I think my feet live in a different climate to the rest of my body. WHY ARE YOU SO HOT? 

I woke up really uneasy yesterday, and it took me hours to realise why. I had a dream that I was held at gunpoint and I had to give them all my money and valuables. I don't know why that feeling of fear carried on over to my waking hours, but I don't like it at all. It's strange how much dreams can affect you.

Sense and Sensibility

I have neither. Very bad wake up this morning. Very bad. Consoling myself with Mumford & Sons and Monsters Inc.

"How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes"


And PUPPIES. Puppies make everything better. Puppies on a live webcam? Amazing.

I'm trying to bake bread today, but I have one major problem - I have nowhere warm. I need somewhere warm to let my bread rise (please please please rise, little bread, for I have already cheated and bought tiramisu, you are my bread-shaped redemption) so now my dough is in my bed. My dough is actually cosier than I am right now. I resent this bread.

Sending little mental prayers of gratitude to whoever's up there, because thank God/Allah/Buddah/Flying Spaghetti Monster, I passed my frickin exams! The air tastes sweeter, my bed feels cosier, and I do now have the urge for some celebratory shopping. Lavly.

I just finished hand-stitching over 100 tiny gold beads onto a dress. Ouch. But it looks so lovely, like tiny little studs, so I'll almost definitely do it again, on some oversized cashmere jumper. Now I've just got to persuade my bank balance that beads are a valid use of funds...

I love it when you really connect with characters in a book. When they do something stupid, or reckless, and you find yourself worried and biting your lip, forgetting that none of this is reality. That sense of everything falling into place, almost vindication, when all the loose ends are tied up. I've read a couple of books recently that I've really gotten into, more than I usually do. I read the Stieg Larsson trilogy, which is just incredible, all those twists and unexpected plotlines and bits that make you sit back and just go "Gosh." in your head.

And I'm currently reading Scarlett Thomas' first novel, PopCo, which is...bizarre. And amazing. And informative. And written in such a distinctive way, I've read her second book, and it's all very 'her'.

I'm a little sickly at the minute, but nothing can't be solved with the help of a bowl of soup, a good book, and a heavy dose of flu-medication.

I love this song. It's just weirdly and incredibly sexual and it makes me think I'm a lot cooler than I actually am.

Lists Lists Lists. I love lists. I always have major epiphanies when walking down the street, or lying in bed, and I'm like OH. I WANT TO DO THAT SO BADLY. I'm taking inspiration from this lovely post. Sooo....

Watch operas, and appreciate them.

Be more adventurous in my cooking.

Fly a kite.

Have a picnic on the meadows.

Do more photography

Read more 'classic' books and see more 'classic' films.

Invent a cocktail.

Climb a tree (only when sober).

Learn to play at least one song on guitar.

Perfect Clair de Lune on piano.

Bake my own types of bread.

Have a poker night.

Make macarons.

Write a letter to someone and post it.

Host an afternoon tea paty.

Do more advanced sewing.

Eat lobster.

I am absolutely out of my mind obsessed with antlers. Like, I love them. Without rhyme or reason, without any regard to society, despite the fact that they're pieces of dead things. I would kill for a set of mounted antlers for my next flat, possibly painted in a lovely colour and draped with jewellery.

All weheartit.com.

I'm stuck in bed after coming home from skiing with tenosynovitis in my foot, and I'm afraid I make a terrible invalid. I just hobble about, a folorn expression on my face, acting like a bit of a martyr for doing my own laundry. Though it was probably worth it to imagine Carmina Burana playing as I shuffled across the ice, off to a March-Of-The-Penguins-style battle against nature.

So, I'm keeping myself amused by listening to Vampire Weekend's new album, and online shopping. Two activities that never get old.

Vampire Weekend - I Think UR A Contra

I've not really written anything in a while. I've been kind of avoiding responsibilities all winter break. Postponing replying to emails, avoiding logging into my Uni system, just burying my head in the sand, really.

My father's nickname for me is emu, but ostrich would be more appropriate.

My new favourite topic of thought is resolutions - to make, to keep, to scorn? I feel like I resolve to do something every other week, but maybe the communal feeling of everyone trying to better themselves will rub off on me. So far I have:

1. Make more of an effort to meet new people, from different walks of life. Preferably older men.

2. Be more complimentary to other people. I know the buzz I get when somebody notices I've made an effort, so I want to pay more attention to the details of others' lives.

3. Get fit. Like, seriously. Eat healthy, be healthy, feel healthy.

4. Brush up on my French, Spanish, Italian & Hebrew. Probably not all at once, that would be an absolute mind fuck.

After my recent jaunt on a dancefloor, and the ensuing [blush inducing] comments from people, I have a hankering for a hot, sweaty nightclub. Yasmine, Cab Vol here I come...