i thought i should try and start blogging again, it's been a while

a small window into my life at present

i know i'm terrible at keeping up to date with this, especially when i'm busier than usual. i've been at university in glasgow for almost three months now, so here's a snippet of my life afterhours in (other people's) pictures:
the flat across from ours, first night!

art school numero uno




jackson, isabella, maria, and linnea, outside stereo

meal at isabella's


the skinny's birthday at the arches



sophie's birthday

synth



post-synth

equalized




halloween friday

halloween

for the price of a night with me

you'd be the village joke


i leave for scotland on the 5.45 train from euston tomorrow. i'll miss people dreadfully, and i'm obscenely nervous, but i'm hopeful and excited. if you're reading this, the likelyhood is i'm missing you

a certain someone confuses me beyond all measure. i dream about them caring for me, missing me, feeling for me in the same way i do for them. this infuses with my general conciousness, and i believe in it. i don't think about them all the time, i haven't prevented myself for thinking about other people, i'm not obsessed. i kiss our relic when i'm in bed, and wish all unsaid words to pass through it and find their way to you

hopefully the post below doesn't apply to blogging

i'm of to university in five days, and am doing my usual ritual of meticulously planning. i have already packed, i have written down all of the things that i might want to get involved with during freshers week, and i have fictitious groceries lists made to comply with a number of easy, nutritious recipes. all of this distracts me from the emotional strain of leaving home, and moving somewhere else.

lessons on conversation

1) never talk continuously for 90 seconds
2) try to begin a sentence with "I" as few times as possible

missing someone special

cigars with dad

it's soothed me a little; a-level results come out tomorrow x

daffodil

i drew something that i didn't think was too bad for once. but still compared to ewan's drawings, it leaves much to be desired