentially e).

Sorry..

Cheating?

And now my friends: is where I hack blog 365.

I'll edit this later.

EDIT: Not to be annoying, but I technically did post this before midnight, which makes this a valid post. I just watched, probably the worst film I have ever seen till now, The Turn of the Screw, so much for DVD sales. What amuses me is that Colin Firth is the only one credited on the cover with a giant photo of him to attract buyers. He only got two minutes of screen time.

do you?

i think my guitar was a bit lonely so i played with him for a while

now he's better :)

well this is why i love yahoo answers

I LEARNT HOW TO MAKE A LINK :D

uhmmmm

ummmm

do you think something will go horribly wrong if i try to make my own dress?

gather us in

Sorry, no ideas - itunes quiz thing

Total number of tracks: 1542

Total length of music: 4 days or 4:01:44:52

Sort by song title:

- first song: a-punk - vampire weekend

- last song: 99 red balloons - nena

Sort by time:

- shortest song: her majesty - the beatles

- longest song: you won't be mine - matchbox twenty

Sort by artist:

first song: lay all your love on me - abba (woo)

- last song: it's not my time - 3 doors down

First five songs that come up on shuffle:

1. the scientist - coldplay

2. oh dear - matt costa

3. candles - hey monday

4. what goes around - justin timberlake

5. ordinary people - john legend

How many songs come up when you search for:

- “sex”: 14

- “love”: 97

- “you”: 231

- “death”: 10

- “hate”: 3

- “monkey”: 8

/b/

"I wonder what one could do with thirty two toilet rolls"

- my thoughts in the supermarket

What One Could Do With Thirty Two Toilet Rolls:

1. Be the mostclichédpersononearth and unravel the stuff over a poor person's house (poor in a sympathetic respect, not impoverished).

2. Use them as a substitute for party streamers, they are probably a lot cheaper.

3. Repackage them in pretty paper and sell them in a boutique shop.

4. Soak them in water and throw them from twenty storey buildings at random pedestrians.

5. Eat it, five squares at a time while discussing the political situation in Nepal.

6. Invite some friends over and have a creative mummy challenge (sigh, PE is never too good for one).

7. Maybe, just maybe - use it as toilet paper over a long period of time.

---

My perspective of Roger McGough's poetry have changed. Two years can do wonders.

This is why I enjoy reading Yahoo(!) answers.

Experimentin'

There was a small chance that you assumed that I would continue my story from yesterday? Wrong. The moral situation is that I don't want to go around killing people with my words. One day, one day.

---

Shop Lady: "Are you a twilight fan?"

Me: "No. I'm actually, a twilight hater."

Shop Lady: "Oh, you could've entered this competition.." *gestures towards a tacky competition*

- awkward silence ensues while paying -

Mundane conversation, I usually don't talk to shop people. Do you?

hi

i'm doing american history

and i have a map of american states

these are my favourites

just because of their names

1) Arizona

2) Delaware

3) Nevada

also, why the fuck is Washington DC not in Washington?

Loglines Pt. 1

An impoverished linguist, a daydreaming astronaut, and a documentary filmmaker ponder a difficult moral situation.

my grammer wasnt poor, i just couldnt really be bothered to use all the extra embellishments that english insisted me on using. it seemed right now that, that was not paramount.

"Aren't you supposed to be a writer or something?"

'no, im actually a ling--'

"You sure don't spell like one."

'yes, i know bu--'

how he could read my stream of conscioussness, i dont know.

and there was the stupid, stupid spaceman staring out that bloody window. caught in some idiot reverie of his. i felt eversoslightly sorry for him, in his corny spacesuit - probably overheating from the thick shiny stuff which reminded me of the insulation installed in my room.

"So, what now?"

'i dont know, you decide'

this other guy seemed to be of equal annoyance to mr dreamy (dreamy in a literal way, not theotherkind). his two o'clock works about how insects go about deflowering each other were just as obnoxious as his face. i didnt understand why people insisted on being so annoying.

"Hey, dreamy."

"..."

"Hey."

"..."

it seemed like i was at the end of a feature length film, you know - how they show the end at the start sometimes?

An impoverished linguist, a daydreaming astronaut, and a documentary filmmaker ponder a difficult moral situation

Mr linguist is called Joe. Joe used to be a famous actor but now he is poor and trying to be smart, even though he is terrible at what he does. He lives on his own after recently breaking up with his girlfriend Delilah.

The astronaut is named Chris. He daydreams all the time, about beaches and swimming and rainbows. He makes up stories in his head.

The documentary filmmaker is called Maria. She lives in the mountains of France and makes films on nature. She wears glasses and colourful scarves.

Maria happens to be in Sydney, Australia while filming for her new film. And Chris and Joe live here.

Now, someone is breaking into Chris's house while is is at work. He lives on his own so there is no one home. Maria happens to be walking by. She grabs her camera and tiptoes closer to catch the culprit.

It's Joe! He is in the bedroom and finds some money hidden in a drawer. Maria films him from outside the window but he is too absorbed in his stealing to see her.

Joe makes his way outside. Maria follows him but he suddenly turns around and sees her.

Just then Chris comes home early from work and sees the two people outside his house.

Chris - "What's happening here?"

Maria - "This man was stealing from your house"

Joe - "Don't you know me? I'm Joe Tribbiani!"

Chris - "Why, you are! But what the hell are you doing stealing from me?"

Joe - "Please don't get mad! I'm poor, I have no money, and you are a rich astronaut"

Chris - "Hmm. Well give me my money back"

Maria - "You know, you should sue him. I have proof of what he did"

Joe - "Oh please no. I have nothing to give you"

Chris - "Well you have broken the law. You deserve to be punished"

Maria - "What kind of punishment should he get?"
Chris - "Well what do you think?"

Joe - "Don't punish me! I'll do something for you! I'll make you a famous actor!"

Chris - "Pfft. I don't want fame."

Maria - "What do you want?"

Chris - "To be honest, all I want a holiday"

Joe - "Well, then you need money. Hey, I have an idea!"

Maria - "Let's hear it"

Joe - "You're a filmmaker right?"

Maria - "Yes"

Joe - "Well I'm an actor. Why don't we make a movie together?"

Chris - "I don't see how I come in"

Joe - "You can help us. Be our producer or something. Or scriptwriter"

Chris - "I could do that"

PROBLEM SOLVED

Now Joe, Maria and Chris are all rich from the movie's success :D

oh boy! you look tired.

"She touched the dinosaur but the dinosaur didn't move. So the fairy left it alone."

i'm sorry, but i found that hilarious. it's amazing how we wouldn't be able to write anything like that now. i reckon that nowadays, we overthink things too much to the extent we get nothing output wise.

---

anyway - yesterday, i decided to open up that really thick file of drawings i did until i was about twelve.

my observations of my lessthan twelve year old drawings:

- i had an obvious aversion to drawing cartoon women, it's extremely male dominant (hey, they were easier to draw).

- there was a real need to include a lot of clutter in any of the drawings i did. rubbish, literally.

- my handwriting was better as a child than now. argh.

- i did enjoy putting a bit of blood here and there.

- i hated colouring in things. -

my stick figures haven't really changed.

- i discovered puns before i knew what puns were.

pun #1.

pun #2.

a horse thrown in for good measure.

year 1/2 work

I found this amazing story I wrote in year 1.

Once there lived a beautiful fairy called Amy who lived in a big castle. One day a bird came to her house and said "Hello fairy, how are you going?" "Very well thank you" said the fairy. Then the bird said "Come here listen. Can you hear that noise?" "Oh yes" said the fairy. "Who is making that noise?" Then they looked up and saw a dinosaur falling out of the sky. They went back home. When the dinosaur fell down the fairy went out to see if the dinosaur was okay. She touched the dinosaur but the dinosaur didn't move. So the fairy left it alone. The fairy went for a walk. She walked to the park and she saw a beautiful princess called Cinderella. They played together until six o'clock. Then they went home.

AND brig apparently i went to your party at lollipops playland in year 2 and i gave you a handbag :D and also "I saw a big cat. It gave Brigitte a balloon"

Traffic Cones Chasing Balls

As promised, anyway. It wasn't exactly a promise. I also find it annoying when two people know something everyone else doesn't know. That's called a personal joke - PJ, in my world anyway - but I think that a personal joke being called a PJ, is a 'PJ' to the rest of the world. That's why people start trends and such I suppose, so that they will all be warm and blanketed in their own little private joke, otherwise known as a PJ.

If I were to start a band, (if I haven't already *cough*two*cough*) I would name my band Traffic Cones Chasing Balls. It suggests two things:

1) Traffic cones are not inanimate, rather...they have arms and legs, work nine to five and have offspring.

2) They are either football enthusiasts, or do things which they wouldn't want their offspring seeing.

We would play nu-age type music which no one likes but would listen to and discuss so that they feel included in a nu-age...PJ. Our fans would rock up to our secret concerts in secret basements (in secret locations) to listen to our wittylyricswhichdon'tmakeanysense - but that's okay, because they always manage to find more meaning in it than we can ourselves.

Mushy Puppy Growth Watching

Whenever I Try To Burn A DVD,

it gives me nightmares about the night of a faithful 18th of April.

Happy Connotations

Is it just me or do you feel a little strange?
Is it just me or do you feel a change?
And now it's in me,
How about you?

Isn't it strange, at times, how little things...
Isn't it strange, how nothing ever lasts?
And now it's in me, how about you?
Why now it's in me, how about you?

Don't be a fool,
Why don't be afraid,
Nothing's really ever supposed to last.
Why don't be a fool,
Why don't be afraid,
Everybody needs to breathe the air.

Isn't if funny, the very edge of the world?
Where talk is like walking on broken glass.
And no need to fret I'm in the same ends as you.
One of these days I'm gonna meet my matchmaker too.

Why don't be a fool,
Why don't be afraid,
Nothing's really ever supposed to last.
Oh, don't be afraid, everybody needs to breathe the air.
Oh, I wanna fly, I wanna fly I feel I feel so light.
At the edge of the world

Why now it's in me, how about you?
Why now it's in me, how about you?

That's What They Always Say

"Are you okay?"

"Yes."

Still Working On It

I've finally decided to start doing something about my handwriting.

practise practice

so it seems like i'm alone for a week. thanks joy - have fun anyway on your ski holiday. this might sound part creepy, part well, odd but it actually does feel like i'm on my lonesome for seven whole days in this empty house. it can't be too bad, i suppose.

---

a heart that's full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won't heal.
you look so tired-unhappy,
bring down the government,
they don't, they don't speak for us.
i'll take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,

with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,

silence, silence.

this is my final fit,
my final bellyache

with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.

such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden.

no alarms and no surprises (get me outta here),
no alarms and no surprises (get me outta here),
no alarms and no surprises, please.

---

this carries no connotations, i promise. anything i say usually carries half a dozen other meanings, but this time it doesn't. so i suppose that you could just assume that whenever there isn't a hidden message - i will state so. i just happen to be listening to this song and lack the total inspiration to write anything. theoretically, i shouldn't be lacking in any inspiration because i don't think that i ever had the capacity to possess inspiration for writing. maybe for other things.

happy non capital letters day. every monday,

Posting After Joy For The Third Time: The Challenge

As you can see, I've actually failed to post earlier than Joy for the past three days - due to a mixture of procrastination and underestimation of Joy. So here is my given challenge:

"Brigitte's challenge is to write an award-worthy poem containing the words: anonymouse, blog, joy, afro, dinosaur and ukelele."

Here I go, I have a feeling that Joy chose this as I mentioned that I'm hopeless at poetry. So here goes nothing, a sonnet for old time's sake.

For Joy, and meagre readers of this blog,

A simple poem, for I cannot write.

For I have only started, the prologue,

So to start, this challenge in all delight.

So to speak, of a certain rodent friend

Who I have yet to acquaint with the most.

Like Voldemort, whose body must he depend?

Poor Anonymouse, dreaded year eight ghost.

To fulfill this challenge, I must digress,

When I used to play the ukelele

To acquire an afro, this headdress,

It got quite itchy, a tad too bushy.

A dinosaur could write better than this,

But ignorance, is ignorance's bliss.

top ten list no.3

Top Ten reasons I do rowing

1) Fitness - it's good for your fitness and like, I want some of that

2) Early morning rowing - it might sound bad but you should see how pretty everything is. I'd put up a photo but I haven't taken one yet

3) Endorphins - rowers are happy people, really

4) Life-less-ness - it's an excuse not to have a life. "what did you do on the weekend" "oh I had rowing"

5) Ergos - they're like, love at first sight aren't they? (no.)

6) Not caring - no one can look good and row at the same time

7) Blisters - and the joy when they harden into calluses

8) Tan lines - explains itself

9) Eating - I probably shouldn't, but you feel like you can eat whatever you want 'because you deserve it'

10) Pride - everyone hates us, but we know they're just jealous

totally unrelated: i got a blender yesterday :)

Posting Just A Shade After Joy: Day 2

Top Ten Things I Like About Art:

1. Ubiquity - the curves on my calculator are aesthetically pleasing

2. Anyone can do it - although to what extent I'm not so sure

3. Variety - it comes in an infinitive amount of forms

4. What is art? - it's so controversial, up there with religion perhaps?

5. The people - who make art

6. Dialects? - it's a language which we all, but don't speak

7. Easytofallfor - and easy to fall out of

8. Enigmatic - nobody knows what it actually is

9. Development - it's like growing up again

10. Conversation - so, so many of these

Yeah yeah Joy, this may be the second day you've posted before me. Argh. I was meaning to do so in the morning but the procrastination bug got me again. Just for you, I will show you something which I painted a couple of years ago. Interesting memories and foreshadowing to what I would become today: