Wrapped In Plastic

#18- Shadowplay

2010-07-15T12:12:00.000-07:00

#17- The Rise and Fall

2010-07-14T12:28:00.000-07:00

Writing a book seems like so much effort, especially when you consider how much longer it takes to write a book than to read one. And there are so many others just exactly the same.

#16- All That Glitters is Not Gold

2010-07-11T13:15:00.000-07:00

#15- Cuts + Bruises

2010-07-11T09:36:00.000-07:00

This plaster packaging would cheer me up so much if I had cut myself...!

#14- Letter-writing

2010-07-10T14:20:00.001-07:00

I really believe that high school should do away all together with sex education. Instead we should have lessons in how to write love letters. Or how to buy good gifts for people at Christmas time. I mean, we do have to repopulate the planet after all. And who is ever going to reach the stage where sex education advice is necessary when no one has any idea how to woo their beloved? Just a thought.

#13- Ballpoint Pen Art

2010-07-08T08:46:00.000-07:00

Juan Francisco Casas

#12- It's A Modern World

2010-07-07T13:39:00.000-07:00

#11- MyFace

2010-07-05T14:50:00.000-07:00

I enjoy when people poke fun at the internet far more than actually surfing the internet.

Facebook 'Like Button' stamp.

How to post photographs on the i nternet.

#10- Amore

2010-07-05T14:42:00.000-07:00

#9- Books

2010-07-05T13:30:00.001-07:00

I love books. I like all the different covers and colours and the varying sizes and styles of fonts as well as piling them up on top of each other. I also like to read books and usually spend at least a couple of hours each day doing so.
But, most of all, I like to steal books. Usually I like to steal them from the library; I put them back once I've read them and I never ever lose or damage them. But I really do love to steal books.

#8- Mugshot Mondays

2010-07-05T13:07:00.000-07:00

#7 Pork is not a verb

2010-07-05T10:02:00.000-07:00

Since I have no job and none of the trillions of people who I have applied to for a job are willing to take on the challenge, days are mostly spent drinking faeries blood tea and playing with my filofax. Did I mention I love my filofax?

#5- Summertime in Paradise

2010-07-05T05:30:00.000-07:00

#4 Nothing

2010-07-02T12:37:00.001-07:00

I can't think of anything to blog about, accept perhaps how much I love my Filofax. Or maybe the fact that it's so good to see Ghana score against Uruguay in the World Cup semi finals. It feels so much better to root for the underdog.

#3 -Dreamy Photography

2010-05-25T19:57:00.000-07:00

These stunning surrealist pictures created by Chema Madoz completely captured my imagination. The Spanish photographer is responsible for some of the most evocative modern surrealist art I have seen and I am captivated by each of his photographs.

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Much more of this beautiful photography here.

#2 -Fac ut gaudeam

2010-05-25T19:54:00.000-07:00

Just 'cause the weather is heating up, it does not mean I'll stray from my comfort zone of predominantly black outfits! If I ever find the money for some new clothes, I'd definitely wear dark tie-dye and lace ever single day. And of course a hair accessory entirely unsuitable for wherever I'm off to.
I don't care how hot it gets, I'd never ever leave the house without covering my legs, so hold-ups are replacing tights. I also really like one highly colourful accessory that really stands out, like that incredible beetle brooch.

I had so much fun playing around with polyvore. It felt like being seven years old and drawing outfits for imaginary people on spare pieces of computer paper! I could probably waste a lot of valuable time doing this.

#1 -Exam Stress

2010-05-25T16:32:00.000-07:00

I hate exams.
Hours and days and weeks of preparation, the guilt every time I do anything that doesn't involving study for exams, the lack of sleep, the rubbish food I cram into my mouth whilst reading or writing or just thinking, the awful nightmares. The nightmares are by far the worst thing; for about a week before each exam, my sleep is light and fitful and full of The Worst That Could Happen during an exam. My subconscious has begun to get very creative with this sort of thing. And I suppose that's something.
As if all this isn't bad enough, all the worrying and fretting and studying and barely sleeping, the actual exam itself is often worse! By the time I come to write my name onto the front of my answer booklet I can barely hold it together and am lucky if I manage a shaky, illegible scrawl where my name should be. Luckily there is nothing else to be done than give these nerves a firm goodbye and get on with wrestling my exam paper to the floor to sit triumphantly upon its head, before sauntering casually from the exam room to let the sweat clinging to my skin dry off in the park.
I truly do hate exams. Roll on Summer.