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Tired so tired. And cold.

Home. A quick collage to kill a grumpy mood. Materials “freed” from the basement of the architecture department. Our new class is so empty and clean I almost miss the chaos we had in the basement last year. The 2nd year students now, they don’t know how to make a real mess.

Somehow, without me noticing, my classmates have morphed into architects with serious jobs, their freetime spent doing competitions. I have less and less to talk about with anyone. I read the wrong magazines. I go home to typography books.

And oh, what home! Of chaos and colour, pink silk curtains, paintbrushes on kitchen table, large unfinished painting leaning beside it. “Are we really this bohemian or do we just seem like it,” my flatmate asks. We are, I answer.

To forgive people who’ve walked over you, and not just forgive, but wish them well.

Something to work on.

A sudden balance. Calm. Security and confidence in what I want to do. Learning to shrug off things, words meant to skald; Yesterday I just stood up and left.

learn to smile. blush occasionally. sleep more. dance classes in mornings. draw bears and birds on lectures. eat chocolate with hint of orange. and tea, so much tea! (warm people make you feel warm.)

P.S. Animals of Africa

I don’t know who started and what. (And when?) Apparently it was cute and entertaining. Anyway, it’s nice to see someone’s face light up when they see you. And the brush of stubble on my cheek was an accident, of course. (Why am I still blushing?)

I think everything is so different these days.
We will go out more.

One day there seems to be nothing to stay for, on another there is everything. A whole life of plans. For a week at least; all these fun things to do and parties to go. And art courses and a photography course. Life is – different.

A song that is like the first terror of falling in love.

Oh and K and I might be getting a dog. For a month at first.

P.S. Frou frou makes you happy.
Ashley takes photographs.