Nausea

although being horribly sick comes with its consequences, it also comes with a hand full of added bonuses.

for example, i have been able to get my 'skins' on.

during two days of cold, wet weather, i have been curled up on the couch, catching up on what i have missed so very much; Skins.

for the people that have never in their life experienced, or heard about the highly acclaimed SBS tv series, i will give a brief description about the series.

each episode revolves around a certain adolescent character. Whether is be about family/friend/relationship issues, or drug addiction complications, each episode delivers excitment, and leaves you with antisipation and a thirst for more.

so basically, its just a show about fucked up teenagers.

so anyway, whilst watching the first episode, one of the major characters (tony) was stubbornly refusing to let his bad tempered father use the bath room. he; tony, wasted time by reading a book. this book caught my eye. it was a book by jean-paul sartre. it was titled nausea.

because i work at a lovely old book shop, i decided to look it up, and maybe even let my eyes run wild across the pages.

i did find the book. now all i am worried about is if i have enough money to buy the darn thing.

finally i would like to note that the first line of his book, i find refers to me perfectly;

"the best thing would be to write down everything that happens from day to day".

thank you tony.

photography class.

this class consists of nothing more then free internet, radiohead and a grossly old orange flavoured, hour old chewy.
i don't mind looking at my reflection in the window every now and then though.
what i see right in front of me equals.
-bare trees. sadly autumn was over a while ago.
-a guy that sadly looks like butt head from the ever so comedic television show beavis and butt head.
-arse hole (insert personal joke here)hopefully finishing off his photography photos.
-cupboard upon cupboards of graphics equipment.

-and i am happy to report that the weather outside is looking exceptionally sunny.
lunch outside? i think so.

anywho, here are just a hand full of photos i have found whilst scouting the blogging internet.

strangely enough, they all have something in common.

can you work out what?

got any blacker.

whilst comtemplating whether to have a soy latte (yes im vegan), or a pot of green tea. i suddenly realised that i had another option.

should i go into the depths of the long black?
will this ever so strong caffeine hit soil my lovey taste buds forever?
the only way to find out was to give it a shot.


i whipped up a double shot of beans, and watched the black liquid run into my coffee mug.
i was now ready for the final test.
the taste test that is.


the slightly black, steaming hot liquid ran down my throat like a child would slip down a slid.
smoothly to the extent that i could barely taste the extra strong, bitter coffee taste.
strangle enough, i didnt budge nor scream.
i actually thought the taste was soothing.


and that, my fellow blogger friends, is how i got my first black hit.

ex oh ex oh camilla.