Alice

I went to see Alice in Wonderland today, I was so worried it was gonna be rubbish but I have to say

ILOVEDITILOVEDITILOVEDIT

And I fancy Johnny Depp even more now, he had gammy teeth, and I luurrvveee a guy with gammy teeth :]

TUBES

I had to have a tube with a little camera on it put down my throat today...

my throat hurts lots now.

although I got to see images like this which was kinda cool :]

Xfm

These three men got me through some serious depression in my second year of uni.

I have often thought of writing them a letter of thanks...

but decided that would be pathetic.

Love.

"When I was at school my nickname was...bloody eyeball"

iloveheriloveheriloveheriloveherrrr

Blue da be dee da ba die da be dee da ba die

HAHA

Lydia.

For more treats such as these click on over to www.lydiagarnett.com/

One of my best friends in the world and a whizz with a camera

Never Again

Will i have to spend 20 agonizing minutes trying to get an arrow to point in the right direction on a powerpoint presentation.

I did my last ever presentation for uni today! waheeyyy

the end is coming closer and closer :]

Also, I have decided I want this song at my funeral:



you shall all dance with tears in your eyes.

Specifically Jane...

This girl is my rock and my best friend.

She is also an amazing photographer...

check out her work at http://www.flickr.com/photos/specificallyjane/

BIG LOVE GRRRL

This man....

can always manage to make me feel better.

how can you not smile looking at someone that tanned! :]

Tears.

I woke up with that heavy feeling in my chest.

Before I knew it the tears had started..

I just want to cry all day today, curled up in bed please.

now is not the time to be feeling like this

I hate today.

and I miss my cat and Mum.

Everything is bad, I feel trapped and alone and I'm scared I'm going to sink.

MY FAVE.

I just have to say that I LOVE LOVE LOVE this song more than anything

that is all.

In November...

I started this blog, my mission was to take a photo everyday and put it on here...

that never happened.

story of my life.

anyhoooo its SATURDAAAY! and Im spending the day indoors writing more of the evil D word. Last night I was thinking about leaving Brighton and it suddenly hit me how much Im gonna miss everyone.

As soon as the exhibition is over Im gonna have 6 weeks of partying-beach-summer-fun so maybe I'll think about it when all of thats over.

much better :]

Post-it Paradise.

With two dissertations being written, There are post-its stuck in the strangest of places all over the flat.

this one amused me this morning:

Well, that was disappointing.

I was hella excited I have to say, after pacing the flat anxiously for about 2 hours,the time had come!

I had clean sheets(well, less dirty sheets than the ones I had on previously) a tidy room, and I even wore something which very closely resembled pyjamas, although I do have to admit that this was more due to the fact that I had visions of allergic reactions, nakedness and ambulance men)

okay so, skins was on; I was comfy...down the hatch!

had a fag.

waited 15 minutes.

had another fag.

skins was finished....

an hour?! surely I should be asleep by now?!

I decided to research with the trusty net doctor, only when I sat up did I realise I had lost the function in my hands, neck and legs. This wasn't unpleasant; I would liken it to having had a small line of Ketamine. Thoughts would blissfully enter my head and then leave again after 2 seconds leaving me shouting "come back thought! you were good I know it! i want to write you down!" (not literally shouting, that would be mental)

after having watched an entire episode of Americas next top model I started getting annoyed, my body was off in the land of nod but my mind was still FULLY functioning.

switched to listening to podcast (less light in room)

had a fag

waited 15 minutes

had another fag

....fuck it Im having another one!

so off I wobbled into the kitchen for a glass of water, having got back into bed without breaking any limbs. took the third pill....

I remember nothing from hear on out.

so they worked in the end! I woke up at HALF EIGHT this morning feeling refreshed and ready to face an entire day of writing the dreaded DISSERTATION.

Oh one more thing to add: I had lovely lovely lovely dreams; me and cook went to India don't you know? and we rode an elephant and it was all beautiful :]

Before I sleep...

I'm having a quick look at some beautiful work by the equally beautiful Suzi Kemp.

you should too: www.suzikemp.blogspot.com

Zzzzzz....

Just a quick one...

after the terrible experience with the doctor, I finally got my beloved sleeping pills, have never taken them before so am a bit freaked out about what they're gonna do.

They're sitting on my bed now staring at me, I'll wait till 11 and then down the hatch!

will report back tomorrow

goodnight!

Judgemental Doctor.

I finally went to the doctors today after becoming fed up with not being able to sleep. Was feeling v.positive, spoke to a lovely old man at the bus stop about the weather! didn't even mind when extremely smelly (different) man sat next to me on the bus.

A hop skip and a jump and I was there!

I should have known things wouldn't last when the 4 year old sitting in the waiting room looked at me and said "Daddy that boys got a can of coke" (it wasn't actually coke, it was Doctor Pepper, but thats not the point). Anyway! after sitting in the waiting room for 20 minutes I felt something was wrong so went to ask the receptionist where I should be waiting; turns out it was upstairs all along....so, off I stomp up the stairs (which by the way, were the type where whoever is sitting underneath e.g the ENTIRE waiting room, has the ability to see up your skirt if looking in the right direction- completely inappropriate for a doctors surgery.) okay so I get upstairs where I have the pleasure of 3 screaming children, one of which had a suspicious red rash on its face. Luckily the doctor called me in straight away but then the really bad stuff happened...

I was explaining to him how much I could'nt sleep, kept awake by anxiety, stress blah blah....he finally prescribed me with the medication I was dying to get then thoughtfully and kindly added "If its any consolation... Margaret Thatcher only got 4 hours sleep a night" to which I replied "exactly, and look what happened there" a small silence followed and then the doctor (who was, I must add,of Indian descent)looked at me and said "Just how far back does that skinhead go?"

Great.

So, I grabbed my prescription and got the hell out of there...

as fast as my DM's could carry me.