All art and general scribbly imagery stuff will now be posted to an art-only friends list, in case you're interested, to avoid anyone who couldn't care less being bombarded with my photography and writing and the like. Comment to be added, or go on your merry way none the poorer.

so hi :) Hang round a bit, pull up a hammock, whip up a martini, and settle in.

Hi.

I didn't go friendsonly. I just stopped posting.

I know no one (in their right mind) will be reading this anymore, but that's okay. I'm alright with it. I just need somewhere to vent. And to write. And to be myself, somewhat.

I'm starting NaNoWriMo tomorrow. I'm afraid I'm not up to it.

I'm afraid of a lot of things right now.

I hope everyone out there in cyberspace is doing well, whether they read this or not.

I hope to god I'm not completely insane.

I hope tomorrow is a sunny day.

Date:	2007-04-10 11:09
Subject:	Going Friends Only
Security:	Public
Mood:	sad

Dear livejournal,

I love you. Know that. This decision is not based on you as a person or a community. It's not you, it's me.

Somewhere along the line, this journal has changed from a private one to quite a public one. Due to several reasons, I'm transforming it back to a private one.

I'm not ashamed of you, livejournal, really I'm not. Don't be like that, sweetheart. I'm not walking away. I'm simply closing the curtains so peple can't perve on us in the shower any more.

I still adore you. It's just that... well... my real life doesn't. And despite the fact that you and I have been together for some years now, real life has to be my priority from now on. Please don't cry. We'll still have each other, we'll just have to make it our special little secret.

As of tomorrow, this will be friends only (that means, Ally, that you'll have to get a livejournal to read it. I know, I suck).

Livejournal, our precious love will live on forever.

Faithfully (and secretly) yours,
soon-to-be-invisible Onewhiteglove.

Date:	2007-03-27 13:31
Subject:	Something solid.
Security:	Public
Mood:	content

My friend Nadia asked me to write something real in here. She's right - I post rarely and when I do, it's either photos or crap (and unfortunately the two are not always mutually exclusive).

So here we are. I have 10 minutes to spare and so I'll write something small (but real).

It's my birthday today.

I was dreading it.

I'm not a birthday scrooge. I'm not concerned about getting older - the further I get from my teens, the happier I get! I love birthdays and make a big deal of everyone's - I think that the ONE day of the year that belongs to you and celebrates you is a really important thing to recognise. That being said, I had a really bad birthday last year - for lots of different reasons - that ended with me pretty much crying myself to sleep, alone. It was a really unhappy, depressing day and one that still makes me wince whenever I think about it. So when everyone started saying, "It's your birthday soon, ooooohOOHOHooooo, are you excited?" this year, the most I could muster up was a shrug and a weak "Mmmhmmm!" My hopes were not raised when a workmate cancelled on special birthday drinks last night.

But it's actually been a pretty nice day so far, despite the fact that I'm working for 11 hours. My cousins gave me a pair of really cute flannel cow-print jammies, and my aunt made my favourite food ever for breakfast. My parents remembered, which is a pretty good effort, and my boyfriend has dinner reservations for tonight. Last year his gift was a dvd - while nice, a little impersonal, admittedly - and this year he vowed to make up for what he now calls "pathetic excuse for a present", so that's promising. I have a lunch date in the park. Lots of my workmates remembered, I've had messages and phonecalls from friends, the weather is sunny and the birds are singing.

Birthdays are looking up. It's a good day. I'm happy. And that, for once, is something real.

I just paid a deposit on a 9-day cruise to New Caledonia.



Also, my Photoshop has died, leaving me not only unable to do professional editing work, but also unable to edit silly pictures for my small and indiscriminant audience to enjoy.

:(

( sunshine, all around me, makes me happy, like i should be )
© Prue Vickery 2006

Date:	2006-10-19 11:17
Subject:	revelation
Security:	Public
Mood:	....

I'll blow your mind, I am... I'm a revolution.

Big things are happening. I'm exploding, I'm combusting, I'm reaching out and grabbing every goddamn beautiful thing in this world and layering it, piece upon piece, inside my bitten fingers. I'm cool, I'm calm, I'm so collected I could scream out for pure joy.

Everything is gorgeous, everything is torturous, and more than ever I know that everything stands on a knife's edge.

I just bought another camera on ebay... a classic German Adox Golf63 120mm. While very pretty to look at, and doubtless a bit of a collector's item, I'm not sure what I was thinking.

Credit card be damned! Art is life!

Date:	2006-09-10 12:50
Subject:	A few small splices of life....
Security:	Public
Mood:	exanimate

Date:	2006-06-29 18:03
Subject:	Oh
Security:	Public
Mood:	cheerful

I forgot the internet existed. I'm home!

And oooh, eyeing up concert tickets for my favourite guilty pleasure - Westlife. Ooooh, sexy boys. Come to mama me!

(I feel adolescent fangirling coming on in extreme proportions :D and oi, lay off the defriending, will ya? A girl's gotta feel 13 somehow.)

Australia rules, btw. I've never been happier to see magpie shit on my car.

Date:	2006-06-05 17:54
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	good

I feel... better. Like a weight has been lifted. Coincidentally, the sun has come out. This late in the afternoon, it's almost a blessing, a reward. You've done the hard yards, kid, now come out and play.

Sometimes I wonder if I sabotage my own relationships, friendships, even academic pursuits, because I'm scared that after all of it, that blessing, that light at the end of the tunnel, will come, and I'll be expecting more. It's that easy?

I was dreading home. I was dreading everything. I was dreading leaving this little room with its dirty dishes and ashtray, its intimate take-me-as-I-come haphazard rubble, its sweet cotton curtains that block out the unfamiliar landscape. I'd done my walking, my running, my endless traipsing, and now the room and I had each other. L.J. and I had each other. We had this bed, this ashtray, these cheap bottles of wine and squeals of laughter and 1am clandestine snacks. What else can there be? The outside. Home. Home means responsibility, financial accountability, and, scarier still, emotional accountability. I was too cloyed, too absorbed in this room and its happy occupants to face it.

And now, I look forward to that Australian light at the end of my own little European tunnel. It's funny how a single conversation, entered into without prejudice or malice, without intent or agenda, can fill me with such an intense need to go back when five minutes before it I would have travelled on forever to avoid it.

I fucking love travelling but I am, finally, not running anymore. I'm ready to go home and face the music, whether it's drums of victory or a cymbal to the head. I don't care.

I'll cherish these last few days in this little room, with my little happinesses. But I'll also cherish the thoughts of my own little room, with its own little occupants, and be glad they're just a few weeks away.

I'm not running anymore. It's not bittersweet. It's just sweet.

You've done the hard yards, kid, so come out and play.

Date:	2006-05-26 17:03
Subject:	In case you've forgotten I exist...
Security:	Public
Mood:	foreign

Hello from England!




(That red-headed darling in the background is my Citz... yes, MINE. She's cute and squishy and my daughter and I've decided I now own her.)

prurient_badger? Shall we slash together?

:)

Hey kids!

Turkey is the bestest place Ive ever been.

Rome is dirty and rude, but pretty.

I cant find the apostrophe on this silly Italian keyboard.

Your mother.

Miss everyone!

Date:	2005-12-21 21:23
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	anxious

So it's three days til Christmas Eve. My bank account currently stands at -$23. Yes, minus. I'm working two jobs over the next three days, from 9am til midnight, neither of which will pay until sometime in January. I hate my new job. I haven't done any Christmas shopping yet. My Christmas tree has no decorations, but is sitting dejectedly in the lounge room waiting for me to have ten spare minutes to adorn it with tacky crap. My room looks like a failed bomb shelter, and I have a million family members coming over on Christmas Day who will be wanting to look/nose/stash/sleep in it. One of those family members is a biatch who takes absolute pleasure in putting me down and making me feel ugly, which shouldn't really be too much trouble this year since I have achieved nothing, gained weight, and lost self-esteem. I have a huge burn blister on my hand from Carols in the Domain, which I like to think of as 'wicked fun with tragic consequences'. I have a migraine that could slaughter most of Asia, and it looks like it's settling in. MY CAT WILL NOT STOP MIAOWING IN MY FACE AND I WOULD REALLY LOVE TO STAB IT.

Merry Christmas?

It's raaaaaaining!!!

This makes me deliriously happy for reasons I cannot explain :)

*LOVES ON EVERYONE*

Help me out -

What does one say in a letter of resignation, exactly?

Oh, Google. Marry me?

I must have the shortest attention span in the whole wor... ooh, look, something shiny!

Oh, I've just done something incredibly stupid

INCREDIBLY FREAKIN STUPID

am i TRYING to ruin my own academic career?!?!??!

oh, man.

Fact: I have a ten-page assignment due tomorrow.

Fact: I have a book full of notes on the semester's lectures that are the basis of aforementioned assignment.

Fact: Aforementioned book full of notes is absolutely nowhere to be found.



Fact: Shit.

Date:	2005-11-04 13:41
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	contemplative

Am I the only one in the entire world who actually really loved Elizabethtown?