fustercluck

it's a fustercluck!  
the question of are you/are you not still exists.  
and i've never had such an awkward afternoon in my life.
thankyou for being such a LAD. 
get some australian in ya?


i'm glad to be in london.  it should be a good week - i've already watched two episodes of america's next top model, one ep of family feud (80's edition) and fallen asleep on a couch more comfortable than my florence boot bed of six months. 


this is the final stretch!
I CAN'T FUCKING WAIT.
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how fast time flies

how fast time flies!  it is horrifying to think that i am only away from home for a mere five more weeks.  if it only wasn't for these horrible assignments.  bullshat my way through urban design theory today and hopefully passed.  date number three with hallward library tomorrow - all day - which will be fun and with luck, productive, unlike tonight.

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it's cold

i woke up in rome. it was 20 degrees.
i am now in nottingham. it is 2 degrees.
i want to be in brisbane. it is 27 degrees.

god i miss summer.
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a moment of weakness

i am not sure whether it's because my eyes are dry, or because i am actually sad/homesick/exhausted (feel free to add any negative feeling to that list), but things just seem to be terrible at the moment. and although i do love eating my body weight in sub-par food, if i continue this way, i most certainly will be the size of australia and will have to buy two plane tickets on the way home - depressing thought. it's getting colder, work is getting harder and i want to be on a beach sunbaking more than anything in the entire world.

91 days until my flight home.

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ps: amsterdam was fun.

dublin, ireland

as i sit in dublin, comforted by the warm ambient light in daen's room, i realise how much i miss nottingham. it's the gaelic on every street sign, the torrential rain as i am trying to cross the road to topshop & all the damn green that is getting to me. i miss florence boot & the comfort of home. & i miss everyone back home in australia. 


where are you? come back. you know who you are.


i am sick. i am sick of the feeling of being sick, the fear of getting sick & the wondering whether i am sick or whether it's all in my mind. 


things just aren't the same on the other side of the world. 
& i'm not sure they will be the same when we get back. 
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goodbye, childhood

1991

the last few days: nottingham city (courtesy of archidose.blogspot.com); ithaca creek state school in a ridiculous hard hat and work boots; stirrup leggings in the spare bedroom.

1991 = my birth year, the name of a fantastic crystal castles song, and also, a palindrome. the last few days have been crazy. i'm still sick, highly strung and craving a warm shower and bed. however, the proud owner of a new macbook. absolutely fantastic. beautiful design...so slimline and classy. i cannot believe i ever doubted it. however, the operating system shits me a bit, but i am willing to pay the price of convenience for a bit of vanity.

paid a visit to ithaca creek state school today, the first building i ever helped design! busting to see the interiors - my handywork. crazy green and blue dotted carpet with blue, green, charcoal, white and cream joinery. so excited. i'll keep the photos for years to come - perhaps, mike munro will bring them up on 'this is your life'.

last night, i was going to venture to see hungry kids of hungary but never made it. ended up sitting in the valley for an hour or so drinking hot chocolate. the weather at the moment is way too cold to do anything but stay in bed. this labour day long weekend will be the laziest, most boring, but also the best. X

in lands of clouds

images from home

good morning / rise and shine:
it's sunday mid-morning, a good time for brunch, hangover coffees / macdonalds, updating blogs, searching for hideous photos of the night before and starting assignments due on monday. happy 21st birthday liz, for last night. following fringe, we trekked to cloudland and waited in possibly the slowest moving line ever. but completely worth it. jellybean punch cocktail in tow (and eighteen beans poorer, but definitely drunker), we explored cloudland...it's magnificant grand scale staircases, bed-sized sofas (decorated in grandeur 17th century fabrics...tassels...chandeliers...), full length mirrors (every bar/lounge bathroom needs one) and retractable ceiling?! following that - press club + sky lounge (banana cocktail thing, thankyou jason) + met...probably the worst experience of my life. seedy, sweaty, dancing bodies, barely dressed girls in cages, spilt drinks, sore feet and music with a horrible anti-climax. however, today is sunday, and said brunch is definitely on the cards.

i nearly popped back into old habits last night but thankfully did not. it's true what they say - you always know what is right...the hard thing is actually doing it. it will be good to escape for a bit in september and forget. there are those people who just don't leave your wondering mind. X

travels, cash & models

home: "chapel hill house" / owenandvokes

the thought of leaving home is so exciting...a new place, new people, new experiences. needless to say, i am ridiculously daunted by the idea of being completely alone in a completely different country with no-one to depend on. but i am excited to learn more about architecture, life, myself and different places. the sacrifices being made are starting to become evident: time, cash, relationships. but a wise person once said "travel is never a bad experience". X