Shake it all about.

I hope we stay in.

Biographies

If you were sat listening to the biography of your life be read out at your funeral, would you be happy about what it says?

Please do not eat in the gallery.

This no food eating thing in a gallery is a rule for a reason.

There I was, sucking on a mint.

Mum says something to me.

It amuses me.

So much so that I managed to projectile spit my mint out of my mouth in front of what probably was a very expensive Impressionist painting, past the little rope that was 'protecting' the work of art.

Needless to say we stopped looking at that painting pretty quickly and moved on.

Beanstalks

Being a student is a privileged position. To be given time to be completely self indulgent and focus on your own personal growth is a beautiful thing. Sometimes things get messy, and your head can feel like one big scribble but as a student you are granted breathing space. Eventually you can figure it out. You can follow your passion and study what you like. A subject that you find fascinating: a path that you want to follow. Of course there are pressures that follow this, expectations blah blah blah. It's only now that I'm no longer in that position I can see how lucky I was to have chosen something I wanted, to have studied where I chose, and followed my pursuits learning about what I wanted. That's pretty cool.

Spacial Awareness Failure. (A.K.A SAF)

She shoulder barges a lamp post.

The friend turns around and jokingly shouts at the post, "Watch where you're going!"

She sees another lamp post approach.
She says, "I've got my eye on you."

The pair dissolve into hysterical fits of laughter and tears.

Classic case of SAF.

The tale of the orange juice that never was.

There is a sister on my bed,
she's pretending to be dead,
she's acting like she is sad,
but in fact she's really mad,
she just wants some juice,
but no-one will let her loose
in the kitchen.

THUNDER

Damn my thighs.

Thighs: 2
Jeans: 0