photobooth

this photobooth made me look like i have dirt running down my neck. damn chapel st.  i don’t, really.

i deleted the fashion blog because i was lazy- isn’t that appalling!???
i know i’ve been really, really bad at blogging lately- i’m sorry! just insanely busy and my camera is still broken. i’ve managed to lose around 4-5 kilos since jamie left, which is the single perk.  he also set up his own photography website, go look!

ultimate frisbee tournament tomorrow for the Victorian Teacher’s Games. pumped!!!!

i have also decided that i’m going to do nanowrimo. someone else do it with me!

ALSO, i am obsessed with finding out what the background music is on this site- FRAVSHOP.COM. they not only have GREAT clothing, I have had the background music on loop for at least an hour.

Dear Cornelius.

This very attractive photo was taken by Geoff and features not only the man of my dreams, but also a man I would like to stress my appreciation and love for, Mark. Mark is one of my favourite people, and I am very, very glad he is here for me to have supernatural marathons with.

Finally;

Ash can has a Jamie.

JAMIE IS LEAVING TODAY

Me, by Geoff, with my LC-A+. Taken at Red Tongue, Brunswick street, Fitzroy. Again, note the incredible hat.

JAMIE IS LEAVING TODAY JAMIE IS LEAVING TODAY JAMIE IS LEAVING TODAYJAMIE IS LEAVING TODAY JAMIE IS LEAVING TODAY JAMIE IS LEAVING TODAY JAMIE IS LEAVING TODAY JAMIE IS LEAVING TODAY JAMIE IS LEAVING TODAY JAMIE IS LEAVING TODAY JAMIE IS LEAVING TODAY JAMIE IS LEAVING TODAY JAMIE IS LEAVING TODAY JAMIE IS LEAVING TODAY JAMIE IS LEAVING TODAY JAMIE IS LEAVING TODAY JAMIE IS LEAVING TODAY JAMIE IS LEAVING TODAY JAMIE IS LEAVING TODAY JAMIE IS LEAVING TODAY JAMIE IS LEAVING TODAY JAMIE IS LEAVING TODAY JAMIE IS LEAVING TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am so excited, I have had to change my pants four times today already. I can also remember when there were 180 days to go, and retrospectively the time has flown.

Sex pistols

This is a photo of my mum and dad back before I existed. If you look carefully you can see that it says “Sex Pistols” on the wall behind them. This will always be my favourite photo. It sits in a frame in my lounge room.

6 days until I drive to pick up Jamie from the airport. Still not feeling real. He has some new photos up he took with his Diana Mini, you should go look!

I bought a pair of denim shorts off ebay, and they arrived with a free “versace” white vintage singlet. It was odd, but no complaints

Yet another end of roll image.

I like.

I have had an interesting week, to say the least. Work has been hectic, reports for the kids are due and I’ve had to write around 50. This is one of the main reasons I’ve been such an infrequent blogger. That, and I have a few films needing developing that I just haven’t gotten to yet.

Jamie gets here in 12 days. I’m excited, but it still doesn’t feel real.

It’s been reinforced to me this week that you can’t take people at face value. Someone who has been very nice to my face, was the opposite behind my back and it really hurt not only me, but other people. Trust factor 0. Bit of a rollercoaster week, really.

5 months of missing you.

It’s been exactly 5 months since the day Jamie and I met. It’s also  been exactly 5 months since we decided we had to spend the rest of our lives together.

It’s been 4 months and 25 days since I’ve seen him.
He is here in 16 days. It’s going way, way too slow.

Dear Prudence.

I know I’ve been a bad blogger!!!!! I won’t be from now on!! It’s been what, a week?

20 days!!!

Photos of photos.

I took these of digital photos on my computer screen. I freaking love them.

It’s a month until I pick Jamie up from Tullamarine Airport. It’s starting to feel more real.

Ruv.

I look at this and wish it hadn’t come out so shiny. But then again, the world IS shiny.

Melbourne

I adore this city.

42 Days!!!

I’m still counting.

4 months of love today.

46 days until I see him again.

Probably not going to let him go back to England. Even if I have to chain him to my house.

My hair is no longer black.



And now I can barely afford to live for the next two weeks.

Also, the affair I’m having with a communist from London has been uncovered. I will now be moving to London instead, to be with him. Sorry if that ruins your fairytale, everyone.

The reason I’m quite happy to become an immigrant.

futiledemocracy;

I will cross the sea for you.

My Diana Mini is here!

This means a road trip up to Bendigo to pick it up. In other news, I will most likely have my first article published in a physiotherapy journal within about a month. Hoorayyyyyyy. I am living on different varieties of home made juice because I bought a new blender. I just had a breakfast smoothie, it was INCREDIBLE.

Banana
Strawberries
Oats
Rice milk
Honey
Cinnamon

I could live on this drink forever.
It is also now less than 2 months before Jamie gets here. I’m the tiniest bit worried about this volcano business.

I need

A break.

Less than 9 weeks now.

I want a bike.

With a basket and sweet vintage step-through style. LC-A+, AGFA 200.

I just played truth or dare with Jamie for an hour. The bastard just kept saying “truth”. I think he may have been scared of what my dare would be.
It may have involved nudity.
It’s late, and I’m tired. I bought 9 pairs of underwear today, all exactly the same.

I am sick of hearing about/ seeing “fixies”.  Apparently this is becoming a subculture of its own in Melbourne? With a hierarchy of fixie enthusiast stature?

I have become obsessed with Waterfords Apple Berry Natural Mineral Water.

I’m really not making a lot of sense.

Goodnight.

Sorry!

I know I haven’t been as good a blogger lately, but I’ve been feeling like shit, been insanely busy and having a mini creative rut. Tonight, Jamie made me feel a whole lot better, by showing what he really thinks about my intelligent mind-

I shudder to think of what our children are going to turn out like.

I’m getting a film back tomorrow, with some good shots (I hope) of friends and Melbourne. Will scan/post/attribute words to ASAP.

I want to live here.

And I could paint, and draw, and write, and not be bothered by anyone. We would have each other, and wouldn’t need anything else. Fill our cottage with art and music and words. I’d have a step-through bike with a basket, and go and get fresh vegetables in the morning. We wouldn’t have a TV, because there is so much to see and create. Lazy mornings with an endless teapot and books and blankets. Someone please, send me there.

[no idea where this picture is from, sorry to whoever I should credit.]

Steam.

[please note, this was written a long time ago. jamie and i are as sickly happy as ever. in other news I GOT A TYPEWRITER!!!]

Once upon a time

Jamie wrote a blog about me. He’s incredible. I am so, so lucky.

The other half of my duprass.

Back home.

Tonight I am at Geoff and Kerry’s. Kerry is cleaning, I’m drinking a green apple UDL and trying to decide whether or not I have enough energy to go and get pizza. Geoff is watching “Teen cribs” and Chani is trying to dye her hair without turning her neck black. I finished “Slaughterhouse 5″ today by Vonnegut.

In other news, I fell in love all over again last night. Although, that happens most days. Jamie.

Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt.

I am sick.

I’m sick. I can’t stop coughing, my eyes are leaky, my head hurts, my nose is running and I feel like I’m going to pass out. Hooray for the holidays.

Countdown- 75 days. Less than 11 weeks. My prince.

View.

These are taken from my Dad’s back door. The view is over 180 degrees. I’m going to get married in that little gazebo. Lomo LC-A+, fuji superia 400

la la la la

This is not how it looks. Jamie had a hole in his pants, and I was inspecting it.

I have decided that moving to England is really my only option. I am going to apply for my registration to work as a physio in the UK later this year, and I will most likely be there by mid 2011.

I feel so, so relieved to have made a decision. I choose love.

Edinburgh.

I’m currently in Tasmania, with my Dad, Stepmum and 3 siblings. I’ll be going into Hobart on adventures this week to find film and some sweet vintage clothing. In other news, I’ve decided to move to England within 18 months. Love>job.

Send me over.

Now.

Would you drop everything to move 10,000 miles for love?
I don’t know what’s stopping me. I’m not sure I’m brave enough.

Carnaby

I MISS THIS!!! Lomo LC-A+, slide film

I have the best boyfriend in the entire world.

From over 10,000 miles away, he sends me lilies. Jamie, you’re incredible. I love you. 85 days!!

I AM SO EXCITED!!!!

I’m currently sitting waiting near my front door, as Jamie has informed me that someone will soon be knocking on it with a present. I AM SO EXCITED!!!!!!! And he is freaking out, because if they’re late, and I have to leave for work, the plan will be foiled. But I AM SO EXCITED!!!!! This photo is of Gianna. Lomo LC-A+, first roll I ever took. I was a little drunk, and every single photo came out moderately blurry.

Geoff

This is Geoff. I’m currently sitting on Geoff’s couch. I have no idea who took this photo. Geoff is incredible, and I can’t believe how lucky I am to have a friend like him. You should all praise him. Become his minions. I have to go to work now at the children’s hospital, I’m having a million yucks.

Addition- I found out that Chris took this photo. Yayyy Chris.

A walk with Oscar

These are from my gorgeous english gentleman’s first ever roll from a Diana Mini, using Redscale film. They make me ridiculously excited about getting my own Diana… post from ebay takes too long!!! I love these photos. And his face.  Click this to see some of Jamie’s digital photography.

90 DAYS

There are only 90 days left, until I see Jamie again. I’ve never been one to count down to things, but this time it’s different.

Jamie lives in Leicester,  England. I live in Victoria, Australia. It’s possibly THE longest distance relationship two people could have. The last time we saw each other was the 3rd of January. He’s coming to Australia on the 15th of June. I have never been so excited about an event that is so far in the future.

Jamieeeeee come here nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

I miss England. I miss you.

Every day I look at the world from my window

But chilly, chilly is the evening time.

Cab Sauv

Edinburgh Castle, LC-A+, cross processed slide film.

I’m feeling less than great today, I’ve had half a bottle of cleanskins Cab Sauv and I’m thinking bed might be a good idea. Having the metabolism of a dead tortoise sucks. So does having a boyfriend who lives a 24 hour plane ride away. I miss him

metamorphosis?

I’ve been cleaning out my old laptop, and some of the old photos of me are quite hilarious.  It’s amazing how much a person can change in a few years! So, this is me, circa 2004-now. Not in any real  order, obviously. And Jamie, thank you for thinking I’m gorgeous even when I’m sitting on the couch trying to grow back my stomach lining from the night before. My prince x

INDEPENDENCE.

I’m writing this whilst sitting on my brand new black leather couch, in the gorgeous little minors cottage I am now the occupant of. It’s a beautiful night, the sort of Aussie summer night where you open the doors to the house to let the breeze in, whilst slathered in Aeroguard and armed with a can of Mortein. I have a Diet Coke with ice, I’m playing Portishead, I have a new, considerably higher income from a job I so far adore, and I HAVE INDEPENDENCE!!!

You would think that in my situation I would be content. The truth, however, is that I am far from it.

I am in love with someone who lives a mere 24 hour flight away. Sitting here, the silence isn’t soothing, but a deafening reminder of the fact that he isn’t here with me. I feel like my life is on hold, like everything I am doing up until I see him again is just filling in time.

Today, I filled my bookcase, and subconsciously put Ginsberg, Wordsworth and Kerouac on the top shelf, because they are our favourites. I placed a photo of London by my bed. Our scrapbook went straight onto the coffee table, and his T shirt into the top drawer of my bedside table. I thought about where he would put his clothes, and whether we would both fit on the couch.

I have never felt like part of me is missing, like I do right now. I feel incomplete, even lost. I wish I could drop everything and jump on a plane tomorrow. I know I’m not brave enough.

So I will sit and think and set up my drumkit, drink far too many diet-friendly carcinogens and go to bed wishing I was somewhere else.

This sucks.