spring time pub times.

i enjoy that polyvore set making is no longer a procrastination activity.

inspired by my outfit on wednesday night, when i celebrated the end of uni FOREVER. unfortunately i do not own most of these items, BUT OH WHAT I WOULD GIVE FOR A KINGFISHER BLUE BLAZER. i do, however have a gorgeous stella mccartney imitation necklace, moto high waisted skinnies and a white cropped blouse (bought for a fiver at a vintage clothes sale on campus...then majorly adjusted for frill minimisation). i also have a floral envelope clutch, my favourite handbag of all time, which i bought at portobello road markets.

check my style skillz beetches. 

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10. Write about your proudest moment.


The weekend in Sydney with my boyfriend when we first realised we were in love. 


I felt, as of that weekend, that I had seen every side of him that I needed to see in order to come to this conclusion. 


I saw that he was and would be everything I could and would need him to be.


On the train home on Sunday afternoon, in our hungover state, I lay across his lap listening to the new Biffy Clyro album (no jibes here people, I'm not a newcomer to the 'stadium sensation', don't judge) as he slept (probably snoring), and I clearly remember thinking that it was one of the happiest moments of my life.


I had never been more proud. And it was all because I felt (and still feel) so lucky to be with such a loving, gentle, generous, thoughtful, beautiful and selfless man. 

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9. Write about each of the places which you have called 'home'.


Kelso Road, Bury St Edmunds


This is the house where I grew up. I lived here for 11 happy years with my Mum, Dad, sister and number of guinea-pigs and gerbils. It was a smallish house, with a little garden. I remember that every surface was covered in ornamental pigs or pot plants, courtesy of Mum. We had a rubber plant which grew all the way around the living room ceiling. There was at least one cabinet full of the pigs, and they filled the mantelpiece of the fireplace, in front of which sat four very heavy brass crocodiles, which were most definitely not meant to be toys but were always used as such.


There was one bathroom, which was decorated luminous turquoise and black, with some sort of fish in every potential fishy space (ie on top of the toilet, on the window ledge, on the ceiling).


The upstairs hallway, like the rest of the house, was small, but it managed to have room for a huge copy of Steve Pearson's 'Wings of Love', with an overly ornate gold frame.

The Warren

This is the first house my parents ever looked at buying, but as a newly wed couple they couldn't afford it. Fifteen years later the house went back up on the market and they could - so we moved 10 minutes up the road into a beautiful chalet bungalow with a large (for a town-house) garden. We've been here 11 years now, and since then basically re-built the whole thing, as a lot of work was needed. I love this house. It really is like a warren; there's a main hallway with lots of little rooms coming off it, including a hidden staircase which leads to the upstairs, where I live when I come home now. Nice and private since my sister moved out two years ago. Mum and Dad spend all their time in the garden with various odd jobs and gardening, Mum grows heaps of vegetables when the weather lets her, and Dad takes care of all the fruit trees and rhubarb. There's lots of 'stuff' everywhere, but I love all of it, because it's home. Since my grandparents died, we took on some of the ornaments and furniture and paintings. They lived in a really big old country house with high ceilings; their things look COMPLETELY out of place here, but I think that's pretty cool. My great-grandmother was a painter, and we have several of her paintings up, even though they take up half the bloody wall space.


The Ziggurats
 I lived on campus for my first year at university. I had my own little room in a flat for 14 people on the ground floor of the the 'ziggurats', which are listed buildings. Sharing a kitchen with 13 other people was...interesting. And I definitely wouldn't live there again. But I made some really cool friends, and I am glad I spent my first year there.

Bland Road

I have lived here on and off for the past three years, though with different people as registered 'tenants' at each of the addresses, I have more or less lived with the same group of friends, as everyone loiters and we hang out a lot, and cook for each other. I spend a lot of my time being miserable and whining about the state of the house, as it's pretty gross...no-one else really cleans apart from me. To be honest, it's a shame that I have had to live with the friends that I have lived with because if we had never been housemates I think we would all be closer, as I wouldn't be so angry with them a lot of the time. Despite this, I love being able to eat with my friends every evening, and I love that I have met and got to know some of the most interesting, independent, cultured, obscure (?!), honest, loving and passionate people I think I have ever met. As well as this, adventures with aforesaid house mates make for i) some pretty cool anecdotes and ii) some vital life-lessons in patience....

Evatt House

This is where I lived during my year at Newcastle Uni, Australia. I loved it here. There were two 'quads' comprised of 10 blocks in total, each block being two flats of 10. Each flat had their own 'Residential Assistant', and participated in 'blunctions' regularly, which could have been trips to a restaurant, to a movie, dessert night etc...The college had heaps of activities going on all the time, games and nights out....I miss it :( It's also where I met my boyfriend, Sam. He lived just across the hallway from me...we would stay up late talking on facebook chat because we were too shy to go and see each other...sometimes I could hear him typing...Unfortunately keyboards are a major part of our relationship again now, but not for too much longer. I made some really awesome friends here, and even though lots of them have moved on to new cities/ states, I really hope they can come visit/ I have enough money to go and visit them.

Writing all this is making me very sad. So I'll stop now. 

a day in the park set.

the date is set but the details are hazy.

i'm going home to see my beautiful boy and a few lovely friends, but leaving home and my beautiful friends and family behind.

things like this are helping to get excited about what the future might bring, instead of worrying.

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7. Explain your religious beliefs.


I'm hungover so this will either be short and sweet or lengthy and confusing.

I find the idea of a God pretty terrifying: that someone is watching and knows everything about me (including my thoughts) and will use this knowledge upon which to base a decision about whether I will spend an eternity hopping around on clouds or being ruthlessly tortured by an angry red man.

But then again, I find the idea of there not being a God pretty terrifying too. This is it, this is all we are: we live, we die, we're gone. Boom.

I suppose my religious beliefs can't really be based on emotional response anyway....either way it's all just plain terrifying.

Anyway. I study Biology. I 'believe' in evolution. I guess that's me then, scientist = atheist.

I don't mean to say that this is purely about the maths of it. So we figure out an equation (evolution), apply it, and disprove a previous hypothesis (ie that there is a Man with a big beard wearing sandals in the sky who loves us all very much, but, given the unavoidable and pending opportunity will see to it that we suffer an eternity of burning damnation if we get a divorce/ have sex before marriage/ are gay etc), and that's that....

I guess what I'm trying to say is that just cos I'm not religious, it doesn't mean I'm not 'spiritual'. Though trust me, I'm not throwing that word around carelessly. To quote Russell Brand (ma fave),

"If you're like me, you'll balk at someone telling you they're spiritual as it's not a very spiritual thing to do, one can scarcely imagine St Francis of Assisi brushing a starling from his shoulder, grasping your palm then brusquely asserting that he's "well religious"."

Gosh I'm rambling. I just realised. Well, I'm not about to re-write this. Sorry Religion, I do understand that you are probably worthy of more than half a page of waffle intertwined with quotes from 'Booky Wook 2' (not the Bible- surprisingly) and some South Park references ...maybe I'll redress our issues at a later date, but at the moment I have got some hefty snoozing to do. Oh tequila you little whore, you are a smelly pirate hooker.

still burning.

" Now I feel home. We talk about everything, the keyboards have disappeared.  This week has been so intense, we are burning and I’m scared we will burn out.

On Friday we went to the Bar on the Hill and we were a couple. I love being a couple with him."


17/10/09