I have nice neighbors, me. On the left we've got a pair of oldies, who we're pretty much just formal with, but they're lovely people. On the right, it's a completely different matter. Y'know those wives who are in all day doing their ironing, but don't mind popping over the neighbors for a bacardi as long as they don't have any driving to do afterwards? That's my mum and our neighbor Andrea. She's a bit of a laugh and always got the giggles. Plus, her kids are adorable and don't mind me photographing them for my project's. 
Their oldest daughter used to drive me fucking crazy. She came round for dinner once and told me all about her school, along with singing all of the hymns she knew from assembly, despite me actually saying nothing. She still does it, but i don't mind anymore. She's a good laugh and doesn't mind when i take the piss out of her, so it's all good.
The middle child is a quiet, shy little one; or at least, that's how she seems. Silent, but deadly her. But i get on with her all right. Once she gets used to being around you, she soon starts being loud. Plus, she's the best for photographing. She's mixed race and got the most amazing bluey-green eyes, with megaa long eyelashes. Her brother's the same, the littlest. He tends to go through phases of liking me, but when he does, he's adorable! Unless he wets himself and has to walk around our house with no trousers on, that's not so good.
The only bad thing about them, i suppose, is how Simon, their dad, insists on turning the bass up to play his xbox at 9am on a saturday morning. Not so good.    Our two families are pretty close actually, even down to our pets; our dog's their dogs son. (:
Even while i've been writing this, we've organised to go bowling later today. So, yeah, my neighbors are good!

okay, so there's this thing that's totally been annoying me for the past couple of days;

i stumbled across an alleged 'photography' myspace the other day which was mainly live band photo's, but also had a folder on objects etc.
now, i'm a photography student, + i think i take a decent photograph myself, but i would never consider myself to actually be a photographer or promote my photo's as proper photography like some people do;  somewhere the actual termanology has been lost, no?
what REALLY pissed me off, was that in this other 'photography' folder was mainly greyscale, fucking washed-out, wonky photo's of a shitting bench. a bench. 
i mean, sure, anything can make good photography, but the quality of this photo was just soo poor. 

there are so many people out there claiming to be photographers and promoting what they do as photography. 
+ yeah, half of the reason i probably took an interest in photography altogether was because it was kind of a part of a trend, + my photo's were shit at first, but i didn't call myself a photographer!

just because you have a flash camera + wonky angles does not make you a fucking photographer.
quite frankly, you are a twaat.


to assert myself a little bit, i'll just include some of the photo's i've been working on. yah.

 

this weekend was proper bo.

basically:
i got on the bus to louisa's after freezing my tits off for a while, manage to persuede the bus driver to tell me when to get off with the line 'i get confused in the dark', sit down + put my mp3 on mega loud. 
a couple of stops later, some old lady (the felixstowe bus is a refuge for cat lady's + middle-aged pervy lookin' men) decides she wants to sit beside me even though there is many a seat on the bus (i wasn't even near the front! she actually walked up to me) so i move my bag; she then continues to bash my elbows the whole way there.
kay, so i get off the bus at the last minute, luckily just about having spotted louisa waiting for me outside. she took me to see her boss at the chippy; he called me 'sofa-ya' but funny.
an-dennn we get to louisa's house + basically start drinking straight away. 
i like louisa's room, it's messy. it was fun, i just chucked shit about, cuz i could. um, i don't remember much of that part to be honest, just that it was great. i DO remember us singing like pro's though, spesh to girlfriend by nsync; man, we own. oh, + i pissed like 12 times.
so, we leave at like 11.30 or something, apparently we got kicked out? iunno, i was kinda wasted by then. we're walking down to the cork, all loud voices + bottles, when pete pulls up in his car nearby. we get in + he's pissed off about stuff, we take a trip to some petrol station + go to pete's to leave his car there. me + louisa creep upstairs for an intimate moment in the bathroom, hahaa. 
we walk on down to the sea-front, jump the wall + i stood in a puddle. bad tiimes. i was the light lady.
we're walkin' to the cork again, they're sparkin' up + i'm trying to concentrate on walking straight. then lauren calls louisa + haz starts chatting so louisa gives me the phone. 
i'm sure she was telling me some kind of interesting story, i just didn't know what the fuck she was saying.
so we're basically at the cork + pete's practically 'blowin' chunks.' EW.
get into the cork, have another weewee, bump into becky + racheal + have a wee chat.
louisa got me some sambuca. <3 + southern comfort + lemonade i think? i so owe her for the shit she bought me, i'll make it up.
then i had to run off to the toilets cuz i was all gagging + shit. it's kay! i didn't barf.
umumum, then we had to go back outsiiiide to meet mike. at this point i'm way sleepy so i kinda didn't pay attention, but stefan + nicki turned up at some point.
we went back into the cork, another piss maybe?
sit down, more drink, some chat + these fella's pete + stefan know.
the cork closes + we go to steve's (who bare feeling louisa) who lives over the road. we all just sat down + hung out some more. pete left after a little while, then mike + stefan went; not after totally molesting my hair. meanwhile, kinda creepy steve is all reading louisa's palms + teaching her how to use a bong. (i think - so not down with all that shit.)
i'm just getting even more sleepy + keep drifting off. but i do remember louisa pissing herself at marcus saying two random words, cuz she's way silly.
que: (whisper) 'i think i like you.'
          'THAT'S NOT TWO WORDS.'
+ them watching two girls, one cup. i turned away obvz. purre yuck!
at about 05.45 louisa's all 'i think we should go now.'
so i wake up + go for another wee, steve finally lets go of louisa + we make our way back to hers.
we get in at about 06.15, get changed + go for a sleepy.

we wake up at about 12.00 + go downstairs for some breakfast. i can just about stomach some grapes + a couple of chips. we both get ready + go get the bus to mine, meet my mum in town, go to asda + arrive at my house at about five. in two hours, we did it all again.


to say the least, this weekend has been fucking pro.

"chica chicaaa, where ya from?" ;)

kay, so i'm kinda like, over it now.
YOUU KNOWW.

i'm totally ready to party + get 'ah-funkayy.'
gettin' ready for dem wastegash moments!

HEAVY.

i'm bringing the word back baby.

had my english lit. exam today; nottt so cool.
i think i just rambled on about nothing in particular + just fucked it up.
but whatever, i'll re-take if i have to. AGAIN.

on brighter note, i got into warwick. YAYYYYYY.
i know it's a great university + apparently it's a nice place.
they want an AAB+B at AS or C at A-level.
we'll see yahh.

still holding out for LSE though, even though i'm pretty pessimistic about that..
but, HEY. if camp tom can get into oxford, i think i have a shot with LSE.

also, i gave blood today!
it was kinda scary, but when i saw the blood coming out of my arm i thought it was kinda cool!
but i actully hate gore though; sick.

umumum, now i'ma have a pie + chips + GRAVYYYY. mmm.
then me, my brotha + mumma are going to le cinema.
+ tomorrow, i get to see TRISHA! fucking YEAH.

oh, + i no likey louisa, cuz she 'pwned' her english lit. exam.
STOKED.

hi.
louisa peer pressured me into making a livejournal, so i did.
i'm weak, yah.

today i am sicky.
i ate too much porridge + have a mother of a headache, which only seems to get ouchies when i stand up.
not cool, bro. 

reaaally, i should be revising for my english lit. exam, but the internet calllllls to me.
after i finish this entry i'll try + be strong!

on a more positive note; yayy for the weekend!
going to be in the audience of trisha on thursday, house party on friday + my own party on saturday i had to naggg my mumma for.

choww.