bringing back the 70's feel.

what i love about this lovely sun-shiny-day weather, is the sunsets.
the colours that they produce are phenomenal.

my personal favourite is the sandy-yellow colour.

it reminds me of those rustic, old 70's photos that my parents would get out on the odd occasion.

mind you, i do get quite disturbed when i come across a photo of my butt naked mum.

my own photography thank you very much.....

caitlin and her magical brush.

i hope to my god ( the worn out shoe in the middle of my room) that one day, i will be as good as this marvelous artist, formally known as Caitlin Quiet.

but in the mean time, im an amateur with little or no talent.

but before i leave, are you able to tell me if i am able to get any source of recognition in this period in time?

if so, let me know. im ever so lonely in this blogging world.

Caitlin Quiet.

http://caitlinquiet.blogspot.com/

beards and cups.

i am currently under going an art folio.
this folio is based around hairy-man beards.
i am quite fond of all the directions you can go with beards.
who knew you could draw a perfectly natural tea pot with a 'ranga' beard.

NOTE: no offence was made against 'ranga's'. i am one myself.

p.s any suggestions for a bases of a beard man, woman, object, donkey etc is always need.

it's emtpy in the valley of your heart.

finally, my home town is experiencing some warmth.

7 things that make me tick

a brief encounter with camilla.

the seven beautiful things that make me tick.

-i have the best job in the world, THE KNOWN WORLD *cough*
-friday night british murder shows with my mother dear is quite the occasion
-i'm a collector of tea cup, and coffee mug photos
-i like to read penguin books
-i live for the freedom of drawing
-i love jeff buckley full stop.
-i like my coffee hot and soy like.


*thank you 'here comes the sun'

light and sound.

i am quite fond of the light, that gently seeps through the window at sun down.

why cant i be that gentle, question mark

is home where the heart is?

Does your home really define who you really are?

because of you.

i find myself time and time again, listening to the same song, so the lyrics are permanently imprinted into my brain.

for instance, in the past week, i have heard the song 'Because', not the hidious song by Jessica Maulboy(im sorry to all her adoring -young- teenybopper- fans out there, but its ever so true) , but the song by the most influencial band to come out of the UK, the ever so wonderful, The Beatles.

the song is basic, but basic is hard to interpretate.

so if your a decoding maniac, please dont hesitate to let me know.

excuse me, awha?

fight for your right, to par-tay.

the weekend just gone, my good friend zarnie threw a genre party. this meant each person was to dress up as a stereo typical genre.

the list was; electro, grunge, scene, hippy, mod, nerd and goth.

note: dont try to interact or have a decent conversation with an electro kid, they can only hear their electro bass music.

maths, to perfume

Like most days of the week, I find school pointless and frankly a waste of time. My maths teacher doesn’t even flinch when I arrive to class, sit down and pop out the novel perfume. I find it disappointing that I have so much control over him. His an older, wiser human being. I don’t see why he cannot control my actions I portray towards the class.

my question is,what is maths?
To me it’s a pointless class in which you’re taught about the length of a triangle, or the appropriate equation for trigonometry. Why sit there and listen to words that aren’t even in a teenager’s jargon, when you can be reading up on how to produce the perfect scent for a new and improved perfume.

Staying on the perfume track..In case you are literarily retarded, or too lazy to pick up a book once and a while, perfume is a novel written by a german writer who goes by the name of Patrick Suskind.
*Cleary changing the subject for a tiny second*
Wikipedia is one of my main sources of ‘easy access’ information. So clearly this information I will be providing you with, may be incorrect.

anyhow,i typed in perfume (novel) in Wikipedia, and yes I got the write book, thank god. I read the information given about the plot, characters and what not. obvious headings for a B grade encyclopaedia. However when I scrolled my pet mouse down the page, I came across a very strange one line piece of information. It was written under the heading ‘Adaptations’. This information gave reference to a certain goth gone electro musician if you wish to give him that label. It stated 'Marilyn Manson credits this book as one of the inspirations behind the title of his second album, Smells Like Children'.

You sicken me you blood-sucking-cock-munching-cross-dressing-vampire.
this album name, gives reference to a scene at the beginning of the book, in which im not going to dribble on about. you will just have too read it for yourself.

All in all, if your a fan of brewing up a flask of your own perfume, or just up for a bit of the old stab stab murder, then i highly suggest you skip down to your local book shop THE KNOWN WORLD * Cough* and purchase yourself a copy. Yet again, if your too darn lazy too read, rent the movie.

sorry for skipping from one subject to another. i cant stand maths.

steaming..

to my knowledge, i think i may have a slight obsession with tea cups and little coffee mugs. i drink from them everyday, so i guess you could say they are family...long lost family?

oh baby

do you remember the days when taking a sexual, or highly fake photo of yourself was a chore.

even getting ready for your 'close up' took time and commitment.
you really had to prepare yourself.

1-the make up; girls really thrived to acheive perfect eyelashs. even if it did mean clogged lashs.
2-the perfect hair; whether it be straighter than a horse mane, or wild and beast like, aka curly.
3-camera positioning; statistics say that 75% of people take the photo from a higher perspective. 25% take it from below. note: this achieves a unwanted double chin.
4- the famous pout; the pout really makes or brakes the photo. you could either wing it, and get it all wrong and look like you have a facial disfiguration, or you are one of the lucky ones and you were born with it.
either way, you are going to produce a shitty photo of yourself.
so i suggest you leave it to the younger generation.

here i have provided you with example of my friend and i, TRYING to achive a pouty mc pout

photo.

*the statistics i have provided you with are faulse. i am sorry for this inconvenience

p.s the peace sign is another family favourite.

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.