imagine trying to get up these stairs drunk.. lolol
imagine trying to get up these stairs sober
imaging falling down those stairs
but once you mastered them, and some murderer broke in -you could escape upstairs. And while they try to figure out how the hell they work, you can slip out the window and escape to freedom. Just sayin.
I like staying up all night but I also like getting 12 hours of sleep do you see my problem
I’m pretty sure this has been on my blog like 12 different times but I will never not reblog this
my spot, after a long day of work
things i forgot today:
today was a miserable day for being outside, so naturally my job today was to stand outside from 7.30am onwards. it was still dark when i left my house, and as i ate my porridge in a kitchen that only has one working lightbulb, watching the rain lash against the window, i thought well this is a bit shit. but the day was salvaged by the strong black coffee i got on arrival and the cool people i got to work with all day, who were an enthusiastic as the weather was terrible.
i managed to find shelter in a small gallery with a free exhibition, and i was so glad i did when i got to chat with the only other person in there - who happened to be the photographer and partner of the artist in the exhibition. i hope i convinced him to look into coming to the university sometime. i think i did. maybe. he was a cool guy.
the day was nothing that the hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy by douglas adams and a hot cuppa couldn’t fix, and i got cheesecake and wine for dinner. hows about that!
this second post is dedicated to jason ‘room’ courtis, the photographer in the exhibition two at the thistle gallery. he was my inspiration today.
my leather boots, the comfiest things out - but alas, my blister was still extraordinarily painful even with such luscious leather cushioning it
things i forgot today:
i haven’t spoken aloud to anyone in ten hours, apart from a crazy man who hassled me for money “cos he really needed a ciggie miss” as i was trying to unlock the front door while simultaneously juggling my laptop, my supermarket shopping and my bag. um, no. i did do all of the dishes, and ive drunk 8 cups of water today. i also read the eleventh commandment: thou shalt not get caught by jeffery archer today. i justified it by writing some of my philosophy essay and cleaning my room…sort of. im trying to figure out how to wire the circuitry for my design project, but physics was hard even when i had lessons four times a week, let alone doing advanced circuits two years after scraping a pass at level 3.
tomorrow i want to pick some flowers and meet someone so i actually have human contact. tomorrow i need to finish my philosophy and go to the gym.
this first post is dedicated to a cute person called kate. she will read this and know who she is and i suspect she will be the only person to read this. writing fact has me itching to write some fiction so i will go somewhere i know people read my words, even if they aren’t true.
PS. for the record, i am usually a grammar/punctuation nazi but in this case, im exercising a little creative authority and sacrificing capital letters and apostrophes for a consistent aesthetic. i know that im the only one who cares…but just in case my soul mate is reading this, you know i respect words as much as you will have to (and you will have to, if youre my soulmate).