Lack of sleep has finally caught up on me.
So i thought i'd sit down with an overly large blanket, with a hot mouth burning cup of hot chocolate and watch endless hours of sex in the city.
Oh wait, i forgot, i live in Australia and its the hottest time of the year.
All hopes and desires are now just lost images in my mind.
Tear Tear.

All in all, it was fine.













PHOTOS-Camilla Louisa Nicholls.
I OH YOU house party.

This week has sped fast ever so quickly, and i'm loving it.
What with withstanding the intensity of girl talk's fans ( and a shit load of wankers), whilst being pummelled to the ground therefore injuring my other knee.
Crying during The Middle East.
Shamelessly, but with no regrets walking behind Faris Badwan (lead singer of The Horrors) tapping him on the shoulder and having a never-too-close-for-comforts photo with him, and two of my lovely friends.
Finally, i started my holidays homework.
Exhibition opening was a great success. Thanks to the lovely Kelly at Dear Prudence.

And to finish off my slightly dull, but finally became a lot better holidays..
Cocktail party with the girls. I'm just glad that there wont be any eskys to tumble over.
&House party tomorrow night in Melbourne.

I will write something decent sooner rather then later.

magazine boy.

Today i enjoyed glueing magazine clippings to my brothers face.
Tomorrow i will enjoy watching live music in the sweltering heat.





Photos-Camilla Louisa Nicholls.

tea for three.

I'm no precious sissy girl, with a fairy bed and wings to match, but i do adore collecting tiny china cups, tea pots etc.
There is something about the immaculate amount of detail that goes into the art work on each ceramic surface.
Its somewhat fascinating.
Maybe i'm the crazy cat ladies younger sister.
She collects overly obese cats, i collect insignificant pieces of kitchenware, that serve to purpose to anyone.





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I really don't have anything to say, other then i'm tired, drained, and god dam it i need some sweet sweet sleep.

I plan on starting my homework tomorrow, but not before the slumber.

The coffee is smelling so soothing, and i'm craving a caffeine hit, but sleep is much more important this time.

Speaking of sleeping, and the wonders that make this blissful happening, I am in desperate need of a slender male to be a model in my photo shoots.
Any suggestions?

Sweet dreams. I will be back with something more significant.

Why the ridiculous mask photos?
You tell me.

I recently purchased a lovely, slimming MacBook Pro.
I'm in love.
Who needs a man, when you have everything right in front of you.

Me and my work life. In a nut shell

life.

My life, at this moment in time, is rather hectic.
I really can't keep up.
I can't even find the time to really sit down, chill out, and watch endless episodes of Sex In The City.
What has happened to me?
Have i become a courier woman before i reached the dreaded age of twenty six?

Wednesday: Work. Finalise exhibition pieces.
Thursday: Melbourne. Slumber par-tay it up (bringing back the old school)
Friday: Work. Exhibition OPENING
Saturday: Sheridan's god know what party.
Sunday: Work
Monday: Finally find out what happened with my knee and get those darn stitches out.
Tuesday: Big Day Out.

I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind
I'm building a sill to slow down the time
I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind
I'm building a sill to slow down the time

I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind
I'm building a sill to slow down the time
I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind
I'm building a sill to slow down the time

I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind
I'm building a sill to slow down the time
I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind
I'm building a sill to slow down the time

I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind
I'm building a sill to slow down the time
I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind
I'm building a sill to slow down the time

I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind
I'm building a sill to slow down the time
I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind
I'm building a sill to slow down the time

I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind
I'm building a sill to slow down the time







PHOTOS-Camilla Louisa Nicholls.

There's something quite exhilarating about getting film developed.
It was like coming home from the lollie shop, and i was all hyped on sugary goodness.

But instead of being hyped up on milko's, karate belts, red clouds and black jelly beans, i was hyped up on pure, natural adrenalen.
Yet i was somewhat scraed as to what horrid memories would flood back to me.

Photos coming soon.

Just for shits and giggles.

Soon, i will have a brand spanking new laptop to call my own.
But for now, i put up with this hunk of junk, and shead a tear for all the 'lacking in quality' photos.
Hold up, and soon my photos will be crystal clear.

Yet again im so sorry about these dodgy photos.









He goes by the name, Benedict.
All the way from, Smythes Creek.


PHOTOS-Camilla Louisa Nicholls

I was scouting threw the ever so long list of blogs i follow, and i stumbled upon one titled "Here Comes The Sun".The creator of this lovely blog often asks her followers questions about their their life in general and or what makes them tick.One question i adored on her page was "What inspires you?"The obvious thing that came to mind, was to create a list of some sort.Things that inspire me that is. 

Del Kathryn Barton's and her somewhat eccentric art works.




Album art work.






People in general.




and of course, my family.

What inspires you?

As my leg dwindles and my brain becomes enclosed in my own mind numbing sanity, i still allow myself some joy.

SO, I have decided to start a collection of 'HAND' written book titles.
Tiles can only enter this collection if
a) They allow me to laugh at men's stupidity.
OR
b) If they're down right ridiculous.

I'm in ore of my inexpensive collection.

GLUE

finally, i have a copy of Irvin Welsh's novel Glue, to call my own.
if you like the intensely deranged characters of Trainspotting, and the disturbingly erotic and sometimes down right horrid stories of The Acid House then i highly recommend this novel.
it may be far off from a light read, but hell, i have nothing better to do with my dull life.
and at $8, i would be an utter idiot to pass this one down.

with this find, things may just be looking up for this dimwitted-one legged-buffoon.

all i can say is that i have an uncontrollable obsession with all things beards.
if you place a well dressed, bearded man in front of me, then BAM, i may just become slightly hooked.
so if your incapable of growing your own little patch of hair on your face, then sorry, i don't think it will work out.

it's a forbidden thirst, that will never be quenched.

oh, i would just like to add, please no little flavour savers. they somewhat sicken me.

im only alone because of your horrid 'lack' of company.

PHOTOS-Camilla Louisa Nicholls

blank.

i have been listening to the ever so enchanting jonathan boulet every chance i get, for the past week or so.
i thrive for the talent he obtained somewhere throughout his childhood.
for a twenty one year old, his pretty bloody good.

'you never knew me' is my personal favourite.
and for me, my room is the only place/sanctuary that really knows the real me, or for that matter, knew the real me.













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