Thursday, 20 January 2011

Okay, so I got an iPhone in the hopes that I'd be more involved online. Stimulated to post while on the bus. Epic drama on bus. A really funny slice of humanity.

Anyway, I'm at uni now and things literally couldn't be much better! So many amazing people. So many things to learn and see. I've done so many things I never thought possible, and it's only the second term! So many vegans / veggies too! Going to try to blog more about my adventures. Peace!

- Posted using my iPhone

Thursday, 5 August 2010

Had a lovely couple of days, went to Butser Ancient Farm, where they've built little round houses like the ones we used to live in all that time ago before we got too big for our boots. Made the decision that one day I shall also build one and live in it (a bit more realistic than the tree idea, perhaps?), mostly because they're AWESOME, but also because they have open fires instead of ovens, hurt no-one and.. well, need I go on really.

Got a pretty massive callous on my left index finger from the milk jugs at work. It's so gross. But I have TWO DAYS OFF to get rid of it, the weeds in the vegetable patch and to photosynthesise. My gypsy skin has waned somewhat, and that definitely needs to be addressed. Please let there be sun. Pretty please, with a cherry ontop.

I've gotten really lazy with my food over the past month, maybe, and I'm starting to feel the effects. No excuses, but that also needs to be banished from my life. Before the de-weed, I'm going to throw coinage at a stranger behind a counter in exchange for the most fruit and veg you ever did see. And have a fucking gourmet festival about it.

It's going to be a good one.

Monday, 19 July 2010

The big 50

Ahh, I have worked for seven days straight with less than no thanks and an increasing sense of despair and contempt for humanity. Only six or so weeks until I can flip the store the finger, flip over some tables and run out screaming something along the lines of: "FUCK YOU, YOU CONSUMER CUNTS!! BURN IN HELL!!". The near-yet-far reality of that day is what keeps me half-going.

I really hope that when I finally go to Brighton, there won't be as many complete snobby upper-class prick-arseholes as there are in Fareham. I loathe this town and 99% of it's stupid rimjob inhabitants. (this great big sweeping statement considers only the patrons of Fareham Shopping Centre, of whom I assume are 99% of Fareham's inhabitants... You may take this observation as fact.)

Anyway, I'm hoping to go on a ROAD TRIP in Cornwall somewhere for a week, before I make my great escape from dead-end shit Fareham. Looking forward to a nine hour drive, no showers and sleeping in the car...

Not much else has happened really. This long week of hard slog has made me think about a few things, when I've not been in that hell-hole. The biggest thing, I've realised, is that over the past few years my creativity has vanished and taken a big part of me with it. I'm going to have a few weeks before I go away to University to try and sort it out, I want to go into the forest and read, take pictures of nature's beauty and put pen to paper. Maybe knit. My only outlet at the moment is cooking, which, okay, is pretty damn tasty, but I'd like to spread it all over the place. A big part is my being lazy I guess. I've also discovered the fact that I like coffee, a bit of a strange one considering I've worked in a Starbucks and a Costa collectively for a year. It shall be the fuel for long nights of getting high on turpentine and getting paint in my hair, like the old days. Enough of the "I shall's" already!!

Observing people mindlessly go about their boring lives of work-come to Costa-sleep-work-buy clothes and electronics-work more-sleep-have a baby-work-get old and die has made me think about the capitalist society we're all unfortunately a part of, and just how shit it is. Exploitation is everywhere. It's a sick society we've built for ourselves. "Every man for himself". Dominate and control, get more money, tread on everyone you can, and all without thinking about it. Brilliant. My friend Kat lent me the film, The Edukators, which pretty much sums up exactly how I feel about society and everything! Apart from at the end where Jeff Buckley kind of ruins it a bit. But yeah, add it to your list of films to watch!

Whilst on this whole subject, I'm reading some Marx and Engels and I'll be getting some Kropotkin. It's really interesting. If only Capitalism could be overthrown successfully... Unfortunately I still think I'll end up living up a tree somewhere. I'll post more about my findings when I've learnt enough to have an opinion. If anyone ever reads any of this and has any reading suggestions, please say! I'd love it aha

It was my brother's 19th birthday a few days ago, and on his request I made him a VEGAN chocolate cake! Considering he is the fussiest eater ever and a meat eater, I consider it a great victory that he wanted it! He practically begged me to make it for him! It's nice when people come to me for food, I just hope one day the infiltration will reach them deeply and they'll realise "hey, being vegan isn't so hard! It's damn tasty and Meg can do it! So can I!"

Well, there's hoping :D

Evidence of said cake making, also best apron ever. Also, appreciate the tea selection.

Saturday, 17 July 2010










Sunday, 4 July 2010

shit's weak

The glove compartment isn't accurately named
And everybody knows it.
So i'm proposing a swift orderly change.

Cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm
And all i find are souvenirs from better times
Before the gleam of your taillights fading east
To find yourself a better life.

I was searching for some legal document
As the rain beat down on the hood
When i stumbled upon pictures i tried to forget
And that's how this idea was drilled into my head

Cause it's too important
To stay the way it's been

There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade
And now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all
And here i rest where disappointment and regret collide
Lying awake at night

There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade
And now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all
And here i rest where disappointment and regret collide
Lying awake at night (up all night)
When i'm lying awake at night.


Thursday, 1 July 2010

On living the dream

It's 23:43. I'm listening to this and I've drank enough tea and coffee to leave myself cruisin' through that strange zone where you're not sure what you need; food, water, sleep or just simply to vomit. Or less simply, all bodily functions at once.

It's summer, I'm not quite as char-grilled as I'd like, but I've still got time on my side. I've not received a single insect bite, I've slept in a tent a few times and I've probably drank enough vodka to fell a Russian baby. I haven't read any books for a while, but I have made a few cakes. I've planted some herbs and some spinach. I've made friends with some Geese. Shoes are an unnecessary accessory (until I full-on trod on a screw in the vegetable patch. Schooled me somewhat.) and my hair has successfully achieved the shade of "faded tangerine". Need more time in the sea. Sand exfoliation and unbridled naughtiness are the keys to centuries of victory.

It's now 00:32. I'm listening to this and I don't think I'll be able to sleep. In all honesty I had an iced black americano and two cups of tea, but I'm a complete and utter pussy when it comes to stimulants. (Caffeine is the furthest I've been/will go incase you were wondering.) My laptop battery is running low and the sheer heat it's kicking out may be enough to kickstart a nuclear reactor.

Tomorrow I will go back to work, where I'll undoubtedly complain lots and spill fucking cow's milk everywhere (including on myself, to further propel my rage) because my mind will be more concerned with when I'll next be down the beach. Or looking at a bumblebee.