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I am such an embarrassment to myself.

This weekend I am going to UCLAN to have a poke around and see how it compares to how amazing Derby University is. Apparently my building at UCLAN is bright green and orange....
UCLAN-1, DERBY-0.

I should also be going on my second date this weekend :). Yeah babyyy! I think this time I'm giggle less. Not that I was going crazy but he kept saying 'why are you laughing?'. He made me laugh when he didn't mean to, which means he was being natural and I found it HILARIOUS. I am so terrible. :(

Tuesday is Starbucks quiz. Nicola, Marcus, Fianna and I! I haven't been out with Fianna in so long, but we love it when Marcus invites us to parties we can't go to. It's a chuckle.
It should be a beautiful night.

It's quite annoying that this guy I ma talking to claims to be an English teacher but spells 'course' like this... 'cource'. And spells the word 'Photos' like this...'photoes' consistently. Not only do I hate spelling mistakes, I hate consistency.

These are new photographs I have developed this week. Darkroom (L).

Claire Danes.

RIGHT. The post that was here was a sham and I thought I had deleted it. If anyone is aware of Claire Danes, there was a picture of her that I morphed into a picture of me and it was actually like nothing had changed. Other pictures however prove she looks nothing like me at all. :|
Slight disappointment.

Goldsmiths.

It's a crying shame that two people now have deleted me because they can't bare to watch me living my life. I'm doing just fine and they can't stand it. I hate the fact I'm so dispensable to people. If these first two can, what's stopping everyone I have ever upset in my life?

If every human had their own 'delete' button, I imagine mine would have been pressed a fair few times. Come find me, I'm in the trash can.

I hate it when people bring me down so hard my stomach hurts and I start to shake.

Swan Painting.

Kathy gave me a painting of to swans she had done especially for me :) The ultimate highlight of my day.

I spent the whole day today making these...




Sorry about the shoddy scanning. My camera is having trouble formatting itself. I took some lovely photographs of them too! :(. BOOO.
If you need a card making, I'm your girl.

You Don't Swing Where You Sleep.

My dream was wonderful.


Go to http://www.newislington.co.uk/tuttifrutti/ and design your own house in 20 seconds.

I designed a few. My personal favourites being 'Poo House' 'Levi's House' and 'House House'. It's the most fun you'll have in the next 20 seconds. I swear.

We Are Building A Religion.

I swear my life gets better and better everyday!

Even though I complain, I actually quite like the fact my hands are just peeling themselves to the bone. All these nasty chemicals I have my hands in almost everyday are working their way through my skin. It's painful, but I feel like I've achieved something. Like the feeling you get when a pop-up appears on your screen when they tell you you've won $100,000,000,000,000,000. Good feelings.

In other news. I got a text from him today :) Not only was I having a nice darkroom session, he sent me some lovely words and I giggled like a child.
Gosh.

It's now tuesday and I forgot to continue this blog last night. Bad times.
On the way home, we (Hannah and I) were sat very close to the elusive STEPH. It was certainly a ide home to remember...
You know there's always that person who sits next to you on the bus, and you don't want them to be there? You can see them getting on the bus and you get the worst feeling that they choose to sit next to you. It's not that you're being nasty or rude or closed-off, it's that they stare at you, or talk to themselves and you become so uncomfortable your hands start to clam up. THIS IS STEPH.
We always find her texting on the way home, texting who we would never know, or what she was texting we would still never know. Until this particular bus ride home!
She spend, I'd say, 22 minutes typing out this text, deleting spaces and re-writing them, until finally it read 'hey, did Katie find her phone? How are you? What you doin tonight?' Which seemed quite a reasonable message to send someone. She seemed genuinely concerned about this Katie in question. Or so it seemed, until she sent the text message to herself.

Good day.

Clive Owen.

Today, I met a nice first year in the darkroom. I was alone, developing a few Weston inspired peppers, and he and his friends arrived. They were all quite charming and funny. I'm glad I had a good experience with a first year. I hear such terrible things about them!
Rob and I shared photographic paper and admired each other's photographs. It was a pleasant three hours we spent. I enjoyed it. I hope we pass each other again, through the revolving door.

On Friday at work, I might be invited to put up the christmas decorations with all the Lush ladies and boy. I can't help but feel like a fool for doing it, though. It's very soon and our shop is set up for jokes anyway, I know people will come in a argue us into the ground for having the decorations up so soon.
But then again, I guess the soon the better.

Here are two of the photographs I developed today in the darkroom.