who, and what, is a private butz?

my 2 new food loves. spicy rice crackers with seaweed and candy corn. mum took me to milton keynes at the weekend and there is a shop there that sells imported american food at ridiculous prices. the candy corn wasn't too bad so i assume it must be dirt cheap in america. there was some cereal for over £7 and hersheys (which tastes like sick as far as i'm concerned and which is quite readily available over here now anyway) and there was marshmallow fluff! now, i had no idea this stuff even existed and i was amazed by it. it must be so bad for you. spreadable marshmallow for toast and such. really wanna try it though. but i settled for candy corn because i've seen it in films and have been curious about what it's like for ages and now i love it. it's like honey in sweet form. and i thought they were gonna be hard but they're not so it doesn't hurt my teeth, yay! (although all the sugar probably sees to that anyway)

also in milton keynes mum brought me this ring. i love it, i don't have many accessories that i actually wear but i really love this.

on the way back from milton keynes we went through woburn and they were having their annual oyster festival (? it's not anywhere that oysters come from so i don't know why they warrant a festival, probably just an excuse to get drunk on a sunny saturday) and there was this batman bouncy slide. with batman and the joker painted at the top and the sides were the shape of the bat bike. i loved it.

these are some drawings i've done. the turkey was drawn from a photo, the train platform and bits of floor were done waiting for the train home from welwyn yesterday and the girl was doodled out of my head while i watched juno and ate noodles.
i have a new strange love for seeing patterns in stuff i.e. the brickwork floor.


the 'benefits investigator' came round today. we were worrying about it because he didn't say what it was for but it turns out it was routine and only lasted 5 minutes and he basically just told us to tell them if anything changed.
worry for nothing.

for the dead travel fast

will and i went to the cinema for an afternoon. both were really good and both brought a tear to my eye.
i'm seriously getting soft.

Christopher Johnson's Son: How many moons does our planet have?
Christopher Johnson: Seven.
Christopher Johnson's Son: This planet only has one. I can't wait to see our planet again... it's bigger than this one, isn't it?
Christopher Johnson: [turns off holographic atlas of what seems to be the Alien home planet] Enough.
Christopher Johnson's Son: We go home now?
Christopher Johnson: Not home, no. This is where we must go. [shows his son an MNU brochure outlining "Sanctuary Park Alien Relocation Camp" aka District 10]
Christopher Johnson: See that tent there? That might be ours.
Christopher Johnson's Son: I want to go home!
Christopher Johnson: We can't go home. Not anymore.

i love christopher johnson

but i think i'm allowed to get teary for hurt locker just because it's one of those films that's so painful to watch. at the end you know it was a really good film but you're not sure if you could make yourself watch it again. i love it when you think a character is a complete ass but it turns out he isn't and you end up really feeling for him even if he is completely insane.

why does too fast for love have the fun house theme in it? or, probably, why does the fun house theme have some of too fast for love in it? gets me everytime i hear it.

thoughts

need to decide which one gets to go on my t-shirt....
he needs more detail in his left eye?

pitta breads are evilly hot

todays music: the misfits and johnny cash

you know you're having a good day when you have to pick paint out from under your nails.
(will, i even ended up with some on my mouth, you should be proud!)

had my first encounter with our postperson.
she's not so friendly

i'm going to go and get a twix from the shop

if the nikki t-shirt is successful i'm blatently going to make a johnny cash one

drink your favourite chocolate today

i did some doodles

my cowboy boots are back. i missed them so much. we've just made a plan to live off 7p noodles for a week so we can afford a gig and i'm actually excited about wearing my boots out.
sad


the beginnings of a shirt i'm gonna make. without the quote though, was watching telly when i was doing it and that advert makes me think of wall.e
get your cupcake in a cup

my pen ran out so her hair does too.

we got a letter back from the council yesterday and it appears that we don't have to worry quite so much each month about whether we have enough money to survive
although, pessimist that i am, i won't really believe it till next month and we've paid everything and then seeing how much we have left for food

We e-mail every day, feelings, people e-mail at any time - under the toilet, the tenants e-mail - again, My people these people and our many of our problems are many waterfalls along Many people are experiencing.

seriously can't get enough of translation party

my name has 2 a's in it and NO e's

the magazine is this month's dazed and confused
my entry for this weeks illustration friday ~ caution

my library card arrived this morning and annoyingly my name is spelt wrong on it. that's only ever acceptable if they write down your name after hearing you say it, but even then i think people should check. but i applied online and they therefore had it written down infront of them and yet they still decide to spell it how they think it should be spelt rather than actually looking at how I spell MY name.
i'm annoyed at all the people whose last name is garrett and have caused me this issue repeatedly my whole life and will, i presume, continue to do so.
G-A-R-R-A-T-T
(i bet at some point in the future it stops me from getting jobs because people will be looking for becky garrett. but i suppose i'd never find out anyway...)

going to calm down now and email the renting people about how our toilet seat has fallen off and now feels like it's going to fall off again whenever you go anywhere near it.