Hiatus.

I don't actually know what that means. P:
Yeah, I'm packing up shop, for insane reasons that are part of my personality and cannot be removed. If you still want to follow me around, I suggest Twitter or deviantART.
Sayonara, buckos.

MY BUSY WEEK

Hey, I haven't been around in a while, have I? Apologies, a lot has happened. See, for once I was actually away because too much has happened, rather than nothing worth blogging about. So I'll go through that, step by step now.


First thing's first, my hamster had to have an operation. Poor thing. His name is Squizz, short for Squyrrell, which is pronounced 'Squirrel'. He's a russian dwarf hamster and is nearing two years old - the end of their average lifespan, but, touch wood, he hasn't really shown any signs of aging yet, thank God. You might be thinking "Why the operation if he hasn't got anything wrong", yet, alas, he did have something wrong with him. He had everted cheek pouch - yes, everted not inverted - where the cheek pouch is pulled out and turned inside out. You can tell by a fleshy pink lump, the cheek, hanging out the side of the mouth. It's pretty uncommon, more common in dwarf hamsters than syrian, but we managed to pinpoint what was wrong with him without the use of the vet and got it right first time. So, we called the vet, but since it was a Sunday and not an emergency we decided to wait until the next day, MONDAY. I don't know why I did that - Monday just seemed like something significant and worthy of caps-lock-ing. Of course, Monday was a school day, so I spent the morning taking my beloved to the vet's. We waited a little while for the vet to arrive, while people brought in their normal pets, like dogs and cats, while I sat there with a cage containing a tiny ball of fluff. Then the vet arrived, and we took him into "CONSULTING ROOM 2". Dun dun DUUUN. Eh, it wasn't that bad - Consulting Room 2 is where I was told my rabbit had to be put down. It was a familiar place. Although Consulting Room 1 is where I cradled him until he departed. Eh, that's the past - OUT OF FLASHBACK. Yeah, Consulting Room 2, and I plonked his cage on the table, and we took the top off and dug around in his little yellow igloo and found him. He looked a little tired and perturbed, and while I admired his cuteness the vet picked him up by the scruff of the neck and held him upside down to have a look. The vet said she was "pleased with that lump" and said he'd have to have the cheek cut out because it had dried up and died or something. But the vet who actually did the operation thought it was okay, since it had only happened the day before at most, and he just had it stitched back in. But when we went to pick him up we found out that he'd pulled it out again, and had to go under again. I could've had a breakdown then, but I kept it together and sat worriedly in the waiting room, erm, waiting. But he was fine, and came home with us as soon as it was done. He's kept it in so far, but he has had a go at it now and then. We have to take him in for a checkup on Monday to make sure he's okay and stuff, which he seems to be.


Next thing, I WAS SICK EVERYWHERE. BLEEERGH. Ha, the day after the whole hamster-vet-takey-in-thing I was sat in my English lesson. About halfway through my hand shot up. "Yes, Katie?" "Miss, I think I'm gonna be sick." "RUN CHILD!!" And run I did, out of the classroom, along the corridor, up the stairs and into the toilets. I wasn't sick then, but nearly was. So I was told to see the nurse, who annoyed me that day for reasons I shan't go into now, and I was sick a little twice in the Art Block toilets, before going home. When I got home I was sick NEXT to the toilet. My dad was most pleased. AND THEN I STARTED MAKING MY FILM I PROMISED YOU ALL. Animation is actually quite fun, when you're not doing the boring bits. Harhar.

Then what, then what... Then there was today. I'll skip Wednesday 'cos I just chilled on the sofa with Squizz in our make-shift hospital wing all day. So, TO THURSDAY! Wait, I just realised, it's Friday. TO FRIDAY THEN! Today was okay, actually. I have some things to tell you about though. I had to do a history test and squeezed my answer into this tiny little box, turned the page and found out there was a whole other A4 page to continue my answer onto. FAIL. Then in Maths I forgot my book, so I got a piece of squared paper and attempted to do my maths, but with missing a few days I didn't really understand it, and drew this baby instead. See him, there, on the right? Sorry, sir, but I didn't understand the fractions and subsequently drew a piranha-headed skeleton cyborg to deal with them. Maths to art ratio in that lesson- 1:50. I wanted to draw a piranha head, because I thought I could. Then I drew a whole piranha. Then I didn't like it, so I rubbed out everything except the head and turned it into this beautiful creature. I want one to destroy my enemies, like a loyal guard dog...


So, that's my week. How was yours?
Lots of love, me.


P.S. Now is the worst time to join my 'Enemy List'.

"Your reliance on hardware really does amuse me, Boff..."

So good to be back. Why? BT TOOK OUR INTERNET AWAY AND THREATENED NOT TO GIVE IT BACK. It wasn't our fault or anything, just that BT like to do that for some reason. *shrugs* Eh, it's not our problem - we got our interenet back - it's their reputation going down the plughole. So, with no outlets other than art, which I really haven't been in the mood to do because of DAMN SCHOOL RUINING MY LIFE, DEPRIVING ME OF SLEEP AND MAKING ME FEEL LIKE I HAVE THE WHOLE WEIGHT OF THE DAMN WORLD ON MY SHOULDERS (see why I need an outlet?) because Facebook and CRAZYvision were gone, I resorted to some DS games I'd have under my belt for a while that I never really completed. I got stuck a couple of times and had a little tantrum, as I have been doing lately because I'm overflowing with stress so I have to take it out on people and things that don't deserve it, but I got through one and I'm working on the second. Ever tried a game called "Zenses"? It's supposed to be a really relaxing game to help you unwind in the evenings, but it is officially THE MOST STRESSFUL THING EVER other than people, who are genuinely the most annoying monstrosities ever to walk this earth. So yeah, Zenses isn't all it's cracked up to be.

Life is hard without the internet. Be grateful for what you've got, maaan!
(What a waste of a post...)

Some days are good.

I had a good day yesterday, but woke up with the feeling of a heavy burden, so I might not be in the best mood to write about it. I'll try to give the facts anyway, and hopefully add some photos later. I have like, two or something photos I want to show you, one of which I don't have but a friend is sending to me later on.

My day started as it does every day, walking down to the bus stop to catch a demonic carriage to transport us to the Underworld that is school. I was walking down with my sister, Lauren, and my next door neighbour, Nicole, as usual. No-one else really goes in our area any more, except for the kids across the street who leave at like six.
We almost get there in time, but we see one of my friends, Molly, walking back from the bus saying we'd missed it. I said that my mum could transport three of us, but there were four of us, so that wasn't really going to work. Also I'd had an argument that morning with her because she was saying how the bus was going to leave ten minutes later, and I was telling her how it takes two minutes to get down there at a stretch - you'd have to major dawdle - so my mum probably wasn't the best person to ask. We made our way up to this grass-thing in the middle of a sort of semi-circular roundabout which is near us. There's a tree in the middle with a bench around the outside, so we went and sat on that while Molly called her mum. So we sat on the bench and waited, and a few minutes later Molly's mum's little silver car comes zooming past!... and disappears around the corner. I was in hysterics at this point, unable to control my laughter and screaming "we missed the bus and our back-up car!". We walked down to where we presumed Molly's mum had gone - the bus stop - but just as we did a bus pulled up, headed for Hell, I mean, headed for school. It stopped in the middle of the road and offered us a lift, so we got on, and the bus driver told us how the bus had broken down, so they'd sent another, which left earlier, but then the previous bus had been fixed, which was the one we were on. Since the other one had picked everyone up, it was just us four on the whole thing! Four people on a double-decker bus! I mean, plenty of people get limos (spelt right?) and horse-and-carriages to feel special, but who the hell gets a specially chauferred double-decker bus?!
And then I was late for assmebly and got to stand at the side like a teacher. Yay. Normally you have to stand at the back like a n00b, but I got to stand at the side due to a series of unfortunate events.
Then I think the day went pretty well. Not much to say about it, other than I had a crazy lunchtime with my friend, George, who I have many laughs with.
When the gates of Hell were opened and the innocent souls were released, me and my friend, Siani, walked back to her house. There I got major glomped by her bathroom rug, which she claims is a dog (you know, whatever floats your boat, harhar). Then we drove back to my house and grabbed some clean clothes so I could cast of the shackles of Hell, and after stealing her Aikido class's changing room and stowing my clothes there we made our way to the fair, which is here at the moment.
We looked around first, since not much was open anyway, and we wanted to try and space out our money. After an 80p trip to the toilet (YOU PENNY PINCHERS YOU!!) we went back and got on that ride like Bounce only with the Hulk in the middle. While we were waiting a song came on, which sounded like "my llama's got no money", so we were singing that, as you do. The Hulk had L's hair, when it had been slightly flattened by a shower. I can't prove it right now since I don't have a pencil. Pencil? I think I drifted there. I meant I don't have the photo. That's better. I'll upload my comic about the situation as soon as possible so you can read it and stuff. The guy forgot to let us off or something, and we got another free go. He told us not to dance. He scared me a little. Then we went on Freddy's Revenge, I think. Fast. I don't think anything "OMG LOL" happened on there, but we did giggle all the way around. Then we went on... Extreme, I think. WHAT A WASTE OF MONEY. We did no spinning whatsoever, only went over like three times and got an unwanted face lift! It was so much better when it had a carriage on either end, but apparently they're not doing that any more due to health and safety. Frankly, if there's one carriage, how is adding another going to effect anything if it's exactly the same as just the one except on the other side?! Ah, I don't understand these people. Next we went on the weird one that's like "voooooommmspinspinspin". Uh, yeah. I guess I expected you to know what I meant by that. Oh well. I think that was it then, and we went to try and win a goldfish which we were gonna name Perkybrown, but we were 80p short (YOU GOLDFISH THIEVING TOILET OWNERS YOU!!).
Then we went to Aikido. I had a cake and some fun. Very fun. I learnt how to fall over! After a little while I turned to Siani and said "so basically just do stuff when he yells things" and she's like "yeah, that's basically it". I want to go back some time.

And yeah. I hope you all had a good day.

Bad mood.

Hey, I'm in a bad mood. Let's poke me and see what comes out...

I started drawing on the computer a couple of days ago. So far, so good. I think I like it. My mum said the art was the best I'd done, but she didn't like the subject. It probably sounds stupid using a quote from my mum, but that's just what I am, isn't it? An idiotic emotionless creature who likes to upset people. I'm sick of people thinking that's what I am. I do give a damn what they think, I could care less, I do try to do the best for everyone despite my own emotions but who gives a damn, eh?! I might just as well be selfish and do everything for my own personal gain because I'm certainly not getting anything by trying to be the good guy! Sorry, back to art. I told you I'm in a bad mood. At least I have the peace of mind of the moral highground, and the reassurrance that I gave it my all and there is nothing more I could do to help situations. Little things get under my skin, and that's where they stay for a long time... -Sorry, artwork. I guess this one's a little more dark than my other pictures. I mean, how much more innocent can you get than a girl finding a balloon? But that's not half the thoughts on my mind. I wanted to delve deeper into my own mind and find something dark and twisted and bring it into the light so everyone could see the true colour of my heart. I got a little way there with this one, I think. Not so much twisted, but darker. I hope to go for twisted soon. That will be my next target, but there are certian peers you will never be able to please, who will find any flaw just to make themselves feel higher. I'm not the best at anything, I accept that, and neither is anyone else - and putting other people down isn't going to make you any better. You have to work hard and that's what I've done my whole life, ever since I was tiny and my mum stuck my crayon picture of Tigger and Winnie the Pooh on the fridge. I barely had a full head of hair then, yet I've still been working at this since then because I love it, and I want to get as close to the best as I can because I want to thank whoever or whatever it was that gave me this gift and show just how much I appreciate it.
As you may have guessed, I'm not geeling my strongest at the moment. I think I should go calm down - maybe watch a movie or an episode of something. I wish I could open my mouth sometimes. I'm just scared those words will cause destruction instead of improvement. So I'll bottle it up again. Don't worry, I got a new notepad the other day that I'll write a diary log in if I need to let out some pressure. Honestly, I'll be fine. I just have that feeling where you want to shed your skin and leave for a little while. I've got to wait at least two years before I can leave for good. Even then I'll probably have to stick around for another two years. I might be impatiently awaiting my departure, but I know it will be so rewarding when it gets here. It's worth waiting for.
Um, good night. Don't ever let anyone put you down - they're just jealous or scared of competition. Even if you feel you're not that good, keep working at it, because that's the only way you'll get better. And then you can show them all! And it will feel so rewarding when you do. Keep that hope alive, because if you do then you will reach it.
I love you all, anyone who feels a little sympathy or anything like that for me. I love you so damn much. It's just me though, me and my rough edges scraping with other people's. I'll be fine in the end, I promise. "It'll be alright in the end, and if it's not alright it's not the end".
G'night. <3

MY HAPPY TOWN

I went to town yesterday. It was a Sunday so no-one was there. Yeah.
I can't remember what we went for - I think we all just had a few things that we thought we'd have to get. I wanted a couple of notepads, a folder (GSCE ART YAY. GOT AN A* THE OTHER DAY), black lipstick, black nail varnish (damn, forgot this...), and probably some more stuff too.

It started off as shopping trips do... Boring, I guess. We went to the dump and stuff first, so I was like "can I put some of my music on?" because I was fed up of Girls Aloud strangling cats. So my family's like "HEY-HO", but changed their tune when I put on German and Japanese songs. Harhar.

Then we went into town. First we went into one of those bargain shops, bought nothing, came out, and stuff. Okay, I can't remember what we did next so I'm just going to say all of the things as they come into my head, 'kay?

I GOT BLACK LIPSTICK YAY. People don't take black nail varnish seriously any more, now people wear it 'cos it's fashionable. EH-URGH, I don't like that. By the way, that was my impression of a buzzer thing. Like it? I got some more black eyeliner too. My mum was like "what about the other one?" and I said "it sharpens funny now. Now it does this" *swirling eyeliner impression*. Have you ever pretended to be eyeliner? Very, VERY fun. I should've got some more black nail varnish too, but I forgot. Claire's black nail varnish is rubbish, because it's full of little sparkly things that take up the majority of the container and make it go all bumpy when you put it on, not to mention the fact that it doesn't chip, it PEELS. And I'm running out, so I do need some more. I used up the last lot proving to my mum's side of the family that I was dedicated to the whole black thing.

Yeah, I had to get an art folder because I'm taking GCSE Art and all my stuff would get crumpled when moving to and from school. I'm very, VERY picky about my paper. I hope the "examiner" isn't... I've kept it in pretty good nick so far. Just to say, thank you to all my artistic influences and those who cheered me on, 'cos I got an A* for a piece the other day. Thank you so much, I couldn't have done it without you. Heehee. I will continue to shower you with more, hopefully! Anyways, we go to this stationary shop, which is like the only place ANYWHERE that sells them, and one that ACTUALLY fitted A2 was £24. I mean COME ON. Just because they're the only place that sells them doesn't mean they can charge whatever the hell they like for them! And there was a cheaper one for £15, but that was too small for A2, even though it said it was big enough. *coughcough* Correction, stationary guys, the folder was A2, not the space inside the folder. So I had to get the big ol' expensive one, which is fine 'cos my mum was paying. Heehee. It's heavy, and there's not even anything in it yet, but it comes with a shoulder strap, so it's all good.

What else, what else... Have you guys ever seen those Marge Simpson slippers? GENIUS. Me and my sister were messing around with them (not buying them though... heehee) so here's a piccy:

Anddd... We had to get some wrapping paper for our maths books, because new year, new maths book, need to wrap it up otherwise it gets broken. That's what the little rainbow rhythm stick is in the Marge picture. Yupyup. NEWS FLASH: I wrapped it this morning, and was thinking of Thunderbirds while I did it. WHYYY?!!!

Blogger is having an episode now, so bye bye. See you after school if anything interesting happens.

New School Rules

Following new ridiculous school rules being announced, I was very angry, and seeing as this is going out to the world and posted on Facebook I thought it best if I let myself calm down first before writing a post about it.
Beforehand there were many rules in place, as you would expect in a school, but they could be relaxed here and there to let the students still have their creative spark. However, following the arrival of the new head teacher the whole place has got a lot tighter and added a bunch of new rules to the mix, on uniform especially. I will be fair and say that I don't know for sure it's the new head teacher making up the rules, but the old head teacher wouldn't set them just to leave, would he? Before I go on to say what these new rules are, I would like to say that any new rules about uniform should be announced before the Summer Holidays, when everyone buys new uniform. But, thanks to them being announced now, after the Summer Holidays, a lot of us have wasted money.
Some of the rules are:
- No coloured, patterned or odd socks. No logos.
- No patterned tights.
- No coloured hair accessories.
- No hairbands worn around wrists.
- No jewellery, including necklaces, bracelets, multiple earrings in one ear (studs only), more than one ring, arm bands, sweat bands - generally everything.
- No skinny trousers, even if they're not jeans.
- No make-up.
- No nail varnish.
- No "obtrusive" hair, a.k.a. anything that makes you go "hey, look at that one's hair".
Now, fair enough, some of those could be health hazards at a stretch, but I can't see how most of these things have any effect on the teachers, the students, the education or the image of the school. Students should be allowed some personality. If we're all dressed exactly the same, down to the socks, people would look at us as if we are all the same, but we all have something to offer, and we want to be recognised for that through more than just hard work. We want to look smart, not preppy. The image they should want is "hey, there's some kids from ******. They all look smart in the same uniform, but it's nice to see that they have their original ideas. What a good school". That would mean that the teachers could relax, because not so many rules could be broken if they were relaxed again. So, happy students, happy teachers, happy by-passers. I don't see the problem with that.

If you have any stories following the new rules I'd be happy to read and post them here, as well as any other silly rules to add to my list. Please contact me on Facebook to do so. It's Katie, in case you forgot, teehee.

School

Okay, I've been trying to act more respectable recently, but in a blog it just sounds stupid and I thought you might get bored, so I'm releasing my inner slob when I come here. You guys should count yourself lucky, 'cos this might be the end of all fun I ever have with anyone else in real life. I hope I can still bring you some joy via this one outlet...

For those of you who have already gone back to school and work, I hope you're okay. I had some issues during most of the school year last year, so of course, I'm nervous how this year is gonna roll. I hope everything's okay for you, because I'm actually shaking, I'm so nervous. Last year school became nothing more than a battlefield for me, and it drove me literally insane. I started doing things that never would've crossed my mind before. It changed from me from the happy little ball of crazy I was into a judgemental depressed lump. Thanks to my sister and two of my friends I pulled through, with a lot of scars of course, and I'm actually feeling joy again. I'm trying to leave the past as dead, but my point is I hope none of you have that to look forward to when you return. If you do, try and be cool-headed. That's what I'm going to try, because my short fuse and lust for being right are going to get me nowhere. It doesn't matter who's right and who has hurt the other one the most - you wouldn't be able to have an arguement if you hadn't hurt eachother.

Well, I've got to leave you with this now. First day of school. Wish me luck, because you know I'm wishing all of you all the luck in the world.

There's no place like home.

Dear readers,

In these desperate times I am forced to come to you from a Word Document which is later to be published onto the internet, because the internet is down and I tried to fix it, but it really doesn’t want to be fixed, so I couldn’t fix it. So I have to wait for my dad to wake up, who had a long drive yesterday and therefore will not be getting up until like two in the afternoon. So I thought “oh well, I can’t write a blog post, but I’ll go on Faceb- no, wait, that’s on the internet... I’ll go on Happy Pe- no, that’s on Facebook”. So I’m just going to chill this morning, try not to get bored, stick a couple of posters up, maybe and have a rant at a Word Document, which is staring at me like “THIS PROGRAM IS TOO FANCY FOR YOUR SLOPPY RANTS AND RAVES. GO AWAY YOU COMMONER!”, but I’m going nowhere. So, I’ll check you guys on the internet later!

WARNING: I GO A LITTLE OVER THE TOP IN WORD DOCUMENTS BECAUSE DURING A PREVIOUS STATE OF DEPRESSION I WROTE DOWN ALL MY THOUGHTS IN ONE TO GET IT OUT OF MY SYSTEM, BUT NOT TO TALK TO ANYONE BECAUSE I THOUGHT THEY’D JUDGE ME, AND THEREFORE I AM USED TO SPILLING OUT SOPPY FEELINGS, EXTREME ANGER AND ALL OF THE INSANE STUFF THAT IS REALLY GOING THROUGH MY HEAD; TRUST ME GUYS, WHAT YOU’VE SEEN IS JUST THE SURFACE OF INSANITY – CHECK THIS.

So I’ll try to be on my best behaviour, I mean, I don’t think I’m depressed anymore, so I don’t think I really feel strongly about anything right now, so maybe I’ll be able to keep stuff in better. Because it’s nice to shut your damn mouth to save other people hurt. Sorry, there I go again. But that was the last time, I swear... more or less...

Home sweet home. Yes, after like 300 miles of travelling I am back, and you want to know where from? York. Yup, I’m willing to tell you know, because now I’m home and, well, you can’t really do much when I’m home. It’s when I’m out that you would be able to do some damage, but don’t, please, because I’m afraid I may have to set one of your treasured possessions on fire. Nah, I shouldn’t joke – fire is not a toy. DON’T PLAY WITH MATCHES, MY SOLDIERS! Yes, you are my soldier now, because I thought it sounded a lot nicer than minions – more of a family thing. Hey, maybe I could even make you my brothers at some point! But for now - my soldiers. I love you guys. Anywho, to which Word is screaming “NO, YOU IMBECILE, IT’S SPELT WRONG! THAT’S WHAT THE RED LINE MEANS! YOU EVEN FAIL TO UNDERSTAND THE SIMPLY LANUAGE OF COLOURED LINES!”, and I’m like “yeah, shut up”, I had a long journey, both in the car (like over 600 miles there and back) and all over Yorkshire. Is Yorkshire the county? Probably. Wasn’t Corey from Yorkshire? I think he was. There’s less than a million to one chance of him reading this, since I haven’t spoken to him for three years or something, but if he is, HI COREY! –massive wave attack- IT’S KATIE, REMEMBER? YOUR HAIR WAS COOL, BUT I DIDN’T REALISE IT AT THE TIME, SO I HAVE TO SAY IT NOW. I’m going to go and find him on Facebook when the internet comes back up.

Sorry, back to York. Ten days, I was away. You may have read a previous post that told you a little about it, and since I can’t just copy/paste the general details right now because the internet is down, I’ll still do my best to hyperlink. Wait, I can’t, because I wrote that post on the laptop, and therefore my computer does not have the link. –sigh- But remind me to post it HERE. – [Who ya gonna call? GHOST BUSTERS.].

Hmm. Now I don’t know what I posted and what I didn’t, so I’ll ignore the general details and get on with my adventures. If you want to read about my ghost-adventure-thing-that-scared-me-dearly check this link – [Who ya gonna call? GHOST BUSTERS.]. So, what haven’t I said...

Whitby - where the idea of Dracula was thought up by whoever wrote it. I don’t have the internet to look up who wrote it, and if I ask my mum I’ll get a history lesson and then she’ll be staring over my shoulder the whole time I’m writing this. So yeah, you can look it up yourselves, because if you’re reading this you have internet access or you’re crawling around inside my computer. Go away, hackers, I’ve had enough of you! Bleh, look it up. So, with the essence of Dracula popular among tourists, there are a couple of gothic shops about. Everyone was going in there and picking up things and going “ooh! Look at these weird things! Can’t you imagine Dracula wearing that? Only vampires use this sort of stuff”, but I genuinely went in there to go day-to-day clothes shopping. Since our local goth/emo shop closed down I’ve had to order things from, -sniff-, NEXT! I know, it’s terrible. The women’s clothes are just ugly floral patterns, like you get on old sofas and curtains. Who wants to wear a curtain?! – Romans excluded, ‘cos they ALWAYS wore curtains. Harhar. So yeah, I checked out two of them. There were probably more, but on that day Whitby was jam packed and therefore had a horrible rushed atmosphere, so we didn’t stay long, unfortunately. There first one I went in was a genuine goth shop – not any of this crappy tourist stuff – so I went in there and grabbed an Evil Teddy t-shirt. Is Evil Teddy made by Poizen Industries? Either way, I presume Evil Teddy and Bye-Bye Kitty are made by the same company. My mum doesn’t pay for my cult clothes, only the normal ones, and I only had £30 since I just sold some Beanie Babies on Ebay, and my dad gave me a tenner of that. In case you are unfamiliar of the term “tenner”, that’s £10, my darlings. But I can’t be bothered to change it, because I like writing long-winded explanations anyway. Yeah, beautiful shop, but I didn’t have the money to stay. The Great Goth, it was called. You should check it out if you’re ever up that way and are a little bit dark. I’m happy to advertise it, ‘cos it was cool.

As for the second goth shop, I can’t remember what it was called, but it was a load of rubbish. It was purely a tourist thing, for people to prod at and laugh at what the damned like to treat themselves with. £30 for a pair of plain black gloves my ass - I’m not paying that. So I just looked around, a bit of an outcast since I was genuinely shopping rather than making fun of people reflecting their emotions in their appearance. I nearly bought some stuff, but then I thought I could get much better value-for-money elsewhere, and left.

I’ll try and shorten things now, but Word Documents do encourage me to write down everything.

What else... I’m just going to list stuff as I think of it, to encourage me to write less and to get more done. So: Sea Life Center – a cool place with seals and more cool stuff that totally murdered my phone’s battery because I kept taking pictures of EVERYTHING, Trincomalee – a boat with some cool ship-things on it – por example: plastic pigs, Betty’s – an uber-posh mobile-free cafe thing with yummy ice-cream, York wall or whatever it was called – a wall that used to surround York.

Animal stuffs! ‘Cos we were slap bang in the middle of the country, so we saw some stuff. We saw -clears throat- a barn owl, a hedgehog, some grouse, A CAT ON A CHAIR, a goat in the field next to us, a pike, pipefish, HUGE CRAB, shrimps –shudder-, a loach, EEL SPINE (which is an animal to me, ‘cos it was cool) and stuff. And this was all in the wild, not in the Sea Life Center or anything. We spent the day at a beach and found a lot of saltwater stuff. What are those little common rock pool fish called? We caught some of those too. Out of these animals we caught three pipefish, HUGE CRAB, three baby-baby crabs, on baby crab (well, not baby, not child either, but it had nothing on Borris, or HUGE CRAB. This crab was called George, harhar.), a loach, LOADS of the little common fishies that I don’t know the name of, and, technically, the cat too.

Yeah, that’s enough for now. Check you later, my soliders.

Hey, lets prove how lazy I am again...

Nah, I'm not lazy. 'Cos when I say I'm lazy I convince myself I'm lazy and then I go emo. Again.

Why the title? I'm making a film, and whenever I've tried to do anything before involving anything to do with drawing frame-by-frame I've changed my mind. Not given up. I don't give up. I change my mind. But it's something I've always wanted to do, so I'm finally going to tackle that, chapter by chapter/episode by episode. I'm going on paper this time, so it should be a lot easier, and I'll go over on the computer if I have the time. Computer slows me down. Computer makes me look like a bad artist. Yes. Silly computer. Silly Boxcat. And I've got something to show for it that way before I get the finished product which is near-enough finished, so that should drive me on a little more.
Support is greatly needed and appreciated, because otherwise I think that no-one cares other than me and give up, and realise that I'm the insignificant little speck that I am on this huge earth. Go. Love me. Nah, do as you please, but loves are good.

Battery's going - love you all, g'night.

Who ya gonna call? GHOST BUSTERS.

Ha, I'm so pathetic, I don't even know the URL to my own blog. I got three different sites before I got this one.

So, I'm out of my territory at the moment. I've done myself the right not to trust anyone, and therefore will not be saying when I get back, or where I've gone so you can gauge how long it will take to get back. So, yeah, out of my territory, so I'm a little on edge. Not being at home is a more scary experience - you're away from everything you know. I know, you're probably thinking, "pathetic", but you are slightly more uptight because you don't have that homey feeling. So, yeah, I'm staying in a barn conversion. Beautiful - old on the outside but modern on the inside, with the wooden beams showing - just the way I like it. It overlooks miles of picturesque countryside, with the strong country wind lifting fluffy white plant seeds, which dance along the top of the tall grass, with a factory churning out puffy slight-off-coloured clouds to add a sense of realism. I'm in my element, but yeah, I have a story. Let me explain.
P.S. EXPECT MAJOR TYPOS BECAUSE THE TINY LAPTOP KEYBOARD IS TINY. eg. I JUST DELETED HALF MY POST AND HAD TO REWRITE IT ALL.
P.P.S. I'M PRETENDING TO BE A JOUNRALIST WITH MY DESKTOP LAPTOP, A CUP OF COFFEE (hot chocolate, actually...) AND MY WRITINGS.
I was tired and a little bored, so I thought "I'll head back to the cottage like a big girl and go to bed because I'm tired and have nothing better to do". There's a bigger house next door where the rest of our family is staying, so we spend a lot of the time here (me especially because they have internet connection, we don't). So yeah, I say goodnight to everyone and head off. The lights were working this time so it wasn't a scary walk back in the dark or anything. I get in, grab my pyjamas and prepare to get changed when I notice a BIG-ASS SPIDER RIGHT OVER MY BED - CAPS LOCK OR EMPHASIS. So, still dressed because I was distracted by the BIG-ASS SPIDER RIGHT OVER MY BED, I went back next door again. But just as I reached for the door I saw a reflection in the glass, and it looked like a white figure walked across the banister. I ignored it, a little creeped, but I'm a sceptic, I guess, until I'm on my own. I don't even mind if there's someone younger than me there - I just need someone. My dad had told me previously that if there was a big spider then I had to tell him without my little sister knowing. So he's playing FIFA on the DS with my cousin, and I whisper over his shoulder "this is me letting you know without Lauren knowing". So he comes over, and the big-ass spider is gone. Great. Is he in my bed? Down the side of the bed in my bag? Underneath my pillow? In my pyjamas? So I spotted some big-ass legs coming out of a crack in the ceiling, so we hoovered it (HENRY HOOVER TO THE RESCUUUUE!) but we're not sure if we got it or not. So my dad leaves and tells me too hoover it if he comes back. So I get changed into my pyjamas, figuring I could draw for a little while or write, but I couldn't get that reflection out of my head. So I worked up the guts to venture through the living room and into the dark kitchen to grab a glass of water so I can go to bed. All the way I was telling myself out loud not to look into anything that had a reflection, and my eyes were darting around while I was stood - a sitting duck - drinking. I don't think anything paranormal would be out to harm us. I mean, why would you come back to freak people out if you died? But again, I was alone, and when you're alone you work a different way. I tried to act comfortable, and sat in my temporary bedroom for a while. I sleep there - it's got a homey feeling, so I figured I'd feel more comfortable there. But one glass of water doesn't get you far, and so I swallowed my fear and started up the stairs - up to the banister - with the strong winds making the house creak and moan. I got half way up - a feat I'm proud of - when I paused to listen, staring at my parent's darkened bedroom. I said aloud "this is stupid", yet I didn't make any further effort to climb the stairs. Instead I scurried down again, out the door in my pyjamas, telling myself not to look through the window into the cottage, not to look in reflections, not to look up into the bushes and not to look back. I got to the house, and peaked through the door, where everyone was playing cards. So I asked for someone to come back with me, but they were all busy - fair enough - so I was told to come inside. And here I am. I feel naked in front of adults wearing nothing but pyjamas - in my panic I forgot to bring my dressing gown - but I'm in another room on the laptop - the sounds of their voices reassuring me. And NOTHING is more reassuring than hot chocolate, but now it's all gone, 'cos I drunk it. Liquid confidence.

Now I'm tired, and thirsty, and my neck hurts, and I feel naked, and my knee hurts a little, and my leg will hurt when I get up, and I think I'm going to go.

P.S. Bored people + word assembly = "Her ass blow him down".

BATH, and it's wearing a pinafore.

I just got back from a weekend in Bath. Not in the bath, pervs, I don't roll around on the floor that much. But I thought I'd spew some stuff out about that, as I seem to have nothing to say around here any more.

First things first, because I'm computerly impared, how do you reply to comments, not just the post? Or can't you? On Blogspot, Blogger, CRAZYvision, whatever you want to call it. I don't like leaving people ignored. Trust me, I read every comment and would like to write back, if I had the means to. So yeah, comment. And hopefully by then I'll be able to comment back and show my appreciation. :D <-- totally gramatically incorrect emoticon. SHOCK NOES.

So yeah, I went to Bath for the weekend to meet up with my great aunt who lives far away, so we kind of meet in the middle ever year/couple of years. Recently me and my younger sister have become, well, best friends. I know I consider her one of mine. I can't believe such a great friendship was there, right under my nose, but I was too stressed on other things to notice it, and kept pushing it away. So, we got up to some pretty crazy stuff. I might post some photos, but when it's of people I might not. I'll probably draw them, or draw over their faces. After a long drive on the motorway, which wasn't so bad thanks to metal and punkrock, we arrived at the Premier Inn. Let's try not to get into the Premier Inn/Travel Lodge debate - our family prefers Premier Inn because the one time was stayed in the Travel Lodge the room was terrible; there was a huge window right next to the shower which you could see straight through (no joke, my dad put a menu in the shower then went around the side and could order what he wanted for breakfast from the window) and we were on street level, a little elevated, so people's heads walked past your lower regions. So yeah, not to get into a debate, but we have our reasons. *cough*P.S. The Premier Inn advert doesn't have a teddy bear that sounds like it's going to kill you while you sleep*coughcough* One of the first things we do when we get in the room is notice an empty toiletry bag, so for some reason which I cannot recall (or there was none, I was just being me) I tried to put it on my head, but it was too small. Buuuut, my lovely sister managed to fit it on. Much enjoyment. Then I couldn't get it out of my head that it wasn't a shower cap, it was a toiletry bag, and I kept calling it a shower cap by accident. Harhar. If you know my sister, Lauren, check her Facebook. Her profile picture is her with the toiletry bag on her head. What next, what next... Well, another funny thing I remember was breakfast the next morning. Lauren accidently picked up two muffins, because we both got one, then she asked me to hold hers while she got a drink, then she forgot about it and picked up another one on the way back to the table. Our parents were on a seperate table, because they didn't have a table for six, so my dad and my mum sat with my aunt, and me and Lauren sat on a table for two next to it. So we had a spare muffin, no parents, and neither of us wanted to eat it. So, what did I do?

SPLAAAAAAHHHHHTTTT. I have a tendency to do strange things with food when under the influence of a younger audience who won't tell my parents what I do as long as they get a laugh out of it. Then we kind of panicked, because this splat muffin was a waste of food and shizz, and the waitor might tell us off, so we hid it behind the menu. Teehee.

AHHHH Blogger's trying my patience. I'll come back later when it's more mature. 'Til then, me lubbers.

Contrary to popular belief I'm not dead.

I guess I have nothing much to say, but I'm just reassuring you that I'm still alive.
For those who were concerned, thank you, and I am feeling much better now. I think there is a sobering darkness at the heart of my soul, but those I love seem to be distracting me very well.
Since it's pretty early in the morning for a holiday, I have to distract myself for a little while. So, let's have a chat about something. I was going to find something using a random word generator, but then I thought I'd talk about how I wished we were uncivilised cavemen again, but then I thought that would be depressing, so I'm going back to the first idea. But now I have a new idea.

Firstly, do you like reading about other people's dreams? I know I posted on once before, and I recently made a diary of my dreams, so I wondered whether you'd like me to share those or not. Some are too personal, insulting, etc. Never too embarrassing though. I don't think I get embarrassed. Except when I spell embarrassed wrong, like I probably just have. Nope, I'm good. I'm just embarrassed about my body, which I guess is a good thing, seeing as if we weren't there would be a lot more nudity. Which isn't a good thing, contrary to popular belief. So, if you would like to hear about some of my stuff you can comment or let me know through Facebook or something, if you've got me. If I get more people saying they do want dreams than saying they don't, I'll start posting them.

Two, would you like to follow my artwork? http://kattling.deviantart.com/ is one way to do it, but I wondered whether you'd like to see the W.I.Ps (work in progress). On deviantART there's only the finished product, but I thought, if I was working on something, I could upload a screenshot of how far I got at the end of every day. I guess it usually takes a few days if we go out or something, but only a couple if I'm home all day, and, being the holidays, I probably will be a lot. So I don't clog your inbox or anything I'd put them on the same post, just update it. So yeah, comment on that too.
And I was thinking about having a sketch account too, one purely for the sketches before I put them on the computer and paint over them. Some of them are quite cool, and have a very different look to the finished product, so... I'm going to go make that now. I'll post my new username when I'm done.
EDIT: Kattliing

Three... Let's think of a three... I don't know, but if you feel like saying some stuff that will give me some motivation for my art, go ahead. I don't have much at the moment.
Oh! I have a three! What would you like me to draw more of? Fan-art, original characters, animals, etc. If you comment you can go into detail too, if you like. For example: "Oh, some fan-art! I like Death Note, L in particular! You should draw some more of him!"
So yeah, tell me what you want.

Have this.

The human race ruins everything. But select few are brilliant. Said few mean everything to me and are the reason I'm here. And I hope to be more like them.

I thought I'd share some stuff. So:

Hey, look, it's Mateo Camargo.

We're in Cardiff.

And Dan Torelli. Looks like he's chewing his drumstick. Ha, cheesy joke, chicken drumstick.

And Nathan Leone. Here, have some water from my floating hand.

He's cut his hair.

Yeah, Nathan, scream into that mic.

We love you.

And that's how my Monday night went.

Want more? Here's a video. I might get told off by Blogspot for uploading swearing. I've never tested the rules before. If I do, enjoy this video while you still can.

They're just making us go crazy, not singing a song or anything here. That would take forever to upload.

More? Okay, random texts.

These don't even make sense if you know the whole conversation.

From Jorden:

"Kk thx nd WTF vibratin face".

From Lauren:

"LOL did u hav a nice time. DID U TOUCH NATHAN? iv just been sick lol".

From Siani:

"A lot like Manchestery roads then. My grandad was one of the angry women beeping their horns. Xx".

Yup. I will never tell you if I'm going to chuck your text up there. You send it to me - I own it. That's how I roll. I don't want people sending me loads of random shizz now to try and get up here. And no, you can't have my number.

Computer keeps playing up, so I'm off. Have fun.

Big brother Derek

First off, I would like to apologise for my previous post, and may go back and delete it later. I had a lot of emotions, and wasn't focussing on who actually loves me and makes everything worthwhile. I could mention a bunch of names, but I won't so I don't clog my up my blog. *cough*jorden,siani,george,lauren-ilyguys*cough*

Anywho, I was just messing with one of my little sister's friends who is vacationing in Turkey, I think. Why am I telling you this? Because I had fun doing it, okay?!
By the way, I cut my ankle this morning and it really hurt and bled everywhere. RANDOM NEWS FLASH.
And yeah, first I was speaking German to my sister's English friend over MSN. So she's like "what?" and "if you don't talk normally I'm going to dlet you". The reason 'dlet' is in italics is because that's what she said, and I don't know what it means. Anyone want to help me on that one? Fail typo. Anywho, then my sister (her name's Lauren) came back, so I went back to my own computer. She wasn't to upset that I'd been confusing her friend - I think she found it quite amusing.
So then, I can't remember how they got onto the subject, they start talking about my brother, Derek. I tried looking up the message history, but it was ghosted out, so I guess I'll never know. I also asked Lauren, but she couldn't remember either. I think we were just thinking of more ways to mess with her. You see, Derek is a figment of my imagination. He's my older brother. He's 19 and lives in an appartment in Plymouth with his friend, Damien. Derek's training for the navy, and Damien is still at college, pondering what to do. You see, in my spare time I think about these weird things, covering pretty much every aspect so if anyone ever asks about them I know the answer straight away, like a little sister would.
So Lauren's friend is saying that Lauren doesn't have a brother, so Lauren says that it's just my brother. Her friend asks if me and Lauren are only half sisters, as we would if Derek was only my brother, but I told her to say that Derek annoyed her when she was little, so she didn't count him as her brother. It was like a little family joke they had going on - Lauren said Derek wasn't her brother and Derek said that Lauren wasn't his sister. Lauren's friend bought that, I guess, but asked to see a picture of him over webcam. Lauren panicked, but I just told her to say that the pictures were in the loft, and since Derek was in Plymouth we couldn't get a new one. Fair enough excuse, right? So, to compensate, I drew a picture of him, because I like drawing, and drawing is fun and I always wanted to draw Derek. He had no hands because I couldn't be assed to draw them.
ANOTHER RANDOM NEWS FLASH. Nothing is cuter than a dwarf hamster eating a raisin.
I didn't expect Lauren's friend to buy it as a photo for a second, but, you know, if I could draw him and knew what he looked like then maybe it would be more plausible.
So Lauren shows her friend over webcam, and says "Katie drew a picture of him". And her friend is like "but it's a cartoon". So Lauren's like "that's 'cause Katie draws cartoon - he's a not a cartoon in real life!". And her friend believed her.
Then, just to make it a little more believable, I went on MSN and changed my name to Derek, and my status-message-thingy to "missing my family back in Devon. :(". Seemed plausible. Then I sent a message to Lauren and had a conversation with her as Derek, which Lauren then screenshot'd and sent to her friend. It worked well. The conversation was quite funny. It was mainly about how Derek and Damien had both got colds when they went out in the rain to get milk because the old milk went moldy, and there was another bit somewhere about Derek's border collie, Ollie, getting an e-mail address. Then Lauren added me to the conversation with her friend, so she could talk to Derek, but she went to get food or something, and during the time she was away MSN crashed and we had to evacuate the convo.

Pretty mean, eh? I mean, I see that now, but it was fun at the time. Besides, what harm could possibly come from your friend having an older brother that you didn't know about? Especially one that doesn't live with the rest of the family, so you'd probably never get to meet him.
But it got me thinking. Why do I like the think I have an older brother? I guess it's because I want one. Everyone will disagree with me now, and say that an older brother is the last thing I want, but I think it would be quite cool, being the tomboy-ish thing I am. Tomboy-ish, well, more of a tomboy than tomboy-ish. I'm into video games, heavy music and wearing black, which makes me a lot of guy friends. So yeah, big brother Derek would be great.
If Derek was real, due to circumstances that happened after the conversation with Lauren's friend, I'd tell him to change his name to LOLderek on MSN.
Well, g'night.

Weird dream...

Do you enjoy reading about other people's wierd dreams? I do, so here's one I just had.

I made a map to make it easier for readers to follow. I suppose you wouldn't know what the house looked like, so it would be a lot easier if you did. Yes, it's a complicated map.

For some unknown reason me and two of my friends, Jorden and Damien, were employed to break into Eminem's house and steal a giant diamond he had.
Strangely enough, although I thought nothing of it at the time, he lived in a quiet street just outside the suburbs in a small one storey house with a basement. There were thick bushes on either side of this house, and around the back too, so no-one would notice what we were doing.
Marshal himself had left a short while ago, so we crept up to the door, unlocked it and stepped inside. From their we walked around this piece of wall that jutted out and down the corridor, peering into the two rooms on either side as we walked past, but not giving it a proper investigation. This diamond was huge, so there was a very high chance we'd miss it. It was about the size of a football, and ironically, diamond in shape.

We stopped in the kitchen at the end of the corridor for a while - I think Damien wanted to look around more. Deciding we didn't have much time, Jorden and I left him in the kitchen and proceeded down the stairs into the basement.

The map of the basement is on the right. -->

On the way down the stairs me and Jorden noticed the boxes at the side of the stairs, which were filled with dressing up clothes, toys and other things of the sort. Jorden pulled out a pirate hat, exclaiming "I'm the captain!" and chasing me down the stairs with a plastic cutlass. (Yeah, we kind of goofed off the job here...) He threw the hat off, which I then picked up and put on top of the hat I was already wearing (Shanks, baby!), and exclaimed "I'm the captain now!". Then Jorden chased me into the second kitchen - maybe Eminem gets veeerrry hungry, I don't know, ask him - where I took off the pirate hat and gave it back to Jorden, and in return he promised not to crush Shanks.

There was a small room on the right leading off the kitchen, which Jorden checked and said there was nothing of interest.

At this point it appeared that Eminem had kidnapped Harry Potter instead, and we had to free him. You know how your motives in dreams sometimes change.

There was a tiny door on the left, about 20x20 cms, which I thought I might be able to fit through, but when we opened it there was just a brick wall behind it.

Then we heard Eminem's voice at the bottom of the stairs, talking to his daughters, who in the dream were called Lily and Susie. I don't know why my brain named them that, it just did!

So me and Jorden (Damien had disappeared by this point, like people do in dreams) climbed out the small window in the kitchen. It was one of those small windows that only just peaks up above the ground - you know, the ones you get in basements.

At the back of the house was a garden, with an angel statue in the middle, like the one on the LG Optimus advert. We ran around to our left, down a small path and back out to the front of the house, fearing that Marshal would enter the kitchen and be able to see us through the window.

But, as we neared the front of the house, we noticed more people - two more stealy-diamonds-for-the-big-company-who-told-them-to people, like me and Jorden. There was a woman, who was on Wife Swap once, and the other was a man in a suit, the one from the Magnum advert.

We ran back around to the garden, not wanting to be seen by these new people who were on the same case as we were, but working for a different company. As we ran back around though, there were two women, working for the same company as the people at the front of the house. We ducked behind the building, but they'd spotted us, so we ran back to the path and hid in a ditch next to some bushes. The women found us, and made us blurt out some of the things we knew about the diamond (back to the diamond at this point), but Jorden got comfortable in a conversation and told them exactly where it had to be - in the one room we didn't check in the basement, the big one with the hexagonal front. I started running towards the back of the house so we could re-enter and snag the diamond for ourselves before they did - it didn't really matter if Marshal caught us, we just couldn't let the other company get it. I was practically screaming at Jorden to shut up and to come help me get the diamond, but he kept talking and only followed once he'd said everything.

The two women, who were now two of my friends - Becki and Molly - followed us, obviously wanting to get the diamond before we did.

But there was a giant sort-of fair thing, with lots of rides and stalls. Eminem's probably rich, he might have a fair permanantly in his back garden! So we had to work our way through that first. It was all sort of walled in, so you had to go through one stage before you could get to the next, so you couldn't just run around it all to the house.

The first stage was just some stalls, so we dodged those and carried on. Next there was a Waltzers, which changed direction, so we started running one way to make it faster, but then ended up going to slow way because it changed half-way. Next there was a swimming pool, and me and Jorden just ran over the water because we're magic, whereas Becki and Molly had to run around the outside. Next was a very busy dodgem thing, where the floor rotated quickly, and there was a mish-mosh of assorted vehicles which you didn't really drive, you just sat on them as they span and hurtled out of control. We tried running straight through the middle, but near the other side we got caught on a wierd circular thing with a gianthandle. We got caught on the giant handle - as it was spinning it grabbed us and threw us on for a ride. Becki and Molly were biding their time by riding across on a little donut-thing. Me and Jorden escaped from the little vehicle, but as we did so Molly pulled out a small box of beads, which, on the rotating floor, we tripped and stumbled over. We grabbed onto a rail near the exit while we waited for the beads to go by - whoever was through that door first was sure to get the diamond first.

Buuut I woke up. I know, FAIL. I like to think we got the diamond, but I probably woke up because I was scared Becki and Molly would get it.

Ha, anyways, 'til next time.

Ah... looks like I'm emo again.

I rejoined deviantART recently, since I've been stuck on the sofa and have nothing to do other than art, really. I didn't full on rejoin, just logged back in after, like, a couple of months.
Aside from updating with the art that I'd done in the time I was away, I tidied up my gallery a little. There was some really embarassing stuff in there. I can't believe I was so lazy. But I'm desperately trying to improve now. Moonlit has worn out it's welcome after 90 favourites, which I'm extremely grateful for, but I need to keep going. Moonlit's been the only thing that's really stood out amoungst my stuff. It's hard though. I want to get better, but there's only a certain amount I can do for the time being. I won't be able to learn properly until I go to college. There are some brilliant self-taught artists out there, but I'm just a rookie. I'm a big fish in a small pond at my school, but I'm tiny compared to all those out there in the ocean. I want to be great.
I often feel this feeling of imperfection, the feeling to change for the better but not knowing how to go about it. It's usually my personality that feels imperfect. I often get stuck with people who don't realise how deep their words go, how hurtful they are. "The sinners sin, but aren't aware". It's true. I have low self esteem due to them, and that just makes me more vunerable to what they say. I hate who I am, (thanks a lot, haters. You've made me hate myself...) but I might just be able to make it if I keep trying. My personality is apparently something that no-one would ever want, so maybe I can please them with my art and other things. Okay, I only have art. I think I care about people too, but only if they care about me. Once they upset me I couldn't care less what I do to them, I guess... No, that's not right. That's just the words that they put in my head. I care about people who care for me and if they make a mistake I forgive them and hold on desperately because I've got no-one else. The only time I couldn't care less about people is when they make me feel like they couldn't care less about me. Even if they do care about me, if they make me feel good-for-nothing then I don't have to put up with them! I'm a free person and I'm not going to stand for people who make me feel worthless!
Ah, I'm sorry... I've got a lot of wounds from a recent battle that haven't healed yet. I don't think they ever will, because they hurt me a lot more than the perpertrator realises.
So, I'm sorry if I ruined your mood. I love you all, and if you go away with one thing after reading this, let it be this: never ever forget that someone will always love you.

Did I tell you I'm an artist?

Not so much a post, it's just that I wanted to show you this.
I've been home sick again, so I dug out my art shizz.
Art copyright to moi.
Anyways...:

Give me love on deviantART if you like: http://kattling.deviantart.com/
Direct link to this piece: http://kattling.deviantart.com/art/fall-away-172027862
I haven't done art in a long time. I'd had it a little rough and had no inspiration, no self esteem and no motive. Getting better now though.
Love is loved!

"Recovery"

I thought I was a lot better since the Friday night, but I guess I set it off again working at school.
For those of you who do not already know, I'm sick at the moment, and came home absolutely dead last Friday.
Today I'd been feeling fine, albeit a little tired, but that's pretty normal for me recently. I had a lot of sleepless nights for reasons I shall not go into, and I was still catching up with those. Anyways, I was fine until it got to lunch time. I went with my friend, Siani, to our school cafeteria and whilst chatting to her I couldn't get how ill I felt off my mind, despite my best efforts to concentrate on what she was saying. I first noticed that I wasn't feeling quite right when I got my lunch out, then realised I didn't want to eat any of it, and had a stomach ache from then on. I kept shifting aorund in my seat, trying to get comfortable. Then I started to get that little pinch at the bottom of your mouth that you feel when you're about to be sick. I ignored it a couple of times, then one of my other friends, Jorden, came along and sat next to me, so I sat there for a while longer, talking to him and trying to take my mind off it. But after a while it got too much, and they very kindly came with me to the school nurse.
Then I went home and watched Japanese movies, because Japanese movies are the awesomeness. One wouldn't go full screen, which was annoying, and one was out of sync, which was annoying, but they're like my favourite movies EVAR. What movies? Howl's Moving Castle and Princess Mononoke. Love those movies.
For those concerned (and some of you I can quite honestly imagine smiling smugly in front of the computer at my misfortune) I think I am getting better, it's just that staying asleep on the sofa all day and going to school is a big step, one that I was apparently not quite ready to take. I might come in to school tomorrow, because we'll probably just be watching films all day and it's only half a day anyway, but I'll see how I feel in the morning.
Love you all and goodnight.

Sick + Green Man Day

I always wanted a blog, but lawd, the urge to use emoticons is amazingly strong.

Anywho, on to what I wanted to talk about.
I've been sick recently, apparently from walking home in the rain without an umbrella, but I don't see how that's true since it didn't rain when I was walking home and I've got a lift everywhere when it has been raining. I like the rain, especially walking in it, but I haven't walked in the rain for ages so that's not where my illness comes from! Don't blame the rain!
I think it's like EXTREME COLD, 'cos I'm all sniffley and stuff.
On Friday, it must've been, I felt ill all day, but I blamed that on three packets of Haribo and energy drink. By the way, energy drink is AMAZING. You can talk reeeaaally fast without screwing up your words! AH! So I moped around all day, slumping over the desks and not doing any work (thank godness it's nearly the end of the year so we're mainly watching videos!). I didn't think much of it - I just thought that if I laid on the sofa for a while I might feel better. What a fail that idea was. As soon as I sat on the sofa I had a headache, my nose was running for it's life, as if from some giant monster, I felt like I was going to throw up every couple of minutes, and I seriously didn't had the energy to lift up the TV remote, and even typing on Facebook and telling my friends that I was ill was tiring after a while - I had to stop for a breather.
Then I drifted off for a while, and as soon as I woke up I had to run up the stairs because I thought I was going to be sick. I only wretched a few times, and when I stood up straight again and looked in the mirror I was yellow/white, no joke. If you've ever seen our bathroom tiles, I was that colour only a stronger yellow. I looked like a Simpson - an ill, ill Simpson.
Later that afternoon I fell alseep on the sofa next to my mum, who has a tendency to fall asleep on the sofa and often does by choice rather than sleeping next to my dad because he snores. Anywho, she had a thick duvet over her, was mushing my feet under her, which are the most temperature-sensitive parts of my body, and we'd both been like that for about, I don't know, must've been a few hours. So when I woke up at 10:52 that night I was hot and sweaty and feverish. I went upstairs, deciding that my bed would be a lot more comfortable, and whilst cleaning my teeth I looked in the mirror again. My skin was a little better, but I had very, very bloodshot eyes. Never seen bloodshot eyes like that before.

Anyways, I fought it all off yesterday so I could go out with my friend, Siani, otherwise known as Little Teapot, to go to Green Man Day, a wierd day where no-one's really sure what they're celebrating, but by the sounds of the name they should be wearing green so that's what they do. Only the wierdos though. I wore a green t-shirt, but that was by accident, because I love my green t-shirt. It's so cuddly.
First thing we saw was the teacups, something that Siani liked to ride every year, so we went on that. As we span and roatated at the same time there were all these mums smiling at their tiny kids on the ride, who looked as grumpy as hell and looked like they wanted to get off immediately and run away. Us, however, two teenagers riding in the same tiny cup, were screaming our heads off with joy and excitement. Most fun ride EVER. NEVER underestimate the power of teacups. Next time you see them, no matter how old you are or how stupid you think you might look, go on them with a friend, because you will have the time of your lives.
I just took a sip of orange juice, tasted nothing, then a few seconds later all the flavour came along. My tastebuds are fail at the moment.
Back to Green Man, we walked up through the street and saw some stuff. THERE WAS A COW! And Siani hugged it so much, but I only hugged it once because I was preoccupied with laughing at Siani hugging it. Then we walked past this stall, and this creepy paedo guy comes up to us and is like "I'll sell you this bag for a fiver, when it's normally 20 quid", and I'm like "GET OUT OF MY SHOPPING!" and Siani's like "OKAY". So Siani bought the bag, and then we were looking at the other ubercool stuff they had. There was a really nice black dress with buckles on it, but it was like £50 and I don't have that kind of money, especially since I'm supposed to be saving for merchandise for when I go to a gig in Cardiff in a couple of weeks. Beisdes, I can probably find cheaper on Ebay. There were these really cool finger things, made of metal, that kind of turned your finger into an elongated metal pointy one. They were AWESOME, and I tried to haggle, but he only took it from £6 to £5, so I wasn't sure whether I wanted it, so I lied and said I didn't have that much.
We then decided we were thirsty, so we headed to the garage across the road, but we saw this guy on a bike along the way, and we stopped to look at his sign because it said something like "BOB + BOB JOB", and the next thing we know he's inviting us into the little box on the back of his bike to hear the naughtiest noises in the universe. So Siani got in, but I'm a little claustrophobic so I stayed outside to make sure he didn't ride off with her, and it farted in her face for a couple of minutes, then we left because he was scary. Ha.
We got to the garage, where Siani bought some sparkling water, but found it flavourless, so we decided to try and blow it up with Mentos instead, but only found soft mints, so we went to the park across the road and put them in. ALL of them. But nothing happened. Someone had left some deflated balloons where we were sat, so we took the ribbons and tied it around the neck of the bottle, and dragged it back up the street. We named it Pepsi and showed it to everyone and every thing. We showed it to, amoung other things, the cow, a cat, a magician who's crotch I accidently filmed for five minutes because I didn't realise my phone was recording, a giant green man on stilts who blessed us, including Pepsi, but then said Pepsi was evil so I kept telling Siani that we should push him over, and I think that was about it on the noticable scale. Oh, and a silver man who was meant to be a robot or something. He failed because we saw him carrying the stool he'd been stood on back down the street later that afternoon.
This is a long post, so I'll make the last bit quick.
After that we laughed at many things, sold Pepsi to a bunch of kids who gave us 41p, a green gumdrop and a packet of Love Hearts (Love'ums!), who then drank some of Pepsi's internal fluid and left him/her decapitated on the ground, and bought two of the wierd finger things and tried killing people with them because we thought we could. We've got a lot of work to do when we get back to school if we can kill people with them, hee hee...

Thanks for reading.