blaaaaah, bored hungry. totally craving canadian winter. if i see one more pair of aussie chicks, heading to a music festival wearing matching denim underwear short things with frilly hems, and flourensent tube tops. im going to have a tantrum.
i like canadian fashion. i like denim. and boys t shirts. i've heard better things about melbourne. maybe i'll go there.
my free time from being a housewife has resulted in a massive creative outburst. my portfolio of doodles, magazine scraps, and paint is looking beautiful, im really really excited about it. and manifesting art school next fall. (canadian fall) . . . . I had a dream the other night, about this incredible photographer. I had his art everywhere. I asked his name, and kaya scodelario said "Driftica".
Back in the summer in Canada, Kaileigh and I went to tofino together for the surf contest. This shoot, shot by the ever so lovely Adelaide Utman was a memorable one, the make up I'm wearing was from the night before, and the night before ended in me sleeping in a truck in cox bay - I reckon modelling hungover is a brilliant tactic, I felt dumb and nonchalant Check it Check it HERE
The bird are parrots.
They sound like shit - canadian birds make song. Fuck Parrots.
Best French Fries in the world (hot chips)
Saw 2 wild dolphins going bonkers 15 feet away.
Spotted Whales (yes, Plural) while i cooked breakfast
Breakfast was Toast. Heaps of Avo. Eggs. Veggies. And the god damn best bacon.
Aussies - they ain't that bloody bad i reckon. uh huh.
No, But like seriously.
Australia is awesome, being foreign is hilarious, this country's fucking beautiful. And it looks like there's some fuckin' boards to spray DUDERS.
this is 7 hours of waiting in LAX listening to Das Racist. This is probably what moms psychic was talking about "she's a cut n' paste queen" in '92. this is what come out when I squint and look at a blank page.