Leaning Against The Bathroom Wall In Your Lonely Dress

I spent 7 hours on the train today.

The white fields were exciting for half an hour. But they seemed repetative after that. It was pretty though. Lovely snow.

The Watchmen is interesting. I figure I should read it so my hopes can be dashed by the upcoming movie. That, and I'll just look so much cooler if I've read the book. I'm only about a quarter through it so far. I worry that I don't have the mind for comic books. I get confused by them much to often. Dark Knight Returns is a good example of this - It just seems very 'jumpy', the points don't flow. Maybe I have a lazy brain. Comic books are meant for geeks after all. Everyone knows they have magic minds.

My escalating obsession with Mr. Meloy continues. I question my mentality sometimes. 20 year olds should know they can't be friends with their idols. That's why their idols are idols. Idols are something that should be unobtainable - something to look up to when you're way down here.

But Colin.. I'm almost positive I could kidnap him.

Cut 'Em Up Girls

I find it incredibly frustrating that I have nothing to say.

And yet, there's so many thoughts bombarding my brain.

Well.. 7 +/- 2.

No More A Rake And No More A Bachelor.

I don't like my pictures from my last project. So I won't dampen your days with them. Most of them are too blurry and fuzzy to make out anyway. Unless you want some thrilling straight lines? Nopes? Wasn't sure you would.

I have my tattoo on the horizon. That's exciting to me. Soon, my Triforce shall be complete, and I will be the geekiest person I know. And I am a wonderful person to know. Thrilling. I promise you.

On to more pressing issues. Colin Meloy - I will kidnap you and keep you in my walk in wardrobe until you write a song for me. Then you'll be free to go. In fact, it doesn't even have to be about me. Just mention my name and I'll sleep soundly for the rest of my life.

I think I'm going to have to use my much hyped birthday present to go and see them in America. The thought gives me genuine joy.

And on a completely shallower note, I want new glasses, and a new hair cut. Something drastic has to happen. And it has to happen soon. I'm so completely bored of being myself right now.

Maybe a couple of pictures. To go unappreciated. You know, you big anonymous internet, you're most unhelpful in my quest for pretentiousness you know. How am I supposed to be a misunderstood artist if you fail to pay me any attention?

That last sentence was all the pretentiousness I can muster for today. I am so completely drained. It's nice to feel numb though. It's much more peaceful than being stressed out, hectic and miserable.



I am a super poser. Don't let me convince you otherwise, it's faux modesty.



Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat Ankle.

The World Loves It When You Sing The Blues.

I am probably not a whole person. I'm made up of hundred of pieces.

I drift from obsession to obsession. They come along oddly quickly. The Decemberists for example. A friend sent me a few of their songs, and if I remember rightly, I mentioned that they would be my new obsession. I was right.

It makes me sad. I have neglected Franz Ferdinand, Nirvana and Radiohead recently, all for my all consuming love for the Decemberists.

It's not just music though. I have evolved. Zelda for example. Anyone who knows me knows that Link has an overwhelmingly large potion of my brain all to himself. As do all the other characters that I just can't list. It seems that that little corner is being prodded by a new love however. Enter the Joker and Harley Quinn. Interestingly enough though, my all consuming passion for Zelda isn't wavering. I guess I'm a lot more fickle when it comes to music than I'd like to admit.

Personality is an interesting thing.

I'll post some pictures when I'm less busy. I just wanted to make sure I had this months post covered.

Lord Just Keep Your Dancing Shoes Off Mine

The ding dings make my head vibrate. The flashing lights probably don't help. Pinholes.. They're magic.



Couple of candles rendered in beautiful pinhole glory.



It looks like there's millions, but in reality, there's like, 6ish. Marvelous what a bit of lung power can achieve.



Much calmer, I think you'll agree.



What happens when you flash a camera at a person with glasses in the dark? Where does the light go? Maybe the Batman hides it.



See through eyelids. They're all the rage.

I Want The World Nothing Less, All The Glam And The Press.

Mum, I wouldn't bother looking at these. You won't get them and it will just break your heart :p

I've been pinholing! Digital pinholing! because I am the 21st century.

They're abstract, and conceptual, which give me +100 pretentious points. I'm currently at 5000.

But in your arms, I just wanna die.

Hokay. I am not proud of these, but if I am to be considered a genuine photographer, I shall post them.

I present to you, half of the book I recently made entitled '8 hours of bed hair'

Enjoy mon amies.



Hour 1 - 1am



Hour 2 - 2am
Still not too bad. Though I am clearly narked off at the prospect of being woken up every hour for the rest of the night already.



Hour 3 - 3am

Looking oddly freshfaced. Hair is swept on top of my head. Stylin'


Hour 4 - 4am

Still looking hot.



Hour 5 - 5am

Starting to lose it a little..



Hour 6 - 6am

Sexy town, population Moi! You knows it.



Hour 7 - 7am

How can you not want to wake up to this each morning..



Hour 8 - 8am

I'm looking about right for a Sunday morning.

9 am. Wake up time!



9 am. Wake up time!

And there we go. It's a good to know I'm hotness even when I'm unconcious.

Ahh, self deprecation. What would I be without you :)