Magdalene's journals

I spent last night watching every single episode of Paddington Bear ever made



&now I sort of feel inclined to eat a marmalade sandwhich

I am in a state of conflict as to whether this mug is the best or worst thing ever.




I've spent munnies today. On a pair of vintage heart shaped glasses, a lot of books, some cute prints, some hot japanese school girly socks with a little bobbled draw-string & a night dress. Maybe I will treat myself to a DVD or two. I've been meaning to watch The Heart is Deceitful Above All Things.. but I can't choose between that and the Card Captor Sakura box set.

I need my own place so I can decorate it with kitsch art and paint it in pastel colours. I will reappaulster all of the furniture in my lounge with a velvet leopard print fabric and paint the legs in a dark ebony colour. It will be like a brothel.. but cleaner? Actually.. talking of furniture.. i bought a cute piece from a local second hand furniture shoppe that looks like it was once attached to a really glamorous beauty table for five quid. i wanted to buy a mini kidney table from there to put my pc on but they don't take cards and I didn't have the cash on me at the time. Which probably worked out for the best, because I like spending cash. This is the little chair, beautifully modelled by mr bunners.

I'm exuberant when I'm taking pictures. I think that maybe I go into a trance that takes over me right through the process of taking the photos to editing them. I love shooting women, I think there are so many beautiful sides to each and every single one - inside and out. Not so much myself at present, though.

Leanne modelled for me. What do you think?



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-  This weekend was so uneventful. I watched a Crime Watch about Prostitution, Peep Show, Titanic, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and something about Americans having talent. And ate. A lot. My boyfriend says that we both need to diet (Lord knows I've tried) & tomorrow we're starting a dog walking regime. I am rather ashamed to admit that I am a bad doggy mummy anyway, and the only out door excitement she seems to get is when she goes on drives or when my mother is running errands.

- I played Smack Down vs Raw 2007 on xbox 360 and I was fashioning the wrestlers after my favourite GodsGirls. We fight dirty yo'.

- I am booking Svetlana up fast. I will be photographing twice a week until the end of this month. My friend Sarah is coming down all the way from Birmingham; on Friday right thru till Sunday, so that we can take pictures of each other and have a picnic and things. She is so beautiful that I might not let her go home. I think Annaliese would like her eyebrows.

- I really need to pee. I have a really bad habit of not peeing when I need to and I am sure that the result of this will be that I will become incontinent when I am old and that my six million grandchildren will laugh at me.

- I had a dream that I went to Uganda and somehow I didn't realise I was pregnant on the flight over and suddenly I got big and had a baby over there. It was a nice dream. I was older. I'm sure the reality would differ by far. While I was over there this year, one of the nursery teachers at Wisdom was heavily pregnant (and I mean mahoosive) and due over the couple of days and she was jumping up & down, singing at the top of her lungs and dancing with the little sprogglets with more energy than I ever could have. And I am sure I am atleast half her age. Woah.

- It was my friend Louis' birthday fourty seven minutes ago. Happy birthday! My boy and I are inviting him (plus Erd & Leanne) over for drinkies and forcing him to provide us with a minimum of sixty brownies on Tuesday. There will be photos.

Photo by Leanne Gullifer

I'm sat here in my underwear and my lover's uniqlo hoody with the remnants of the rather terrible make-up I splattered on in a spontaneous moment of self indulgence. Crack whores are sexy.

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I took this at Lake Bunyonyi. I was standing next to my friend Joshua. The sun was in our eyes and it was so beautiful here.

I was listening to a blues song on the radio some days ago. It made me feel nostalgic and I started thinking about a short moment in time I spent standing outside of a chinese place called Mister Ho's. I was at a coach stop waiting to be picked up. When the coach arrived I remember how I felt when the boy I'd gone to visit for my new years refused to even kiss me on the cheek good bye. All I really left that trip with aside from my dad's too-eighties-to-be-true sports bag (with my stuff in it..) was an empty feeling in my gut (a literal and figurative emptiness, I guess) and a really awful confusion that I assosiate with that period in my life.

Anyway. I thought I'd come on to tell you that I've been reconnected to the internet at home! So I guess that means I'll be lurking forums and posting regular journal updates. But that alone doesn't make great reading, so here are some pictures for you!

This is Naldy. He is my boy's cat. He is feral and spends most of his time in the streets. He can go missing for weeks on end sometimes. He has been known to come back smelling of soap too. (Which makes us suspicious of foul play.)




I am not sure he really loves me this much, I think he was just posing.




This is Coo. Her real name is Goggles. She smells... according to everyone but my mother and I.
That is my boyfriend. She loves him more than she loves me and wants to steal him away. :(

 
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I am exhausted. Or 'knackered' for want of a ... better ... word. I've convinced myself that I have either malaria or salmonella. (I dont, though.) I can't sit up for a long time without feeling as though my head is going to explode. It feels a little bit like an extreme case of car sickness. And a migraine. And food poisoning. But I don't have a temperature. So I'm sure I'm fine. (or.. everyone else is sure and the little hypochondriac in my head is convincing me otherwise)

Strange it may sound, but I believe there may be a particularly destructive ghost wandering around my house. I woke up to my bed being violently shaken a couple of weeks ago, and since then there have been a number of possibly coincidental yet equally inexplicable occurances. Such as one of the legs of a very expensive dining table being broken in a very awkward area (the blame of which has been placed upon me, but clumsy as I am I strongly doubt I could have broken it and I'm sure you'd agree if you saw the break. not to mention I'd probably remember doing it.), an almost perfectly vertical crack in the glass shelf within my fridge and the fact that things keep going missing and turning up again in strange places.

I do owe you a magnificently long journal update, alas - I had the accompanying pictures ready for you. But the memory disc I am certain I placed within my handbag has magically disappeared. Hm.

Oh! I forgot to mention, I had a brief phone chat with Swindle. She's doing her exams, you should wish her luck if you haven't already. Oh... I love her.

They say that home is where the heart is. Well.


I'm waking up in the morning with a purpose again, even if it's just knowing that I'm a day closer to going back to Uganda. I am at a place where I am questioning everything I've ever wanted, and somehow it all feels wrong. I want you all to know that there is such a thing as 'destiny' and I feel that mine is somewhere in Africa.

I'll tell you everything soon. I promise.

I'm sat in a back packers hostel in Kampala, Uganda. I don't know whose laptop it is that I am using to access the internet but I'm sure they're quite lovely; as they've just attached the cable to recharge it's steadily declining battery.

I'm safe. (Don't know if you heard, but it was the memorial week of the Genocide that took place ten or so years ago - and the people from my group that attended left the museum only an hour or so before a grenade was lobbed over the garden wall...not so sure of the damage that was actually caused but we're all just fine.)

This trip has definately been emotionally exhausting, and I've come to realise once more how beautiful this planet is and how happy I am to be a part of it. I was so happy to see my friends once more, so very sad to leave them. I'll tell you more when I get back. I miss you all. So much.