I'M FRACTURED, FROM THE FALL, AND I WANT TO GO HOME.

Neal Casal is a great photographer.

Procrastination is a bitch.a bitch.

And I'm sat in the library struggling through my Fantasy and Myth essay on Edward Scissorhands. Aside from the film keeping me entertained; Easy Tiger by Ryan Adams is also helping. I strongly recommend it to you.

Mondays are rubbish x

BLACK AND WHITE.

If we pour cold water onto hot glass, the glass will crack and break.

A step backwards can be difficult to cope with.
And sometimes, we struggle.

I've been playing with the black and white setting on my camera, so here's a blog with some photographs at last. Though these are just spur of the moment, taken in my bedroom this morning.

In other news, I recently bought some jeans for the first time in 3 or 4 years.

Using myself as a subject of focus.

And my bed sheets...

It's a beautiful autumn day today, if it wasn't for my hefty amount of work to do I'd be out playing in the sun. 
Have a great weekend.

I MISS YOU

XXXXX

HAVING A HARD TIME.

Let's take the time to mend these smiles.
Save me, Beach House.

TO CREATE A KIND OF STRUCTURE.

HUGE apologies to myself and others that I haven't written here in a while. I was overly caught up in the spin of returning to the city and university. I think that sometimes we easily forget ourselves, and forget to take care of ourselves and forget to make time for important things. I feel ever so drained. Which I guess is a reasonable explanation for how I'm writing today.

I write to you from my bed, the bottom of my back and kidney region in pain from excessive drinking and now I vow never to go out four nights in one week again. This may not seem like many to some, but for me, I am left feeling thoroughly worn out and tired - not the best start to the beginning of the third, final and most important year of my life. Regardless, I've had a great time, got to know a few people better and have let myself go just in time for everything to settle. And I truly hope everything does settle.

This week I've had a good time, I've drank, danced and spent time with a lot of great people. But as always, there's often a more serious message to take home. This week, a girl was raped about 200 metres from my new house in Fallowfield, Manchester. I don't really know how to / don't want to explain it myself, but here's the article...

http://menmedia.co.uk/manchestereveningnews/news/crime/s/1330420_hunt_for_serial_sex_attacker_in_student_land

I have never felt more terrified to live somewhere, and a place I have grown to love and enjoy being in, has soon transformed into an area of fear and uneasiness. Our time on this earth is precious, and I know never to take my own life for granted. So from now on this means never walking alone at night, and keeping in constant contact with all my friends in the area. What a fragile thing life can be...

My thoughts and sincere apologies go out to the girl and of course her family and friends.

Without intending to write a depressing entry, I can't help but feel like this has turned into one.

To lighten the mood here's a few pictures from my friends house warming, in an attempt to remember some of the more brighter aspects of this week.

So in relation to the title of today's post, I'm attempting to create a structure to make up for the lack of one these past few weeks. Today, I've planned my meals, I feel as though the decline in my going out will have to result in another kind of escape so I intend to start cooking more. I'm loving Asian foods at the minute, one of my favourite dishes being Japanese; Chicken Katsu Curry. It's just a shame about the calories...

Tomorrow I return to lectures and seminars after what's seemed like a lifetime. I'm looking forward to getting a routine and intend to spend my days at the library struggling through my dissertation and other modules. (Dissertation title still yet to be decided) It's such a pain thinking about working when I don't even know what to write about. Therefore, note to self: START DEVELOPING IDEAS.

Sorry for the huge lack of pictures, I'll get taking some ASAP.

Peace.

THE SUTTON BONINGTON SHOW.

On the first Sunday of every September, Sutton Bonington plays host to the annual horticultural show, and what a true delight it is... People in their hundreds gather in the village for some food, entertainment and spending. Although many of the stalls are naff and old fashioned, on the odd occasion you can pick up a real bargain. 

The best thing about the show is how much effort is put in to it. Most of the stalls feature home-made goods for example; candle holders or salt dough room accessories. This year I even saw a man creating exceedingly realistic looking flowers out of vegetables. The food itself is simply delicious. This year I managed to pick up the most wonderful home-made white chocolate fudge, yum. 

Another feature of the show is its ability to challenge the residents to grow all kinds of fruit, vegetables and flowers. This really exhibits how rural and antiquated the village I grew up in really is, however people love it, and come back every single year!

Here are some photographs I took there...

Animal competitions.

Ferrets!!

Chicks hatching.

Lassie lookalike.

Etc...

It's an awful thought that by the time another show comes around I will have graduated University.

LAST OF THE SUMMER GARDEN.

Before all the leaves fall from the trees, and the flower petals shrivel and come loose, I wanted to take a few photographs of my father's pride and joy. I had to look after these when my parents went away this summer, and it's not easy. Hopefully you'll appreciate these!

P.S. Last week I made some tiny cupcakes, they were really yummy!