SJG

What. *Convulses

If you haven't previously noticed...I quite like ellipses...

Crazy like a banjo playing gymnast

The Lion and the Lamb

I wish I wasn't so damn indecisive....

I like to stare at people and try and imagine what they looked liked when they were young....

GASP

I wish I hadn't been the only idiot to gasp in the senior school Assembly when the principle announced they would be taking away the snakes form the refectory. Goodbye my lover...

My bed head. It's not very comfortable...

Howdy.

I have a room with a wall with a wall with a wall.

Good ngiht

Night is a word that just does not work on the keyboard. Currently writing a report on Today Tonight for my media class, not once have I managed to type it correctly first go. The position of the keys, the speed of my fingers and my memory and sense of touch of where the keys are...just is swallowed and munted out into a big fat NGIHT NIGHT NIGHT NGIHT NGIHT NGIHT GNIT NIGHT.

Melbourne Street fashion

I can't tell if youre looking at me or not...

Because you're beautiful no matter how chubby my web cam makes you look <3

I like pattern. I like form.

Melbourne street fashion

Beeep beep yeahh

Some observations from the day...

• Things taste much better through a straw
• Everyone sits facing the direction the tram is going, closest to the window. Said seating arrangement provides entertainment when there is a perfect amount of people in which to fill the tram perfectly as such.
• Some people know how to cook chicken..and I really mean cook.
• I have no need for water. Not when I have orange juice and apple & raspberry juice.
• Toshibas are lamer than I thought. Yes. You heard me. An injured animals foot. Lame.
• Georgia will- one day - become a world famous Weather Woman. It's windy because she said it would be windy. And thats that.
• I wish people still made mixtapes the old fashioned way..with a tape recorder and record player. Online mixtapes are no where near as special...
• I have no shoes...not a single pair.
• I am addicted to, double-headed pythons, orange juice and the shitty lollies from Coles...

I don't know, its just really..hairy?

And this is why my hairdresser will never be allowed to go anywhere near my hair..

Daydreaming in the Library reow

This is what every single one of our I.T people look like. They're almost models. Tall. Blonde. And beautiful... LOL one of them has a Star Trec poster on the wall... with this panda above it...

She walked away

....I would cut off my right arm for these...Yes. My right. the useful arm. My colours. My height. My skulls.

Don't be so COY

Spot the Coyster. Even in this scale, SHE STILL INFURIATES ME. I can tell it's her. I CAN SEE HER SWAGGER FROM HERE. I can tell she's looking at me, plotting her next move.

Charcoaled hand

A girl from my sister's year in school

The Rotten and Deceased

My birthday flowers have turned the water fowl but have aged into my dream colour: E33 Sand.

Keeping my sleep on time

He waffles on and on I tell ya

It's complicated...and strange. Alone in the art room, I found some Australian charcoal. It was odd, not quite charcoal though? Thinner and more translucent. When it rubbed off onto your hand, it made really cool marks, as if it had seeped into the skin. A little too eager, I rubbed it too much and turned my hands completely black...so it looks like I've just stepped out of the coal mine. Currently working on a project involving the charcoal, my hands, carbon paper and pencils. So. Excited.

This is where I spend 33% of my time...

Made over pin board

I was feeling rebellious one day; spray can in one hand, revolt and BURNING passion in the other-ready to graff and tag N STUFF I headed down to my nearest secluded alley way, which in Richmond, is not hard to find...hand to the wall, a catchy Tag in mind- Ichickened out.. So I 'graffed' my pinboad instead. Sick of the previous obnoxious pink and orange, I spray painted it. I was pretty rebellious in the end I won't lie...I didn't lay newspaper down and got black paint on mum's garage floor. MAD.

Can you spell Formal?

Hipsterest kids goin' round.

Capes and Studs and everything nice

Hello Caped formal dress.

Drifting away

I am so ready for studio 2012. This is amazing. So. Damn. Inspired.

Easy as

For Chessie.

There is nothing like strolling the streets on a cool dark night. The smell of the dampness in your nose and the freshness of the scene...whether in the city or country. The sun's rays are full of sound and create movement. But the moon's beams create a hollow silence and stillness, where your thoughts have a quiet canvas to unravel themselves onto. The roads are yours. The parks and the light from the street lamps is yours. The Earth breathes heavily in sleep while you stand awake. Unhassled. Unplanned. Still.

The world would be a better place if there was more moss.

The buired boys

I'm staying in bed

Hello gorgeous bed. Can we snuggle?

That is some nice paint, I'm not going to lie...