coffee, chocolate chip cookies, diseases and epidemics homework.

It's always a mad rush, last day of school holidays with unfinished, half done, neglected homework still rotting at the bottom of your school bag with all the uneaten bits of fruit (the center of dad jokes throughout the ages "this apples as been to school as many times its starting to make friends", you get the drift) which have turned into your own  personal, portable compost bin. Lovely mental image, isn't it although trust me when I say it's much worse when your the one, having to scrub out the bits of mold consuming the scones you made 2nd week, first term in "healthy choices", ugh .

It suddenly occurred to me, with my non-existent time management skills, fully functional as they may be, this might defiantly almost, possibly be my last post for some time (9 weeks, 3 days and numerous late nights, if one was going to be pedantic about it.) But instead of dreading the return to the educational institute, now referred to as school. I'm going to positively embrace it, with open arms, accepting the wise words of generation past "what are you whinging about, in my day..."

So, commence the late night cramming. constant checking of the cupboards because despite checking them 3 minuets ago and finding the same result, there is still nothing to eat, endless procrastinating and continuing my eternal love hate, but mostly hate, no, actually it's all hate relationship, with the school printing system.

xx.

wasted days.

There is nothing quite like it. Escaping for an afternoon. Getting on your bike and just ridding until you find a little bit a perfect, where escape is possible, where all you have with you is your camera and something to read because that's all you need.

I spent my afternoon exploring the river and its surroundings for the perfect spot just to sit and be alone. Despite the cold weather and chance of rain the chilly breeze was refreshing. Listening to the wind run its fingers through the trees branch was a pure delight. One that should be indulged more often

All in all, it was splendid. x.

Falling leaves

The weather is changing and so are the things we find in our wardrobe. From summers over sized singlets and ripped shorts to the military boots and scarfs of winter.

The other day my best friend and I chose to venture out and brave the unpredictable weather that is the city's awkward transition between the seasons and spend the day rummaging through op-shop bins and drinking Gloria Jeans chillers whilst rediscovering the hidden alley ways of the city and simultaneously escaping the Mal rats and bongans who seem to be in abundance recently.

So, it occurred to me that whilst the weather is experiencing a serious case of bipolar, I'd take a few shots of what i wore and share it.

As it is frowned upon to appear naked in public

Sorry, what was your name again?

So, blogging eh? I have been wondering how to start this off, how to introduce myself, what I'm here for...
I feel like the first post of a new blog is like the first hour of a party, awkward as hell. The pressures is on to make a good first impression, so before we resort to talking about the weather and god forbid cracking stale and politically incorrect dad jokes...Have you heard the one about the Labrador?

Lets not get ahead of ourselves, so before we get to the stage where the alcohol has turned us all into sexual predators, I think its safe to say that I'm not sure what I want to do here or the real purpose for this soon to be array of pictures and words which have been thrown together just because it's more interesting than the math questions due last Wednesday. I hope to turn it into more than that, so as the bonfire is lit and you offer me a slip from your colourful bottle of intoxicant

Lets see where it takes us from here. x.