ob-la-di ob-la-da...

life goes on.... after school. That's right. Term is over and now I am able to devote some much needed time and attention to my family, friends, my schoolwork (gross) and most importantly ... myself. Aside from the mountain of french homework mme. V gave me, I plan to do a combination of courageous and exciting things. All with camera in hand ... so watch this space if you want to be assulted by holiday happy snaps.

Now I'm off to jump on a plane, but brace your self for a sincere tribute to Port Douglas, cupcakes and tea time in the days to come.

daisies and dust bunnies

Term is just about over and I feel like things should be winding down. However, I still have about a million things vying for priority and my head is feeling very cluttered. Unfortunately my mind projects this mental messiness onto various aspects of my life. I would generally ignore this, but my room had begun to resemble what I think the inside of my head should look like. So today I decided to clean my room. As usual I put this off, but when I got round to it I found it oddly therapeutic. I put my iPod on shuffle and dredged up the songs which I find shameful but secretly love. Right now, Revolution 9 by The Beatles is playing and a scarier piece of music was never written. Granted, cleaning took place in short burst of enthusiasm and little by little the floor reappeared.



But when I wasn't sorting my room, I was being arty with Sunni. This is what I call 'faux artsy' because it really is just Sunni and I wandering around the backstreets of Kew with cameras. anyone could do it. But I feel artistic with a big camera, so I indulge in my 'faux-ness'. Sunni managed to make her photos look like art. Mine looked like photos. But there were plenty of daisies, which pleased me to no end.

white daisies.

yellow daisies.


tree daisies.

sky daisies.

and as if daisies weren't cliché enough... black sticks against white sky.

I think Sunni would be please if I informed you here that the reason I have a blog is because she made me do it.

I know I should be organising my books but there are just so many and it's a lot easier to sit here and whine about it instead. They're surprisingly dusty, which is very off-putting. So I shall 'off-put' my organisation until tomorrow.