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.