new england gothic

24 hour party people

Classes start tomorrow and a recent re-examination of the budget reveals that I badly need to get a job if I'm going to make it through the entire year with groceries in the fridge, so with this I may finally be caught up for a while on the backlog of pics I've been meaning to post. (I.e., social life = voluntary screeching halt) (for at least a week, anyway ;)

Shaun covered the final night of Freshers Week fairly well, so I won't bother to repeat. (Would have been infinitely more entertaining shots if my camera batteries hadn't konked on the way to the bar.)

Thursday night we went to 42nd Street, a legendary Manc nightclub not to be confused with 5th Ave, and yes I find the paired New York references quite amusing. (Though the Europeans apparently find *me* quite amusing; I've been teased by no less than 5 people now about my style of dance. Mystery was somewhat solved at 42's when Jay explained that I dance like a "typical American." (Or rather, a TV-stereotypical American...)

"No really -- I can't believe it. I feel like I'm at the Bronze."

Well, if I'm going to be mocked, at least I'm in good company ;)

(Using Flickr for these cuz there's no way in hell I'm going to upload them all individually to TypePad...)

Yeah.

:)

enjoying the scenery (or: manchester moves its streets around every time you check a map)

Getting lost on the way to the final showing for last year's Creative Tech and Creative Games masters students, with Geoff, who's on the Creative Games program (still don't know anything about the other four people on my progam, except that they're all male) (as are all the Creative Games students -- shocker) and his flatmate Frank, a Renaissance Lit phD student from Preston who's developed the irritating habit of making lewd comments in my general direction whenever we hang out. This will stop.

Geoff's early, ill-fated attempt at navigating downtown Manchester

"You keep taking those pictures, J. When we look at them later we're going to say 'Hey, there's us lost! Hey, there's us still lost!'" (nb: this comment was made before we realized we were, in fact, comically lost)

(Frank realizes we're lost.)

(Frank wants a drink.)

post-party, time for dinner and aforementioned drinks:

(Still waiting for his drink...)

scenic salford and its environs

main campus:

school of art and design:

irony

me neighborhood:

(center tower is mine...)

matthias court:

uncharacteristically kick-ass autumn weather:

can i put you in my pocket?

 

coco puffs

No, not that kind. Just the ones I keep stealing from Minnie (I've unquestionably surpassed the limits of her intended generosity when she said "help yourself") because I've had either the drunk munchies, the stoned munchies, or the hungover munchies for a week straight.

Coco puffs are great.

(Not feeling very verbal lately. Here's some pictures instead.)

9/17 uni trip to the Lake District

intl boat posse: Shaun (Cape Town, South Africa), Thomas (London/Nigeria), Taylor (Vancouver, Canada)

More soon; sleep first.

long-overdue postage, hat trick

Le Halloween collection ...

(this year's theme was apparently "slut")

1950s Girl Scout troop leader? Not sure this one ever made it out of the house ...

I was *so* going to wear these pants on my last day of work, but I ended up selling them to the vintage shop down the street ...

Okay, bed now. Packing tomorrow. After my hair appointment. Blue stripes! (credit card trembles in fear...)

long-overdue postage, part b

Why does iTunes keep playing Landslide at me?

Anyway...

Remember when I warned you that the bedroom would be a packrat-fest of spectacular proportions? Yeah.

Found my old (old, old, old) datebook:

Inside which was all manner of treasure and trash.

Autograph from the exquisite Carol Noonan (iTunes throws up Adore as I type this, natch), which I have now carried with me for ... *counts on fingers* ... 14 years. Damn. Still distraught over their breakup, man.

best-kept secret in Honolulu:

(sit at the bar, order the Just Trust Me, and be prepared to lose your a$$)

useless miscellania, including my replacement college ID (Ziggy still has the original, and damn was it worth that pack of cigs) and the credit card on which I had to have my parents co-sign so I could buy my first computer, a PowerPC Mac:

Why, Jess? Why, why, why?

Trash!

long-overdue postage, part one

I am officially unemployed. W00t. Which means I finally have time to post again.

Packing? Shut up -- I'll do it tomorrow.

(so happy together ... )

:)

summertime rolls

walk,

interuppted.

flora

this moment

fertilizer

words

insomniac sunrise

solstice sunset