There's an itching in my toes and a stirring in my heart, I think its time...

ITS FINISHEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THESIS IS IN!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now just on essay to go... When everything is over I have made up my mind... I'm going to learn Italian. It's time to stop speaking about things I've always wanted to do and actually start doing them. (I watched Eat Pray Love earlier for the 10th time... could also have something to do with it :P ) Dolce far niente.

ever since I watched High Society and heard the song 'Samantha', I have been in love with this moviehave you ever been somewhere and felt that this is where you belong?

when I was little I loved beauty and the beast, and the library scene was my favourite- more than anything else I wanted a library just like this one, full of treasure and dancing ladders, and talking candles naturally

Flowers of Flame

I put my thesis up on my other blog (http://meanderingmindlessness.blogspot.com/)... it's very long so I really don't expect anyone to read it :P I think I'm just about finished now, I'm absolutely terrified to give it to Hedley, I'm ridiculously close to it.

My current panda obsession is getting a little bit out of hand... but this is so sweet!

I hope he is ok :(

2 dead birds in a row. 9 nine NINE days. Not so long now. Choose something you're passionate about. Write about it. Write right write. Apply, try, fail, snail. Too slow, you missed the boat. No plans, no fans. Keep dancing girl, pale moon of a face. I miss you. How come I always say the wrong thing? From tomorrow. Tomorrow again and again. Spaces in between. Signified and sign. Deconstruction, breaking down of hierarchies, not inverting but subverting, out of context to something new. New. Language, everywhere, can we be without? Is everything a translation? But of what? Plato said ban the poets. Perhaps. perhaps Cut out and paste, manually break it and put it back together again. Jigsaw child, puzzle piece, put yourself back together again. together again. "who always knew how to speak a little girl who only dressed in pink and had tea parties everyday." Storyteller, tell us a tale... nails bitten to the core, the quick, quick quick you make me sick, Monet's lillies, gazing off a bridge, its a mind-game sweetheart.Words like treacle coat the tongue, no wonder the door-mouse was dozy. If only there were such thing as bread and butter flies and everyday was shoeboxes and birds never died.

"Skops skops skops"

grad ball

It was a fun night, mostly because I got to spend time with my (new haircut and clean shaven!) boy :) It was a bit of a let down because there was no dancing or 'murder mystery theme' it was basically just a dinner, but the food was yummy and we enjoyed ourselves :)