baby, i'm back from the dead but i'm not eating.
back. and my hair is back to normal.
i've decided to reincarnate my livejournal. i have not used it for so very long and since it is a new year - i think it is time to start typing down this life of mine...
so this year brings:
fine arts i got in. i start on the 26th of Febuary. I'm studying: photography, life drawing, emedia and art theory. i cannot wait. i truly can't. i am incredibly excited about photography.
i like a boy. i shall tell you about him soon. he is so far wonderful, interesting and ever so talented at piano and guitar. intrigues me. i cannot wait to spend more time with him but we will see what happens. blah.
eating. hmm i'm like 3kg heavier than when i was writing here before. i feel gross ofcourse. i'm going to lose it and more before fine arts. vain? yes? sick? maybe. but who cares. i disgust myself. so from today. a new day. i run. i walk. alot. i take my ipod and i move. and i do not eat.
general. [stolen from my myspace... so you know what i'm about now.?]
swapping music. both my ipods and all they contain. getting kicked off metro buses. twice in one day. snorkeling and swimming with fishes. diving down into water, the sound or silence that embraces you. jumping off rocks into water. reading on the pavement and how it warms my limbs. butterflys in my tummy of delight. thrills. play fighting. vogue. russh magazines. = $15 of monthly page turning, distraction, reading, and inspiration. gym. sometimes. running around. being busy so i do not think too much. home-made Porriage. hangin' with pengu penguin. who has since retired. sydney. being unknown. glebe markets. stickers. love. touch. sharing. marc jacobs. cash. when its needed. old furniture. rock pools. the waters always slightly warm. i wonder how long it has been sitting there. and i like looking at there inhabitance. the sun on my back. the salt in my hair. Saturdays @ mobius. Finding gold coins. peaches or peach. the word. sometimes the food. diet red raspberry cordial and icecubes - when in sydney. fashion school. art school. staying awake until the sun wakes up. or simply not sleeping at all. brown as a berry skin. japanese food. crayons. pastels. patterns. art. piglets. being alone. Holding hands. Coffee whilst basking in morning sunshine. being toasty in winter. harry. and her sock attacks. flowers.feelings from a touch. i draw. but not very well. searching for books. immersing myself in music and letting it take over. sitting in the dark. sorting through other peoples photographs. curling up on my bed. pastels. finds. sharing. thrills,, messy pretty beds of flowers. my little ponies. despite their tackyness. leggings that make me look like a spider.
self portrait, 2007.
so i'm starting over. and i have missed you all. tell me your stories/ dreams/ and goals.