"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love."
- Dr. Seuss
A fusion of my thoughts, feelings, experiences, and my love of all things creative..
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
winter walk pt 2.
more photos!
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| this says 'i love my family' i think. none of us wrote it - we just found it while walking along! |
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| the horizon is a bit fuzzy - the rain started to come in just as we were walking up to the car. lucky! |
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| huge contrast at the beach just up the coast. we stopped here for lunch about 15 minutes after the walk. amazing blue sky and everything! |
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| captain giving me a smooch |
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| my uncle had this for lunch. i didn't - due to being vegetarian! |
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| 'can i have a chip mum?' |
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| the secret cove we go swimming at in summer |
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| when my brother was little he was convinced he was born under this tree. bit a of creative story there hah! |
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| contemplative |
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| cheery brother |
as promised - winter beach walk
four days ago, the family and i travelled to a beautiful stormy beach to take pup for a walk. along the way, we found sea balls - mum had found a couple, years earlier and absolutely lost it when she found a never-ending supply of them just hanging around. we filled up the entire boot with them!
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Thursday, July 21, 2011
i want..
- Liz LemonI want someone who will be monogamous and nice to his mother. And I want someone who likes musicals, but knows to just shut his mouth when I’m watching Lost. And I want someone who thinks being really into cars is lame, and strip clubs are gross. I want someone who will actually empty the dishwasher instead of just taking out forks as needed - like I do. I want someone with clean hands and feet and beefy forearms, like a damn Disney prince. And I want him to genuinely like me. Even when I’m old. And that’s what I want.
sad = dark inspiration. numb = nothing. happy = creative!
i think i'm more interesting when i'm unhappy.
not in a social sense. oh no!
but i just stumbled across this, and thought 'hey, thats me!'
i truly think that, to quote gotye (i hate it when people quote songwriters but here goes), that there is infact, a certain type of sadness and melancholia that is addictive. (the actual lyric is 'you can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness, but creativite license, y'know!)
i think i write more when i've got more emotions tumbling around inside me. apart from at the moment, of course. i'm luckily not suffering from the same kind of inspiration that is depression, that i was a couple of years ago.
of course, i had a different kind of sadness within me (resembled something like grief i believe), last winter. that kind of sadness was nothing but numb.
however, at the moment, i'm in the middle of a weird kind of happy creative ball.
i can't actually explain it any other way..
not in a social sense. oh no!
but i just stumbled across this, and thought 'hey, thats me!'
i truly think that, to quote gotye (i hate it when people quote songwriters but here goes), that there is infact, a certain type of sadness and melancholia that is addictive. (the actual lyric is 'you can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness, but creativite license, y'know!)
i think i write more when i've got more emotions tumbling around inside me. apart from at the moment, of course. i'm luckily not suffering from the same kind of inspiration that is depression, that i was a couple of years ago.
of course, i had a different kind of sadness within me (resembled something like grief i believe), last winter. that kind of sadness was nothing but numb.
however, at the moment, i'm in the middle of a weird kind of happy creative ball.
i can't actually explain it any other way..
my nervous twitch - and an ill-fated 'almost' romance
i'm a bit of a socially awkward person sometimes, i think. and i develop the shakes way too easily. embarrassing twitch type shakes. i've had them since school, but just recently they got really bad. ever since a certain man would come into work. let me tell you, i really had the biggest crush on him for quite literally a year. an entire year. yep. pathetic, i know, as i didn't even know his name.
but that's the thing with this town, it's very easy to find out who people are, because quite honestly, everyone is connected somehow. and that's one thing that i have a love/hate relationship with, about this place. the connected-ness of everyone and everything, and relationships, and the constant gossip, and people you've never met before knowing everything there is to know about you. it's a community, but sometimes i hate it.
anyway, i seemed to develop a nervous twitch whenever this man would come in for a coffee. the first time he came in, it happened.. i threw money at him, and stammered .. 'ohh s-s-sorry..'. i thought he found me a bit strange, maybe referred to me as the 'odd girl from that coffee shop'. if he referred to me at all of course, which he most likely didn't.
i knew him from somewhere else before this, but this was the first time i'd seen him in my coffee shop. oh wasn't i lucky!
as it turned out, no, i wasn't. each and everytime he would come in after that, my body seemed to take on a mind of its own - i seem to recall a concussion incident on the cake cabinet, and the explosion of a milkshake all over the blender and back bench.
but the point was, he was this mythical creature - way too good-looking, talented, amazing even, to ever dream of talking to me, or even to think of me outside of my now embarrassing reputation of being the clumsy, idiotic girl, with the fringe, from the coffee shop.
of course, as my life has a tendency of doing, i was tackled head on with an actual date planned with this certain mythical creature. it turned out, my friend had been drunk at a pub somewhere, found him and told him we'd be perfect together. to this day, i still don't know if he knew if i was the clumsy girl from the coffee shop when i first saw him, walking to our table, on that ill-fated day. he definitely never mentioned it - he acknowledged that i worked there, but never if i knew it was him i was being set up with.
i never mentioned it either. i wondered, if he wondered.
i'm still unsure as to why he was interested in me. i turned out to be several years his junior - even though he could easily pass for 5 years younger than he actually is. i don't even know if he was interested in me.
but what i do know is that i was not interested in him. i thought i was in love with him - from a distance of course, never really knowing who he was, or what his motivations were, or even his name. but as i came to know him as a person, i decided that the clumsy girl i had been before i knew him was preferable to this new one, the one that had realised the mythical man was in fact, just that. a fantasy.
nothing like reality to break your heart.
but that's the thing with this town, it's very easy to find out who people are, because quite honestly, everyone is connected somehow. and that's one thing that i have a love/hate relationship with, about this place. the connected-ness of everyone and everything, and relationships, and the constant gossip, and people you've never met before knowing everything there is to know about you. it's a community, but sometimes i hate it.
anyway, i seemed to develop a nervous twitch whenever this man would come in for a coffee. the first time he came in, it happened.. i threw money at him, and stammered .. 'ohh s-s-sorry..'. i thought he found me a bit strange, maybe referred to me as the 'odd girl from that coffee shop'. if he referred to me at all of course, which he most likely didn't.
i knew him from somewhere else before this, but this was the first time i'd seen him in my coffee shop. oh wasn't i lucky!
as it turned out, no, i wasn't. each and everytime he would come in after that, my body seemed to take on a mind of its own - i seem to recall a concussion incident on the cake cabinet, and the explosion of a milkshake all over the blender and back bench.
but the point was, he was this mythical creature - way too good-looking, talented, amazing even, to ever dream of talking to me, or even to think of me outside of my now embarrassing reputation of being the clumsy, idiotic girl, with the fringe, from the coffee shop.
of course, as my life has a tendency of doing, i was tackled head on with an actual date planned with this certain mythical creature. it turned out, my friend had been drunk at a pub somewhere, found him and told him we'd be perfect together. to this day, i still don't know if he knew if i was the clumsy girl from the coffee shop when i first saw him, walking to our table, on that ill-fated day. he definitely never mentioned it - he acknowledged that i worked there, but never if i knew it was him i was being set up with.
i never mentioned it either. i wondered, if he wondered.
i'm still unsure as to why he was interested in me. i turned out to be several years his junior - even though he could easily pass for 5 years younger than he actually is. i don't even know if he was interested in me.
but what i do know is that i was not interested in him. i thought i was in love with him - from a distance of course, never really knowing who he was, or what his motivations were, or even his name. but as i came to know him as a person, i decided that the clumsy girl i had been before i knew him was preferable to this new one, the one that had realised the mythical man was in fact, just that. a fantasy.
nothing like reality to break your heart.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
day at the seaside
also, do remind me about the photos i took today at the seaside won't you?
here's a taste
here's a taste
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| mum spoiling captain |
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| beautiful old vintage lolly-shop |
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| jelly beans!! - fave lolly for any further reference... |
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| best chips! |
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| beach scenes 1, 2, 3 |
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| whoops this one snuck in becuase i went out for dinner afterwards - dressed in exactly the same jumper as i've been wearing ever since i bought it no less! |
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