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.













photography-myself-c.l.n

par-tay tricks and what not.

last night, to my drunken embarrassment, i attempted and yes succeeded my ultimate party trick.
i was quite disappointed that only 2 or so people witnessed this great achievement, but i cant complain.
not everyone can marvel at my wonders.

sadly, my knee had to pay the ultimate price.



EQUALS

signs.

another year gone, another year older,
and the way i'm headed, none the wiser.

maybe today, or sometime soon, i will write done all the stupid things I've done in the past, and draw a story board. it will be called, "the story board: to hell and back"
but for now, im happy just sitting here, sipping at my coffee filled cactus cup, and "wondering whether to have burger or chips"-QUOTE THE STREETS, "contemplating suicide"- QUOTE NICK CAVE. but really i contemplate whether i should take up Italian or Spanish.
ciao.

RIP my precious

do you remember the days where nothing mattered
&you were free to do what ever your heart desired

confusion was a thing of the future
&frustration was unheard of.

romance was kept alive with hand written love letters
and now we are left with text messages saying "ur a qti. will u go out wit mi!?!?!?!"

and now, my mind is left frazzled and worst to wears every day.


PHOTOGRAPHY BY THE ONE AND ONLY.