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.