con te partiro

My life has contracted like a plastic rainbow lightsaber (what) into a dark and stress-laden celebration of the words AFTER EXAMS.

I'll write after exams.

I'll go and see the movies I want to, after exams.

I'll RP with all the people I keep promising to, after exams.

I'll do that 100-word meme for everyone I haven't already, after exams.

And I was thinking about what I have to say to everyone when it does come down to fitting an opinion and a furtive sort of message into a hundred words and I find myself plucking away at the same tune: we don't talk enough. I'd like to chat to you more.

There are so many interesting people on my friends list or my AIM list that I've talked to what, once? Twice? A handful of times when I had a question about RP or a third party? Sometimes it's my finger-paralysing 'they don't want to talk to ME' problem, but often it's just the plain fact that I won't start a conversation that I'll have to back out of midway because of work or choir or this or that. Does that seem right to you? (Will that question ever be able to be said with a straight face EVER AGAIN?)

This shall be rectified.

After exams.

mofo picture post

Being the annual celebration of izumihydra's birthday, otherwise known as A Bunch Of Aussies Do Their Darndest To Celebrate Halloween. And a grand old job we do too.



Warning: lots of pictures. Lots. Though none larger than the group shot above. I have Resizing RSI.

(Tink, m'dear, I'll be putting the 1200x1600 pixel versions of these on CD at the end of the year, so I can give you the disc then if you want to get them developed)

( Pimps, pirates, priests and party madness! )

On an unrelated note, everyone should go and worship blackboggart. Partly because she is my Op-Shop Guru and talks me into buying many pieces of secondhand clothing, but mostly because her art is amazing and I think I may be in lust with her Charlie Weasley.