Standing Tears Apart.

Listening to Busted, crushing on Jackson Rathbone, staying up til 5am building up frets to hands, playing my guitar and painting my nails purple. Dude, this is what summers about.

Photograph ©VSmith August 2009

Like A Painted Ghost.

Today was beautiful. The sun shone as if it were going to burn out tomorrow while me, Cleo, Faye, Liane, Rhianna, Carys, Gabriel and Tom sat on the green in bec rec.
Accomplishment of the day? Well, that has to of been knocking a dusty cone out of a tall tree for a picture. With a little help from my big strong friend's cupped hands, we eventually knocked it off. Along with my shoes, one of which is still missing. All I know is that its near the tree in Bec Rec. I think. A shoeless tramp may well have stolen it.

Photograph©CSavva August 2009

I Love The Way We Glow In Ultraviolet Light.

Considering that I used to blog every day, I haven't blogged in a long time. I have to say that I have missed this, but I shall do a MA-HOO-SIVE blog tomorrow, as I have just been cancelled on by my friends, so my schedule is free as a bird. Apart from the blog promised. Heres something to keep you (more me, to be honest) going. Ignore the little girl at the front pulling her pants down. From left to right, me, Cath, Shivum, Lily, Olivia and Zoe in a fountain maze at the exact moment we took a wrong step and the water sprang up and enveloped us as we ran through the water like parched children. All I remember is dragging Cath through the biggest shooter, pushing a random boy through, not realising he had his phone in his pocket (foolish boy, foolish Nats), and finally Olivia running towards me with her arms stretched to enclose me in a drenched hug while prisms flitted off of each of her five solitaire charms and into my vision.

Photograph ©JPanesar August 2009

Its Like Catching Lightning.

Theres a rather large spider scurrying along the edge of the room, making me doubt the hygiene in my house. Though I'm ever so slightly scared of him, I name him Spencer. Theres something about the way he moves so gracefully on so many legs that makes him discordingly beautiful despite his ugly grey shell that is making me cower my legs up onto my seat.
Today me and my friends hid in one of their cupboards, so as to strike fury among parentals, but from the hours 12:00-21:00 no one realised. Aah well, it was a nice cupboard, plus I bagged a few Beanie Babies and an old Baby Annabel doll who I renamed Rupert.