Stephen's Jag actually.
It was a terribly sunny day today. Blue skies and fluffy cuddly clouds. Dreadful.
Don't ask me why I took these photos. I had my camera in my bag. It seemed like something to do at the time.
We were down in Pyrmont eating seafood. LOTS OF IT I might add. There's nothing like LOTS of really delicious seafood right before an intense Father's day dinner with the family. It was only really intense because springrolls and chilli sauce was involved...plus people were communicating and making jokes at each other. My upset stomach never felt more...upset.
Anywho we had a lot of Oysters. And I don't care what anyone else thinks. Oysters are fucking divine.
( I LOVE SEAFOOD )
The whole point of today was to go Father's day shopping at the markets but on the way I bought new: leggings, shoes, jewelery and a book
We got there eventually though.
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Lately I've been feeling like either I'm sick, getting sick or getting over a sickness. I know I had the flu a few weeks ago but that was a few weeks ago.
Have you ever entered that stage where all signs point to impending flu? The stuffed nose, sore throat or involuntary headaches?
That's where I'm at right now. My health is lingering in an uncomfortable limbo, and I can't really tell which way it's going to go. It's hella annoying because I don't know whether I should continue taking meds or not.
Why do I get sick so easily? I wear a fuck load of scarves and covered toed shoes!
Someone's been coughing in my drinks I swear ta gawwwd.
- Mood:
content
And as usual, none of you have any idea what I'm talking about.
( so ignore this questionless meme )
My brain cells feel as if they're turning to mush and ruining someone's carpet. Productivity just ESCAPES ME...like...like....an escaping...thing...that-that ESCAPES!
My throat is sore too. The interior is made of sand paper. So I'm drinking hot things and not thinking about how the interior is made of sand paper.
Also tired. How uncharacteristic of me.
- Mood:
no face
two extremely dire important shutthefuckupandlisten things:
1. my holidays are coming up REALLY SOON. An orgy is in order.
2. I'm finding it difficult not to eat my own hands because they smell like apricot! (really really difficult)
- Mood:
haha
I'd taken my strobist equipment along for this shoot but the poor weather put me off using it. I ended up working with a single on camera flash which got wet while shooting with
And before I go, happy belated Birthday wishes to

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- Mood:
cheerful - Music:VNV Nation - Lightwave

Titled "the Death Of a Queen"

Titled " the Emperor's New Whisk"
- Location:Team Marmite..back in the Jar!
- Music:Wacken 2004 DVD
It was none other than my new Nikon Nikkormat FTN, under multiple layers of bubblewrap(so thick, it had the equal effect of being rolled in bits of my MATTRESS), but that's okay, I rather enjoyed undressing you Nikkormat. It's even sexier and heavier than it looked in the pictures. Damn Nikkormat, you has a fat ass.
I've been prodding it all damn night. I love the sound the shutter makes when I... lol whew, is it getting hot in here?
I'm itching to test it out but can't just yet because I won't have darkroom access any time soon. Technically, first years aren't allowed ANY dark room access outside of their photography rotation. But it's unlikely something like that is going to stop me. Second years can shutthehellup. :)
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( warnings: spoilers for chapter 319-20 )
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On a - very far away side - note; I am so glad the week is almost over. But that means having to face life drawing, which I've skipped twice in a row. It's not that my teacher is boring...I just enjoy visualizing duct tape over her mouth.
Plus I haven't done the work. Even though I've been reminding myself to do it for two weeks now. Two weeks allows a lot of time to forget about shit. I'll have to wing it. As usual. And then I can go home to my bed.
And just to complete the cycle...I was having a conversation with a good friend this afternoon about planets. And I want to know why PLUTO got the fuck out of the solar system?
DoctorOrScientistOrLargeStudyGroupUnamed says that it's too small, too far away, not "round" enough and therefor not a real planet. This is highly amusing to me because it was doing so well for many many years now and no one was complaining otherwise.
Makes me laugh to think that hundreds of books will now have to be rewritten, hundreds of documentaries burned and decades from today kids will grow up not knowing it existed. We're talking about changing history here. Seems like a lot of paperwork if you ask me.
I mean it's not as if anyone can tell it to go away. It's still in orbit for fucksake (if somewhat a messy one), we're just ignoring it really.
To be honest I don't care ALL that much. It's just such a big decision to make you know? Made in the name of efficiency because that's what it really narrows down to doesn't it? We're always looking for a superior definition for everything, that's what we do.
Me, I don't care so much for ultimate correctness...so long as it's sans pointy edges and a lot of paperwork.
- Mood:
geeky - Music:bjork
Here is that list. In no particular order.
- No kids. I never want kids. I'm very sure of this. And the next person I get with I want this to be clear.
- Make time for me. Don't make me feel as though I have to fit into a schedule and like I'm some sort of burden.
- No TV. Ok some TV is fine. But not watching TV constantly. MODERATION.
- No gaming. Again it's fine in MODERATION.
- Be spontaneous. And also suggest new places to go, things to do together, and WANT to try new things and see new places. Not for me to have to constantly suggest.
- No acting like a run down, depressive 40 year old. To actually LIVE LIFE. Afterall, I know people who have many stresses in life who also work a hard job yet they still do things and have fun.
- Actually invite me to things. Make me feel involved.
- No selfish shit.
- Someone who is adventurous.
- Someone who actually listens and resolves a problem. Someone who can deal with suggestions.
- Someone who is pretty sure of what they want. Someone who IS mature. Not someone who messes you around and bullshits you.
- Reassurance on tap.
Of course when you get drunk on a school night, you feel like eating a fucking potato.
I'm not even fucking kidding.
-50% mash 50% butter 100% vomit-
- Mood:
chipper
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Now, I don't know if it's a publicity still from the movie, or a still from the actual film, but I only now just noticed two thin wires attached to his frill (which made it shake in the original movie) which I never saw before.
I have now officially spotted two mistakes from Jurassic Park. This, and the obvious mistake where the jeep rolls over in the T-rex attack scene (as it rolls you can clearly see film set and equipment in the background)
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