Maybe candles aren’t edible themselves but when I see them dripped and moulded to fit the fingers above, I’m reminded of the sweet smell of smoke mixed with cheesecake from the ghosts’ of birthdays past. I’ve always wanted very lovely and dribbly candles, but whenever I light them for Christmas they end up a sordid mess and the aromatic candle I received for my birthday barely has a flame when it’s lit. The aromatic candle smells lovely even without being burnt. The best thing about small little candles is that they are associated with lovely cakes but look almost like wet and drippy ice cream.
Whenever I suffer from bitter thoughts and can’t help but feel negative- instead I look at something sweet to feed my inner-child and imagine all the lovely tastes and textures melting in my mouth. This happy little collection of ice creams and cakes is candy for the eyes as well as hungry tummies. I would be in the mood for such sweet treats were it not for snacking constantly on chips while on holidays with my friends on Schoolies as well as watching Friends and movies.
My mouth is watering at all the sweet and sugary goodness combined with the soft-focus photography and the backgrounds. There’s a range of beaches, tourist hot-spots and specialty ice cream shops that make my long for warmer weather as well as visiting vacation places. Ice creams also have that popular culture association of young teenagers immersed in puppy love walking along the boardwalk with a Ferris wheel in the distance. I love that atmosphere can be enhanced by the music, but in this case food and memories created by a certain smell and a feeling of sand between your toes.
Melted ice-cream like those pictured above and softened waffle cones are delicious; but I can never be bothered paying additional costs to get a waffle cone. I love the rich flavour of the ice cream I ate the other day, I bought Oreo ice-cream infused with a rich vanilla. It was sweet and a little filling as well for an ice-cream with only one scoop. I don’t enjoy a single flavour of ice cream usually unless there’s an interesting texture of the ice cream like biscuits in small pieces.
The sweet and sugared heart on the ice cream which looks soft and melted reminds me of the unromantic Valentine’s days I spent at school day dreaming out the window. I associate ice cream and the sweet flavour with such romantic pleasures. Most of those romantic pleasures are things I have not yet enjoyed myself.
Sculpted ice cream: I’m surprised there’s no one else in the photograph posing coyly and licking the melting iced desert- or lying on the grass beneath the largest ice cream dripping with a hopeful mouth open to capture the falling ice cream. The shape of the cones seems very old like a 1940’s design.
I wonder what it would be like to be the dynamic power couple Sandy and Danny Zuko charing a milkshake together behind a menu. I’ve never really had the desire to recreate such a corny cliché myself but the milkshakes pictured below look so delicious, I may be enticed by the presentation of the food. It would be lovely if I had my boyfriend with me- although he hates photographs of himself.
The last two days have been the most trialing physically in my life, in thirty degree Celsius heat I have officiated twelve games of basketball and am now staggering around cheerfully in my house and it's still really hot. I was so preoccupied I forgot entirely about my scholastic endeavours for this year as well as cool clubs to join and activities. I have all the dates written down ion my diary, the problem is I now have two diaries; one personal and one for university.
I'm just looking forward to meeting new people with different interests and stuff and going to people's houses with weird paraphernalia and appreciating new experiences and life. I've reached this weird purgatorial state of my life where nothing seems to be happening- it's all stagnant and mundane and I'm just waiting for certain dates to finally get to do stuff and meet people. For once in my life, I don't think I'll be nervous when making small talk and chatting people up politely, which is a little exciting for me.
It seems that all the promises of Summer have already come and gone, it's the notorious season for pool parties, going to the beach as well as music festivals and I haven't really participated in any of those activities so I'm hanging out for Autumn and university to begin as well as new clubs to join and picking up my game as far as part time work goes. The sad thing is I'm becoming a lot more concerned about money then I used to be and I'm also worried about what's going to happen as far as my relationships with friends from high school will go. I guess only time will tell and I have to let things take their natural course and go along for the ride.
One thing Summer brought me was lazy days of typing away on the computer with scented candles lit with matches- I've become a reasonable match striker and can do it almost quietly now, depending on the brand of the matches. I can't say I have seen blue match heads but I am intrigued, and the cartoon cat on the side of the box only sweetens the deal.
University feels like one of my last chances to move up in the social scheme of the world ranking- I wish I was one of those girls that got invited to parties and got to photograph everything through an old SLR camera. That could maybe make me feel happy or a little more secure about my relationships with people. They just seem to dissolve after a few years and I feel a little scared about what happens and why I can't hold on to ties properly.
Before I throw myself into this strange world of tertiary education, I have a small mediocre checklist in my head which includes reading more books as well as buying some basic clothes such as a toggle coat, denim shirt and maybe a few more Peter Pan collar shirts as well as getting my haircut and reading more books. Attending orientation week would also be a good start and making sure I am familiar with the new resources of my campus are probably going to help as well. 
