Semi-naked in somebody else's room....

I'm moving rooms. I feel strangely emotional about it. I've spent the last five years making that room my own. I'm taking all the pictures down and cleaning everything out. It represents a new stage in my life. A frightening stage.

My brother's digital camera is weird. It is very light sensitive and has no flash, so you can only take pictures in daylight. You end up with sheets of luminous white light and blurry shadows and silhouettes. Sometimes this is very beautiful.

My old room:

My new room:
The cat never seems to leave the new room, so for the time being I have a roomie.

I have found a purple blazer to wear to this party tonight. I haven't worn a purple blazer in two years. It gives me the shivers.

Exams are over, school is over, childhood is over. My life in the *real world* has begun. I'm not impressed. Jobhunting is tedious. The hours stretch into meaningless days. It has rained all week.

Got up at the crack of dawn (7am) to go swimming. I'm a member now, thanks to my dad's credit card. Walked home from East Ham in the rain without a coat, and with red stinging eyes and wet hair. I'm still a child.
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