Devils & Gods, now that's an idea.

Rain, rain, rain. Plip plop.
Tonight, whilst walking home from work, it began to rain. Not the nice plinky-plonky type of rain or that 'fine stuff that gets you wet' (according to my mother), it was the sweeping kind that always seems to have it's own malevolent ideas.
As I continued walking, I thought about how much I enjoy the sound of rain falling on my umbrella. No sooner had the thought come into my head when the heavens opened. The wind whipped up around me, attempting to lift me up, up, up and away, but I stood firm. I was soaked to the skin - the thought of a nice cup of chamomile tea warmed me from the outside in.
By the time I had reached my front door, all was still. The rain was over as quickly as it began. I scrabbled around in my bag, shivering and hunting for my key. I love returning home from bad weather. I was welcomed home by the all too familiar process of steamed up glasses and aching hands. (I have bad circulation.) However, the thought of a nice chamomile tea was at the forefront of my mind, when much to my dismay, I realised we had none left. Oh well.
At least I'm wrapped up in my pyjamas now.

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I don't really have a lot to say. I left Ashfield for good on Thursday. It was a strange day: tinted with nostalgia, but also full of joy to be leaving that place behind. I have a lot of bad memories of that place - the good ones outweigh them far too much though.
I will miss the Philosophy & Ethics class. I joined that group feeling totally left out. I never really felt like I integrated well enough at the beginning, I always felt on the fringes & as if no-one would miss me if I left. My attitude has totally changed in the short space of about two years.
I now feel like part of a group. There is not one person in that class who isn't great in their own way. Everyone works together & even though we are all distinctly different - there is just something about the group that clicks.
I feel so fortunate to have met those people.

Top row:(L-R) Mr Ackerman, Ebbie, Maria, Bryony, Emma, Simon, Me
Bottom row (L-R)Laura, Bekky, Gabrielle (I was going to type Gabby, but I like Gabrielle better, ha.)

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I have been looking through a lot of my old photos recently. There's a few good ones in there. I may post them up here. Photography is a habit of mine that I don't indulge in enough. I like to take pictures of all sorts really. I just wish I had the money to afford a good camera that would help me broaden my distinctly amateurish skills!

I really should get a dailybooth, seeing as I'm so narcissistic with a camera. ;)
I like self portraits though, if I can be pretentious enough to call them that.

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I don't really have much more to say, to be perfectly honest. I'll leave you with a passage from the book I'm currently (re-) reading: 'number9dream' by David Mitchell. I don't care what people say about his borrowing of ideas & themes from Murakami - this book gripped me in a way that Murakami's writings never have. Oh and on a final note - when he uses the word 'submarine', he is really talking about an underground train.

"Us drones all swing and lurch in droozy unison as the train changes speed. Normally only lovers and twins get this close to other people. I like the way nothing needs to be decided on submarines. I like the muffled clunking. Tokyo is one massive machine made of smaller components. The drones only know what their minute component is for. I wonder what Tokyo is for. I wonder what it does... I like the brew of swear, perfume, crushed food, grime, cosmetics. I like how you can study reflected faces, so deeply you can almost leaf through their memories. Submarines carry drones, skulls carry memories, and one man's shithole may be another man's paradise."