Sunday, January 31, 2010


so i found this on the blog, just the right shade of pink, and i thought it was lovely so i tag you, if you want to be tagged, to do this too :)
If I were a month, I’d be may (autumn)
If I were a day of the week, I’d be a sunday
If I were a time of day, I’d be dusk, magical
If I were a planet, I’d be saturn
If I were a sea animal, I’d be a seahorse
If I were a direction, I’d be north-east and on until the sun rises
If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be wrought iron bed
If I were a historical figure, I’d be a suffragette
If I were a liquid, I’d be tea :)
If I were a gemstone, I’d be a ruby
If I were a tree, I’d be an oak
If I were a tool, I’d be a paintbrush
If I were a flower, I’d be a yellow rose
If I were a kind of weather, I’d be a sunny spring day with a small breeze
If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a flute
If I were a color, I’d be lemon yellow
If I were an emotion, I’d be contentment
If I were a fruit, I’d be a strawberry
If I were a sound, I’d be wooden wind chimes
If I were an element, I’d be earth
If I were a car, I’d be a vintage mercedes benz
If I were a food, I’d be a custard slice
If I were a place, I’d be the english countryside (when its not raining)
If I were a material, I’d be cotton
If I were a taste, I’d be a ginger buiscuit
If I were a scent, I’d be vanilla
If I were an object, I’d be a ring , something small but something important
If I were a body part, I’d be lips
If I were a facial expression, I'd be confused, most of the time
If I were a song, I’d be life in technicolour, coldplay
If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be ballet flats


so the met was yesterday and i had such a beautiful dress :) and then. i managed to get the worst sunburn i have had in 10 years. yes folks i am now re-applying aftersun for the 5th time this morning. lovely. on the brighter less painful side, i have found the most beautiful dress in the whole world:
yes, calm down people it is freaking amazing. and now cupcake monday on sunday! this is because im going on camp for the next 3 days...

and lastly, emma watsons new "clothing line" with people tree and her younger brother*

and thats all, i am now late for my date with the shower and my next application of aftersun

have a good day:)

Thursday, January 28, 2010


The Lord is my shepherd; i have all that i need.
He lets me rest in green meadows; he leads me beside peaceful streams.
He renews my strength.
He guides me along the right paths, bringing honour to his name.
Even when i walk the through the darkest valley,
i will not be afraid, for you are close beside me.

Greek exam tomorrow! goodness me

Wednesday, January 27, 2010


so. apparently my greek lecturers nickname is superman because he looks like clarke kent... im not so sure about that* but i love superman :)

today i liked :

have a good evening
peace out

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

nicola picola. a beautiful friend

ah. how amazing is she? very annoyingly photogenic but super super pretty in a photoshoot taken on sunday for an art project*

yay i hope you have a good day nicola picola

Monday, January 25, 2010

hello world, on this monday evening

well here we are again. except one week closer to the J&B Met :) its all so exciting. and i feel like id rather be in this picture than having to learn greek pronouns. isnt it such a magical picture??

Aaannd a little bit of glee on a monday isnt so bad :) it should be required*

Maryjane- heres your hot chocolate, i couldnt find candy cane that did justice to the picture :)and CUPCAKES! what a surprise :)

happy birthday my lovely sister. you are very special*

night y'all

Sunday, January 24, 2010

love message

to. a person.
you make me feel beautiful. like a princess. like this.

happy sunday night everyone*
i will will post cupcakes tomorrow
study time :)

Thursday, January 21, 2010

a strange week

dear blog i meant to write but i started college this week so

and even though its only 4 days into the year i feel like... sleeping beauty only awake. whatever. im just really tired and this picture looks really good :)

this is what i have been translating for the past 3 days:
en arch hn o logoV kai o logoV hn proV ton qeon kai qeoV hn o logoV
outoV hn en arch proV ton qeon
panta di autou egeneto kai cwriV autou egeneto oude en o gegonen
en autw zwh hn kai h zwh hn to fwV twn anqrwpwn
except in a different alphabet goodness
and! i havent forgotten the cupcakes :)

have a lovely thursday.
yay friday tomorrow*

Saturday, January 16, 2010

a pretty day

a pretty a day by E. E. Cummings
a pretty a day
(and every fades)
is here and away
(but born are maids
to flower an hour
in all,all)

o yes to flower
until so blithe
a doer a wooer
some limber and lithe
some very fine mower
a tall;tall

some jerry so very
(and nellie and fan)
some handsomest harry
(and sally and nan
they tremble and cower
so pale:pale)

for betty was born
to never say nay
but lucy could learn
and lily could pray
and fewer were shyer
than doll. doll

Thursday, January 14, 2010

a rainy day

today it is raining. what does rain make me feel like eating? chocolate. yes children today is a chocolate day :)

and what goes better with chocolate than... a rainy day song?
so this is the song that comes to mind every time it rains:
It's raining, it's pouring;
The old man is snoring.
Bumped his head
And he went to bed
And he couldn't get up in the morning.

thats all for now. i have to go and enjoy the rain.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

an obligation

argh* this man.

dear ben

To his Coy Mistress
by Andrew Marvell

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood;
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserv'd virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

ta dah! ben this is your post :)
and not in any weird way either. this was just the first poem we talked about*
have a good day mr

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

new york new york new york

i have found the most amazing blog.
la douleur exquise or misswallflower* beautiful beautiful

a purple day

happy birthday charissa
i hope you have a smashing day :) and i hope you like your array of purple pictures*

special special child <3