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Okay, so I haven't posted in AGES. But in my defense, my laptop is broken. All the wine and chocolate I spilt on it finally upset it and now it just hates me.

Okaay. So, narrative. Really I should be going through and editing them all right now, but I love avoiding work, and I've done most of them, and I'm pretty bored of Photoshop and need a break, so I'm doing this instead.

So, my narrative is Night Terror by Laura Marling, which I think I've already said on here. Getting models was a bit of a hassel with everyone suddenly wanting to go home whenever I tried to shoot them, but I managed to get Keeley, and as Eddie was up, he had to be in my work too.

I'm only putting one picture up for now as I really do need to get back to what I'm supposed to be doing, but here is a nice picture of Keeley. She was pretty upset with me at the time because it was about midnight at Stanley park and it was very very cold. And she only had her pajamas on. Sorrry Keeley.


Okay, so I've been in Rome for the past week, and I have a billion and one photos to edit from it.
But for now, here are three that I took that I liked as they pretty much were, and didn't need too much of an edit, as I am tired. So very, very tired.
I hate flying. My ears hurt.

The Pantheon.

The Colosseum

Some graffiti I thought was cute.

Shootin' some B-ball.

Okay. So I have had the best day I have had in a long, long time today. And to be fair, Karma owed me.
Extensive list of good things that happened to me today :
1. I woke up at a reasonable time ( 9 o'clock!). Even though I was drunk last night. Get me.
2. I went to a lecture. The lecture was good.
3. I found a new photographer I like.
4. It was actually sunny in Blackpool for once!
5. I went to Stanley Park and watched the guys play basketball. It was nice and sunny. Mmm.
6. I FOUND MY PHONE! Which I thought I had lost after a very, very drunken Friday night with Eddie.
7. I handed my work in late, and Alan wasn't the slightest mad. I love Alan.
8. I heard someone playing the original version of Heartbeats in their car in a traffic jam. That was nice.
9. Because it was nice and warm I had a Frescata at Costa. God I love them.
10. My heating started working, suddenly.
11. I had a lovely nap.

And I think all of this relates to the two magpies I saw. Y'know, for joy and that.

I only have two photos from today. I spent the rest of my time being happy that I was actually having a nice day for once. I did have some absolutely brilliant pictures of Dan, but I feel that Lee has put up enough of them already, so I won't subject Dan to any more bullying ;P

I also went home at the weekend. It was mental, as weekends with Edward Green often are. The Saturday started with a very Skins-style escape from some random guys house and jumping in the car, when his mum started shouting about something. I can't remember what because I was absolutely wasted, still. That hangover. Oh. My. God. Thankfully Kirsty and Eddie saved me from it, fed me Shreddies, more alcohol, and took me out again. I love my friends.
Here is a picture of my cat to represent my weekend back in the village. My cat is lovely.

Okay, so I know this picture is crappy. But its only a practice, and it lets me lead on to explain what I'm probably going to be doing for this narrative brief.
I've decided to take my inspiration from a song.
Originally I thought I'd do a Bright Eyes song, because basically I'm obsessed with Conor Oberst and have been for as long as I can remember.

But then I was listening to Laura Marling, and Night Terror by her seems to have a pretty interesting meaning to me at the minute.

Basically, what the song has always meant to me is this - Laura Marling is seeing a guy, this guy has some mental issues. The song is her wishing she could get into his head and fight his demons for him.
To me, the night terrors and being in his dream are all symbolism for her wishing she could help him, but of course, she can't. So she just constantly holds him, and tries to shake him out of it. Of course to no avail. But still, she tries because she loves him.
It's all quite sweet really, but the imagery is really quite creepy at the same time. So I think it's gonna make some pretty nice photos. If I can get it right.
I'm gonna try really hard at this one, cause I know if I don't get it perfect, it's going to look pretty crappy. No leaving it until the night before this time I think.

Night Terror Lyrics
I woke up and he was screaming
I'd left him dreaming
I roll over and shake him tightly
And whisper "if they want you
Oh they're gonna have to fight me"
Oh fight me

I woke up on a bench on Shepherds Bush green
Oh a candle at my chest and a hand on his knee
I got up it was dark
There's no one in the park at this hour
Why do I keep finding myself here?
Oh find me

If I look back and he's screaming
I'd left him dreaming, the dangers fade
And I roll back and shake him tightly
And scream "if they want him oh they're gonna have to fight me"
Oh fight me

But if I wake up on a bench on Shepherds Bush green
Oh a candle at my chest and a hand on his knee
I'll roll over and hold him tightly
And scream "if you want him oh you're gonna have to fight me"
Oh fight me.

The photo up there is how I might do the girl "waking up" in her boyfriends dream.
But, then again, I may decide to do a Bright Eyes song after all. Who knows.

Self Portrait.

I've decided every time I get in a bad mood, I should just do some photography.
For one, it takes my mind of whatever I'm worrying about/mad about, etc. Two, I need to just do more random photography in general I think. Three, it stops me from going into Lees room and breaking out into whine and annoying him.
It's a good idea all round I feel.

So, here's a self portrait...

Take from it whatever. I dunno if its got any meaning. Sorta means a bit, sorta means nothing at all.

Old Stone.

Today, anything that could go wrong, did go wrong, I shan't get properly into it at risk of sounding emo, but yeah. Starting at 3 o'clock in the morning, right through until about an hour ago. It involves still being lonely, wardrobes trying to kill me, and my family in general. Urgh. Whine whine whine. And the day isn't even over yet, don't be surprised if I am dead tomorrow, as it's likely I'll just drop down for no reason the way this is carrying on.

Photography makes me feel better though, so I decided to do some smoke shots to take my mind off things. Of course, because of today's luck, it went wrong, and I only have one half decent shot to show for it.

In other news, Emily came to stay, which was nice because it's the first time I've seen her since Christmas Eve. Lee only took this one half-decent shot of us, and I'm including it because even though we both look like tits, we both seem to be ecstatically happy about something or other, which makes me like it. Sort of...

I am maybe the palest person alive.

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