The Old Echo Drum

Native American drums must be played before being stored or displayed, as it run risks of the drums spirit becoming distressed, and haunts the drum and the drum's owner. The drum must be played as it feels like it has fulfilled purpose before being displayed.

The Birds Have Secrets

Sometimes I wish I could just fly away with the birds...

Not care about anything, not even what direction I should fly.

I would sing bird love songs to all my other birds and they would sing back.

Then we would perch in the sun to sleep, and have little bird dreams of good flying weather.

Cherry Blossom Love

Gah! Cherry blossoms in Chinese painting.

I think they are my favourite flowers in all of history... That or sunflowers.They're so precious, and so pretty. The other day I picked a BIIIIG bunch to put in a vase in my room. If I wake up and see them in the morning, they instantly put me in a happy mood, and am ready to look at everything with a slightly different view... yep! They do that much for me!No but really... This painting is amazing. Chinese culture is pretty much the best. I was talking with Darcy (boyfriend), about how traditional and respectable they are. They could take a grain of rice and turn it into a house! XD

I'm kind of glad I'm not Chinese though... I like peanut butter and coffee too much to be Chinese, ha ha. Any relevance to China? I think not... :P

I miss Darcy :(

Peace and love to all you fairies!

Ingrid Michaelson doing Bon Iver's Skinny Love

She is absolutely stunning. Her voice just sends chills down my spine. It makes me feel like I'm one of those pretty swirly patterns that you see on pretty dresses.

My Puddle Duck

Radiohead, Howls Moving Castle, Peanut Butter toast, guitar lessons, hiding under the covers, late night star walking, spit bugs, pool, epic battles, judging everyone, first time experinces at winter magic, spending all day in my bed, waisting polaroids, autumn leaves talking about our house that we are going to have, karate fights, stoned water, having late 3am phone conversations everynight and promising we won't do it tomorrow, belly button hurricanes, Buttinshore Park, pointless drawings, Lilly, Lucy, big breakfasts on the back deck in the sun, watching Garden State, painting on bellys, Garden State, no shoes, being alright, jumping from everything to you, songs for each other, our matching hand freckles, belly rubs, butt battles, sticking M&Ms up our noses, necersarry fucks, winter afternoons, our smells, notes, kiss fights, wannabe blacks, baths, measuring noses, your weird fish, extremely drunken nights, tingles, Ophril, never finishing movies that we start, driving nowhere, driving everywhere, uncontrable laughter, photos in the backyard, weird chickens. There is so much more than I could write. So much that I want to re-live with you. I love every second that I spend with you, and I miss you when you haven't even left yet.

The hair and internet Chronicles of J

So I've taken a step into the big wide Internet world and started a blogging page...

I feel a little bit ridiculous, because it proves that even when bored on the Internet, the reserve is still just get on the Internet. So either way, the net is pretty much taking over our lives. We even use it to shop, and to pay bills, book appointments and it's our main way of communication between friends. We rely on the Internet so much. I'm not going to say it's bad because it's not bad, it's easier to do pretty much everything that we do manually, but there's just something un-healthy about how much time, effort and responsibility we put into our computers.

I didn't plan to have that rant, but it's like pringles, once you pop, you can't stop!

I'm going to FORMERLY start this off.....
..... By talking about hair.

I wish i had the looooongest hair in the world. I wish it came around my ankles and tangling around my feet, so when I tried to walk I couldn't, it would just get tangled. No one would talk to me, or look at anything else but my hair, and Darcy could play with it all day, and it would feel amazing. I would wear Daisy Chains in it, I would play my guitar every single second of the day, and we would just lay in the sun all the time...


I'm a fair few years off any of that, which makes me pull a face a little like this guy =( I want to just lay there, and have Darcy play with my hair all night, and we would talk about things like bugs and music and everything that can ever be spoken about possibly in one night.

So, I think it's just about time to say goodnight to my first blog, because I actually want people to read it, and if people see it's too long (I finally found out that 'too' also means 'extremely'. Yay!), they'll be all like "Ewwwwwwwwwwww, no way am I reading that twat of a blog, it's too (too!) long and junk, I'm just going to read this blog about Edward Cullen and the way I'm going to listen to MGMT later on tonight while looking at my Edward Cullen Merchandise and take myspace photos while thinking about Edward Cullen and listening to MGMT who should make a song about Edward Cullen."
That's EXACTLY what they would say!


Goodnight, peace and love to every single one of you lovely folk out there!
I'll blog tomorrow, I'm already feeling addiction coming on.