fringe!

fringe, exclamation point.





thinking about summer a lot lately.. especially after the weather today. Less than ideal for a fringe.

tsunami eyes

I can not sleep. Day light savings has strangely effected me, not to mention STRESS. three essays. exams. readings. research. My mind just won't switch off.
So i thought, maybe some photos could help.




Now to read some poems by Karlo Mila, to try to calm my mind.

Dreaming...

I am starting to dream of summer...

Warts and All.

Literally. I used to have warts like you would not believe. At worst i think i counted ten on my hands.

I remember having one on my knee that i was really self concious about when I was in intermediate school, I would always hold my knee with my hand, thus spreading it to my hand, then i became self conscious of the wart on my hand, and I would fold my pink-y down to cover it, from there, really they took on a life of their own.

By fifth form it became particularly bad. With nearly six on one hand, and four on the other, (not to mention two MONSTROUS ones). I used wart paint, and I also started getting them burnt off, with dry ice. My mum would take me to the nurse, and tell me how brave i was. The nurses who treated the wee troop of warts would apologize as i winced with pain, would comment on how this seemed like a fairly extreme case, and would discuss how no one quite knows how to get rid of them. Then I would spend the few days after the burning, dealing with blisters as well as warts. But it seemed to have an opposite effect. The monstrous ones grew from the burning, I think they grew on the scar tissue, one even grew in a crescent shape curling on top of my finger.

This all, conveniently, occurred around the same time i met jack. He was the first (and only) boy to hold my, wart encrusted hand. i would wear band-aids wrapped around my fingers to hide the warts, partially out of repulsion and embarrassment, and partially to make sure it wouldn't spread to anyone else.

I knew something had to change when a wart arrived on my chin. Yes, they had reached my face. That was it. The warts could interfere with my holding of jacks hand, and could cause me shame, but they were not going to take over my face and turn me into Tree Man.
I saw a cosmetic surgeon, thinking that was the only other possible path to take, but being abnormally squeamish i couldn't face it. I covered my face wart up with tonnes and tonnes of concealer and made up new answers to "oh hey Jayne you've got a bit of food or something on your chin".

Now i really don't know what made my warts go away, or what treatment helped. I am just relieved that they did. I like to think that they got scared away, or maybe the warts became sympathetic to me and decided to scamper off to some other poor unassuming child. But i will never forget those warts.

To Jack, thank you for holding my hand, despite the warts, and for ignoring the wart on my chin. And even though you would nag me about why i wore so many band-aids, you never said anything, even when you knew, and you never made me feel embarrassed.

And now, i quite like my hands. But I wish I took photos of my crescent warts, maybe just one.

Its not really as if having warts was a life changing ordeal, but i'm sure not a lot of people get centimeter wide warts. And only witches get them on their face, right?


p.s. google Tree man. woah.

i cant imagine the bitter end

a friend at a party alerted me to Janelle Monae's new album, and an amazing video clip. Its a tad boring just having her face, but it is very emotive and she is beautiful.
thoughts?

(ps i finally learnt how to embed videos! go me!)

not another skateboarding post

well to fucking bad..

but seriously this is cool, it's about cory kennedy.
this guy has to be one of the coolest skaters right now, and probably the future, not only does he have a sweet style, and is insanely good. he's also pretty funny.

he won an amateur video competition hosted by the berrics called "bang yoself 2" (kind of lame name.. i know) and then went on to come third in the battle at the berrics two, never actually facing eventual winner chris cole.

now sponsored by girl, royal, rvca, good not great, nike sb, and spitfire he's becoming very popular throughout the skateboarding world.
now enough about the boring stuff, let's watch some videos. he's real pretty too... hah

day in the life - crailtap



hidden city


text yoself


watch all the videos, defiantly all worth it (yeah i know they all don't really fit, but if you click them they'll take you to the actual thingy.. i think..)

peace

while you were sleeping

i turned 19.
sat some exams.
had some holidays.
started new papers.
had some more holidays.
had some snowboarding.
had some parties.
And am now taking a leaf out of everyone's book and trying to post more regularly. lets see how it goes!

jayne is a saucy minx

they weigh 380 grams

so in the time that this blog as been basically on hiatus i have finally bought the shoes i've been longing for. for almost a year i have been in love with the 380g gram shoes (all models of the gram shoes are named after how much they weigh).

they're brown suede 1950s ish? and i love them.. i have to take extreme care of them because i've heard some pretty bad things about how easily they break.. but i don't care, they look freaking wonderful..

so here are some pictures of said shoes, tell me what you think?

hope ya'll like 'em

peace

it's raining

it's 11:14pm in wellington, new zealand and of course, it is raining outside. almost as common as my bad grammar and wrong use of apostrophes and full stops.

will post more actual things in the days to come.

subjects will most likely revolve around skateboarding, but i will try to involve fashion, photography, music, and how much i love doing nothing.

peace hombres       .  ,