My new email account

This is me six months ago with Eddy's cat Henry. I've changed so much since then. hmmm.

My new email account is MeganLorna@gmail.com. Drop me a line any time :)

Patrick Wolf

Yesterday Patrick Wolf played at The Capitol. It was his first ever journy to perth.

Most amazing show I've ever been to. I was standing right at the front for the whole show.

In the second half he knelt down and when I reached out he kissed my hand. He is forever going to be the ruler of my heart.

Songs Played (not in order)

Demaris

Vulture

The Bachelor

Magic Position

Tristan

...Lots more I've written them down some where so I'll have to get back to you.

Love and Peace

This is my waiting face.

Work all day sleep all night.

I feel empty. I'm sick of waiting. I wait for everything and never really get what I'm wating for.
I just want to sleep. Sleep until the wait is over and then I wont have to wait anymore....but then there will just be one more thing to wait for and then another and then another.
It's just one wait after another and no end.

Christmas Things.

Christmas has come around again. in twenty one days we'll all be sitting around full of food arguing with our relatives. When I was younger Christmas was my favourite time of year but now it just promises more family feuds and dresses stained with baby sized chocolate hand prints. I've tried to decorate my house but for some reason the decorations which seemed so plentiful last year have come up short and left my house looking sparse and unorganised. Hopefully my Dad and I will be able to find a really nice potted Christmas tree to make everything seem a little more festive. Maybe make some paper hanging ornaments.

I really want to do something worth while this year. Make a little difference.
I want to hold an art exhibition and give all the profits to a charity. Maybe an art school or a wild life protection fund.

Merry Christmas everyone.

Twenty days and Twenty nights.

Beautiful summer has graced us with her presence once again. She was away for a long time, and now she wakes bright and early every morning at 5 am to bronze my skin and bleech the water colours hanging in my bedroom. I cannot wait until my little family is together again for Christmas and the new year. I miss everyone so much.

Today I purchased:
1 brown fabric bound diary for drawings and writings of the Summer.
1 collection of 20 assorted gift cards for Christmas. Made from recycled paper and soy bases inks.
1 card for Edward from Remedy, my favourite store in the world. I wish I could live there.

For lunch I had one Indian Pepper stuffed with vegetable curry and a peach and mango ice cream.

Mike complained I don't update my blog enough.
I'll post some pictures from my trip to the zoo soon.
x

P.S Twenty days to go until my love returns and I can finally stop holding my breath.

Summer

Summer, it was so hot yesterday. Brilliantly hot. I sat in the garden and watched Valeries week of wonders, it was so hot. My friend Kath had a beautiful party in the night, Fairy lights and a ladder to the roof. Lovely things happened and friends were made. I'm very happy.

Officeworks play time.

An 8 year old boy came into Office Works today. He was really bored and shouting at his mum and dad. So I gave him a plastic cup. He put it on his head and said he was king of the land, I gave him another cup and he put them over his ears and said he was a robot from space. I then poked pop-sticks in the cups and he became a Pirate with two hooks for hands. His dad was laughing, but his mum just frouned at me and picke dhim up and took him away. It was fun while it lasted.

OH! On Monday I saw the sweetest couple on the bus. The boy looked liek he'd just stepped out of "The Lost Boys", he was wearing purple John Lennon Glasses and had piles of curly black hair and patent leather black and white pumps liek some I'd given to a friend of mine. The girl had bright pink and orange hair and the sweetest blue gingham dress with a white starched collar and lace trim and a little pair or brown leather shoes.
They were so lovely. I wanted to take a photo and keep them forever in the loveliness that was them.

What if

Ok I'm sitting at work waiting for my shift to start and I'm thinking, what if this was all I did. What if I had nothing else in my life.
Scary.

This afternoon.

When I woke up this morning the air was thick with the smell of Jasmin and grapefruit flowers. A lazy bee drifted in through my door and landed on one of the plants in my doorway. Today was the most perfect day. Alistair and Michael dropped by and picked me up, we went round to michael's house and walked down to the store and got cheese, bread and avocado, I had a lemon in my bag already, and we had a picnic in Mike's lovely garden. We then ate cookie dough and snoozed in the warm sun. I cant think of anything more lovely to do on a beautiful summer afternoon. Bliss.

My Summer Tent.

My idea for my summer tent has been changing day by day. But now I'm watching this land of snow, the sky is made of diamonds and everything is beautiful and frosted and white. Pure white. I'm going to make a beautiful tent of ice. White fabric and beads and beautiful things that are white. Like when dust gets caught in the beams of sunlight and glistens and floats. That's what it will be like. A place for little wolves to hide. floating light. Soft summer tent for summer dreams.

Herbal

Ok so I went to see 500 days of summer. It was well made, clever and beautiful. I enjoyed it alot, I was very real. It's almost depressing how real it was. The conversations had been plucked from lives I've lived. It is clear that the an who wrote it was writing from personal experiance.
I went to a street fair today and baught herbs. Special Herbs. They are ment to make you dream more vividly. They smell lovely.
I am eating Sushi and watching a documentary on wolves in Yellowstone park.

500 days of Summer.

I can't wait to go and see this film. I'm goign to see it with Mike and Al on Saturday night. It just looks so beautiful.

First days of summer.

I'm listening to Shiny by the Decemberists. It reminds me of last summer. I am soo looking forward to the summer. I woke up this morning and could smell grass and the beach and....well summer. It was magical. I started dreaming about those planes that tow banners through the sky and the sunshine and the smell of freshly cut grass and Edward. It was so lovely. Then my alarm woke me up and I had to go to work. My boss told me I had to get a smaller nose ring and warn him when I'm getting more tattoos. I felt like a child, but I didn't let it ruin my day. I went to the book shop to look for Grapefruit by Yoko Ono, who I'm doing a tutorial on. She's so interesting. I also looked at Younger than Jesus, a directory of up and coming artist, also Vitamin 3-D, lime green! Yum! Then I walked through Fremantle and a french boy said I was beautiful which was nice. I then met some friends for a little catch up.

But Back to YOko! She had two children! Julien Lennon wasn't John Lennon's only child, Yoko also had a son with John! and she had a little girl with a later husband! Poor Yoko had such a hard time, but she made some brilliant arts. I envy her tallent and the time she lived in.

Strange Dream

Last night I had the most strange and vivid dream. I was asleep on the floor of Mikes room in a sleeping bag. I dreamt I was in this big old house, I had jusst moved in, I was alot older, maybe thirthy. I was married, but I never got to see my husband, and I had a huge pregnant stomach (Which made me wake up three times with fright, only to sigh with relief and go back to sleep.) This house was really beautiful and huge, with high ceilings and big door ways. It was grey and kinda dark. As my dream progressed a group of people I didn't recognise, but knew in the dream, and I began to fix the house, renovate it. It became more and more beautiful in the dream. The windows were draped with white fabric and the walls were white and everything was crisp and clean. There were some huge coloured pots around the place, really ugly and horrid, the people working on the house with me dragged me out into the garden to see them all stacked in a pile on a huge fountain, they told me Steve was going to plant the strawberries in them. Who is Steve? The garden was really beautiful, bathed in a soft grey light form the summer afternoon sun. the coloured pots seemed to have faded to pretty light pastel colours and looked really beautiful. I walked around the garden and my husband came over and held my stomach and danced with me to music which was playing from a far away window in the house.
Then things began to get really strange. I dreamt that I was holding some kind of day-care classes in a bright wallpapered room of the house, there were thirty children running around like little chickens. We were having some kind of competition and some one was weeling me around in a shopping trolley in a supermarket. It was all very strange, the shopping center isles seemed to strtch on forever. I was pulling cans of spagetti off the shelves and shouting and laughing and telling people to hurry up or we'll run out of time....
then my alarm went off and I woke up.
I felt my stomach to make sure there was no bump. Phew everything was fine.
"Good morning Meg"

Some pictures of my new Tattoo.

This is my Rat Seymore. He's named after Seymore Glass, from Bananafish. (Salinger) It was bath time. He's a beautiful Pink-Cinnamon colour.I dyed my hair black. This isn't a very good picture, but it's a raven black colour.These are my beautiful wolves drawn by Edward Keith Hicks.They also look alot better in real life. I unfortunatly only have a web camera to work with at the moment.

Sufjan, Wine, Friend.

Mike and I are sitting in his lounge by the fire, drying our wet clothes after being caught in the rain in the middle of Fremantle. Sufjan Stevens's "For the windows in Paridise, for the fatherless in Ypsilanti" swoons. A bottle of Annies Lane half gone. Missing our good friend. the rain is drissling outside, the wind is making the branches of trees brush against the window and scrape the glass. My feet are freezing, my hair is falling in chunks around my face. It's quite lovely to be in this state. You become quite human. Being quiet and cold and with someone you care about, so you don't have to talk. Just listen.

The cat is asleep.
The wooden boat outside is waiting for the summer.

This weather is......roaring in the night.

trying times.

Today is my 18th birthday. I got a new notebook computer. But I can't get the internet to work.

Dinner was a disaster. (Note to self: Never try to get seperated parents to sit at the same table again.) But had a really good day with my friend Anna, went out for Icecream sundays!

I'm getting a new tattoo tomorrow.

But anyway here are some snaps of my nose being pierced. :)

Nose peircings and babies.

This is one of the strangest object's I've ever seen, I'm not sure if it is clever, funny or horrid. It's a baby doll named "Baby Glutton" made in spain that suckles on a vest fashioned for children with little flower nipples. I'm amazed. It's such a strange though.
I got my nose pierced on a whim today, well I'd wanted it done for a while but i didn't get up this morning knowing I'd be goign to bed with metal in my nose. I think It looks really quite pretty. I'm glad it doesn't hurt now, It hurt quite alot to have it done. I have some photos of the day but I'll have to post them later

I Miss Edward

I miss Edward.
Doing lots of drawings.

Hedgehog.

I sometimes think I would make a good Hedgehog. I could wander around in a forest and if some one annoyed me I could just curl up in a ball. I think I'd eat lots of flowers and berries if I was a Hedgehog.

Hedgehogs are so cute. When I live in Europe I want one as a pet. *-*

Tree House

This is a story I wrote at uni and stuck to a tree.

There once was a girl who lived in a beautiful tree house. The tree house was so tall you couldn't see into the windows from the ground floor. The girl lived up in the tree for ages and ages and looked down at the ground where beautiful wild flowers grew. One day a boy walked past picking flowers and putting them in a basket. The girl looked down at him and watched him for hours, however once he had picked as many flowers as he could he started to walk away, she called out to him, but he couldn't hear her. She sat in the tree house and waited, he came back every day for a week, and every day she called him, but he couldn't hear her. She was heartbroken, so she cut her fingers off.

I changed the end of this story for my boyfriend and said that she made a ladder, from flowers stems and silk thread, that was so long it could almost reach the floor of the forest, and he came back the next day with a tall ladder, climbed up and rescued her and they ran away together and had 2.5 children and lived in a white washed weatherboard house.

There once was a girl.

There once was a girl who lived all alone. She lived in an enchanted house in a room full of books and beautiful objects. She liked to read in bed with a little torch and smoke cigarettes under an umbrella in the garden when it rained. She liked to listen to old records and watch movies projected onto her bedroom wall. She didn't always live alone, she didn't choose to, but it was thrust upon her. It wasn't so bad, she had time to think. She felt that if she slept alot and did alot of art work the time would pass faster, she also knew that talking on the phone with her friends and having garden parties would make her feel happy. So she did these things and got through her days. So she counted down, one day at a time. Her favourite thing to do was learn when was happening on the other side of the world. He was on the other side of the world, 14487 km almost. He sent her post cards and messages and she read them and stuck them up on her pin up board along with all her photos and pictures on animals. It's not too long now.

Amara

Our trip down south to Margret River to Edward's holiday house 'Amara'. All photos taken on Mike's camera.

mouse head

Phili found a mouse head on her kitchen floor, it was gross. We had been wondering what the smell was all night. He cat must have braught it in.
I have fallen into a strange sleeping pattern. I started waking up at 6 to get to uni, but then became over tired and was unable to go to sleep, so I slept in untill mid day the next day. Now i got to bed at the early am and get up in the early afternoon.
I set up a clothes rack in my room. I love to look at all the patterns and colours of my clothes. It's like looking at a small section of an op-shop.
I've been paiting on my walls recently. I painted a bear, over my sofa, an owl and a wolf over my bed. Also in the corner is a little bunny rabbit. he looks really scared. he's the only "pray" int he room.
I'll try to post some pictures of them soon.

Saturday Night.

Saturday night has rolled around again. My week has gone by in a flash. I've finished university for two months now, I can't wait to start on my project. I'm going to draw giant wolves in paint pen on huge boards.
The rain is so beautiful, tonight is the perfect night to be snuggled up on the sofa with a blanket and my puppy dog and kittens watching a film.

Mmm. Romeo and Juliet. One of the greatest love stories of all time.

The girl

So there is this girl. She's really beautiful looking. A bit like a fairy. She's really small and always wore make up and had her hair done. She cared too much about what people think and only cared about people that could make her seem better or make her feel better or both. She used her pretty face and charm to get what ever she wanted. Lots of people loved her, because she pretended that she was lots of things or maybe she was lots of things and just exagerated them, and she liked to use them to make herself feel better because she always needed to be told she was beautiful and perfect. But in doing this she hurt lots of people be cause she never gave them what she had promised. She had too lovely friends who really loved her and tried to look after her as best they could, because often she didn't really know what she wanted and got herself into all kinds of trouble. Her two friends were kind and gentle and had many of their own friends who loved them very much. The girl would get very very angry when her friends would spend time together. She wanted them to only love her not any one else, or even each other. One of her friends decided that they needed space away from her destructive nature, the other tried to help her. She lied and said horrid untrue things about one of them and even though they hadn't done anything she still rang them up crying and being rude about the other friend. They tried to explain them selves to her, tried to tell her she needed to grow up, that she needed to be considerate of the people that love her or they wont be able to be around her. But it was too late for one of her friends, they couldn't stand to see her face after all of the lies. The other friend was really really upset and torn. The girl had pushed away so many people in such a little space of time. She drained the goodness out of everything and made it hard to see the good things in the world because she hovered like a dark cloud. But then her friends realized that they had many lovely friends that loved them and that they loved. They didn't need the bitter girl to make them sad. They could be happy with the people that really loved them.

Teeth.

Holding hands through the cat flap.

Vampire.

"Sometimes I feel like a Vampire," she said. "I feel like I can't get out of bed because the light comming through the window is too bright and will kill me if I step into it." She looked into her mirror and half expected not to see herself. But she did. She looked over at him. "All my friends are Vampires." He didn't do anything. Pause."I must be a Vampire," She said "I know because you can't see me anymore." He didn't say anything. "I'm glad I didn't die before I met you." She said. Pause."It's raining." He looked at her and didn't smile or do or say anything. Just like he always did. Pause. "I'm just a medicine you take when you are sick."She quoted. She was right.

There once was a boy.

There once was a boy who was beautiful and tall. He was so lovely in every way. He was creative and sweet and everyone loved him. There was a girl who loved him more than everything else in the world. She loved him more than sunshine, more than baby ducks and much more than vegan chocolate cake. But the poor fragile boy was so scared of commitment, he was scared of hurting her and or hurting himself. He pushed her and pushed her, and pushed her away some more. As far away from him as he could. Then one day she fell right off the edge of the earth. He watched her fall and then he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He felt so so horrid that he realized he had to try to find her. He lept off the edge of the earth and they were together forever.

I wrote this story at uni and hung it from a hook on a tree. I wrote a few of them but I liked this one the best.

Friday night BBQ.

Edward cut himself making salad.

mike wearing my glasses.

candles on the deck.

slap mike's feet.
BBQ with my boys :) Edward, Al and Mike.