Pictoral Editorial Tutorial... deep meanings?

I have noticed upon pursuing the blogs of others that my blogs often lack visual variety, as I rarely include any pictures...

This blog will therefore contain a collection of imagery which is of meaning to me, or reflects my mood in some kind of deep, ironic way...

So picture 1... the flat white...

As a mindful and committed employee at Costa coffee... it is part of my role to be able to produce this item of beauty..
Unfortunately, I haven't quite mastered it just yet... but I am pleased to announce that they are beginning to look more like the intended foliage as opposed to erratic ECG readings!

Image number 2...

This is not my eye.. but it is close... I trudged through several images to find this. I have noticed today that my eyelashes are quite long, and with the application of Max factor masterpiece mascara they actually look quite nice.
This is the first time for a lengthy period of time I have said something nice about myself.

Unfortunately this eye is crying, which is also how my eyes feel a lot of the time at the moment. Tears appear to be my eyes favourite decoration, more so than mascara at present.

Image 3... clean sheets...

I love the smell of clean sheets, clean washing is nice in general, but clean sheets is somehow superior.
My bed has three duvets, one under my fitted sheet, two on top.. and 6 pillows. I also have two blankets on top for the ultimate nest. Of course in this photograph everything is pristine as I am not inhabiting it.

Image 4... notebooks..

I still like notebooks. All different patterns, designs. shapes and sizes..

I have been utilising my collage thoughts diary again. This is an ambivalent choice as my thoughts are not at their clearest and the disheveled layouts and content of the recent pages reflect my current, slightly unbalanced emotional state. A familiar feeling has been prickling the back of my conscience, and her voice has been gently waking in my mind more and more. She scares me.

My final image for today....

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This may look strange, but if you input this into facebook chat during your next run of the mill discourse with your acquaintances, you will discover (much to you excitement if you are like me) that inputting this strange little symbolic cypher produces penguin..

Time to contemplate further imagery I suppose...

Too think to tired...

I am so tired. I am tired to that irritable, snappy, generally horrible point..

I enjoy my job, it makes me happy there.
I love my boyfriend, he makes me happy.
I love Zumba..

But I am so tired. When not working, I am desperately trying to keep up with my own reluctantly busy social life.

Driving. Driving. Driving.
To work, from work, home, to my boyfriends, to the cinema, to the pub... Endless car journeys to destinations I want to enjoy. But I am just so tired.

I watched this video earlier:

The video has no relevance to what I was just saying. Just watched it is all.

My dad just spoke to me. He knows I'm not myself. I'm not myself. I'm quiet. I'm not usually quiet.. but I am quiet to the point that I have even noticed that I'm quiet. If I'm not quiet I'm snappy. So best to be quiet.

A familiar voice has been whispering in my ear. Normally I can ignore her and her presence is irritating. But at this present time, I find the voice comforting. Familiar.

I even find comfort in my old journal book. Pages stiff as I sweep my fingertips across the glossy paper cutouts and textured paper, dappled with my own handwriting, words I vaguely remember writing. Pictures of willowy thin figures and punchy, provocative diet ad campaigns yadayadayada.

Did I mention that I was tired? I am really tired. Tired of moving. Tired of thinking.
Too tired to be bothering with being tired..