A Tragic Death

Guys, I'm sorry I abandoned you for so long. I was invaded by dinosaurs and Snupin shippers.

I find Snupin pretty cute, actually.

Fuck, somebody just laughed outside and it actually sounded like Bellatrix Lestrange is out there. Turning off all the lights and pretending I'm not in at the moment, in case she comes and tries to kill me.

There she goes again. It's probably one of the kids that keep hanging round our street right now. They brought back my dog the other day and asked if we knew he'd gone outside.

Of course we knew he'd gone outside. The door was open. It doesn't take a genius to work out, does it? Door open = dog wanders outside. Duh.

We only have a concrete floor right now. It makes our house look like an art gallery.

Snupin is adorable. Just reading the Ask Snupin tumblr. Asdfghjkl cuteness *dies*

*is dead*

*still dead*

*tragically remains dead*

*dead*

Salem Witch Trials

I basically skipped school today since some bloody sports championship was on and I has better ways to spend my life, thanks all the same. Like dividing my team between reading/watching Harry Potter, and writing.

I'm not going to divulge the plot of my project at the moment, but it should (hopefully) be novel length (IE over 40,000 words.) at the moment I'm about quarter of the way there length wise, which is fairly good going.

So, as part of my story I was doing some research into the Salem Witch Trials. (Don't ask me why, I can't tell you.)

In particular, there was one woman who was amongst the first three to be convicted that caught my attention. Her name was Sarah, and she was sort of a tramp. She was in her thirties, married with a four year old daughter and another on the way, when she was accused of practising Witchcraft.

Lots of fascinating stuff happened, which I won't go into (you'll just have to read my story when it's done, won't you?) But this is the main point I want to focus on:

She was heavily pregnant when she was accused and taken to a cell where she was tortured using Waterboarding, amongst other methods.

(If you don't already know, Waterboarding is a form of torture where the victim is strapped to a board, held down with ropes, etc. water is them poured over their head, producing the effect of drowning them on dry land. This can result in choking, the lungs filling with water, severe psychological trauma and even victims simply having a heart attack out of fear. It doesn't sound so bad when you first hear about it- having water poured over your head- but some victims have been so traumatised they've been unale to take a shower or go out when it rains. I can sort of guess at what an Eco of it might feel like. Learning to roll in my kayak, I somehow managed to lose the handle for the spray deck one time and was stuck under water. It was horrible.)

Yes, so, anyway, Sarah. She was taken to a cell where she was bound and tortured- her four year old daughter was forced to testify against her in court. She gave birth in that same cell, and do you know what she named her daughter?

Mercy.

That struck me as inescapably sad. Especially as Mercy died soon after birth.

This all fits almost eerily well with the plot of my book(?). It almost freaked me out, how many little details slotted into place.

So, yes. If you want to learn more, then you're going to have to wait until it's finished. :3

And the buy it. :D

Mischief Managed.

Nox.

Nightmares and Mozzarella

I had a dream that one of my friends turned evil and set a snake charmer on me. I then attempted to escape by balancing on top of an oar and paddling with my hands; predictably, that didn't work too well.

I seem to be having a lot of nightmares lately.

For instance, the night before last I had a dream about this book I used to have when I was younger. The front cover was a drawing of a field, and in the trees at the edge of it, you could see something that looked like the outline of a hanged man.

I dreamt that I was in English and we were talking about doing a project on it, and somehow I was trapped in the front cover of the book. And this person was saying that the only way to get out was to talk to the hanged man, and if he liked you then he'd let you go... And if not....

Think I could write a spooky story along those lines. *Makes mental note.* What D'you think? Would you read it?

Short entry for now because I need to go eat dinner.

OH, AND I GOT MY FULL FRINGE BACK. What a relief. I'd been growing it out, but I really missed it. It was like a piece of my soul had been taken from me.

Fringe horcrux.

Okay. I'm really hungry, and it's mozzarella pasta.


Mmmm. Mozzarella.

Nox.

Hounds and Jackals

Yup, I've been really behind on artwork lately, on account of the fact I've been working on a short story called La Loba. It's now been sent off to a fantasy magazine in America, and I should find out whether they'll publish it or not in a month or so. Wish me luck :)

Anyway, I've been slowly plucking up the courage to pick up a pencil again. The result is two pictures I'm not too ashamed to put online.

Okay, first off:

Yup, more Game Of Thrones fanart. *yaaayyyy* Don't worry, I'm not gonna go fan girl on you. If you haven't read the series, just accept that this picture makes sense, ok? OK. Good. I'm glad that's sorted.

Next:

I actually just drew this today. That means I will probably look at it tomorrow and think 'Woah, that's crap,' but by then IT WILL ALREADY BE ONLINE AND THERE WILL BE NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT IT.

Inspired by the Villagers song 'Becoming A Jackal.' If you haven't already listened to it, you should look it up on YouTube. That whole album seriously rocks.

And when I grew older
And when I grew bolder
Out onto the streets I flew
Released from your shackles
I danced with the jackals
And learned a new way to move...

Llamas

Somebody gave me this topic to write about. But, you know. Llamas.

Apparently some people keep them as guard animals. Wouldn't that be a shock for a burglar?
"Oh, I'll just take this tv here.. Oh look, an iPad, and... What's that, galloping towards me through the mist? It seems... Fluffy... OH GOD! OH GOD! I'D RUN, BUT I DON'T HAVE LEGS ANY MORE! THE LLAMA ATE THEM! ATE THEM WITH HIS FEARSOME JAWS!"

Ahem. Sorry about that.

I like llamas. I'd quite like one. Wait, can you ride a llama like a horse? I don't know. I hope so. I could ride my llama to school every morning, and leave him in the bike shed during the day. No, wait, I wouldn't. I'd take him inside with me, and whenever anybody asked about him I'd just look at them strangely and say 'llama? What llama?'

So, with that, I shall impart some wisdom.

Here is a secret rite from the beginning of time. Come closer so I can whisper it to you. Closer. No, seriously, closer than that.

Okay, back off a bit, you're in my personal space. Stop it. You smell weird.

Right, there we go. What I'm going to tell you is this- inside every person, there is an inner llama.

You see that businessman walking around, with a shirt and tie? His inner llama is pinstriped with a long neck.

See that girl with headphones and a hoodie? Her llama has black, green and purple fur. And ear plugs.

From now on, whenever you meet somebody, you won't just see the outside. Imagine what their inner llama looks like.

What does YOUR inner llama look like?

Whenever you're nasty (to other people or yourself) your inner llama cries a single tear. A tear, which dissolves his/her fur like acid. Acid that smells of jelly beans.

Hear that? You need to be kind to other people and yourself, or your inner llama will be completely bald and trapped in the stench of jelly beans.

You don't want that.

Do you?

Right, now go away. You're still in my personal space.

And you smell of jelly beans and llamas.

30 Things I Think Of When It Rains

1) Shit, is the cover down on the rabbit hutch?
2) Can I be bothered running out in bare feet to said rabbit hutch?
3) Why are my legs annoyingly uncomfortable?
4) Oh yes, it's because there's a dog on top of them.
5) I hope all the tramps that hang out in Ayr are okay. Wow, I'm glad I'm not a tramp.
6) If I was a tramp, would I be allowed three dogs like that bloke that chills outside the train station with a guitar and a rag rug?
7) Maybe being a tramp wouldn't be so bad.
8) If I was a tramp, would I be able to pull off making my dog wear a bandana?
9) I wish I was a tramp.
10) I wonder what bacon tastes like.
12) it doesn't smell great. Maybe it's better not to know.
13) At least the dog keeps my feet warm.
14) But for a middle aged Springer Spaniel, he sure is heavy,
15) If I was a tramp, would my dog be this heavy?
16) I should probably do some homework.
17) I hate homework.
18) I hate school.
19) Why do I go to school?
20) More importantly, why isn't it Hogwarts?
21) Maybe Errol still has my letter. Silly owl.
22) I want to watch another episode of the League Of Gentleman.
23) Do I really, though?
24) Watching another episode will mean I will know what Mycroft would look like as a woman.
25) Do I really want or need that knowledge in the back of my mind?
26) Probably not.
27) Why did humans have to kill off dodos?
28) If they had survived, could I have kept one as a pet?
29) Could I have kept one if I was a tramp?
30) I wish I was a dodo.

A Detailed Documention Of My Dream Last Night

I have awesome dreams.

Like, I had this dream the other day that I was in Hogwarts during the Death Eaters rule. You know, when during the Deathly Hallows when Snape was in power? Yeah. I was a Hufflepuff student during that year.

I beleive I got caught sneaking down to realise some first years, and when the Callows saw me I climbed up some pillars and ran across some roofs. I was doing really well. I am definitely more co ordinated in my dreams than I am in real life.

Anyway, they were unimpressed and shot a Stunning spell at me, and I fell and broke my knee. I seem to remember they were most unsympathetic. They put me in a bamboo cage and hung aforementioned cage from the castles top floor. And then they kept poking me with a stick and telling me to sing.


So I was like, singing Mumford & Sons. For hours. Into the middle of the night. And my knee was really painful, and the wind kept making the cage swing back and forwards.

Suddenly, I felt like I was being watched, and when I looked up Snape was standing looking at me.

I know he was a double agent and didn't enjoy seeing students being hurt, but it also occurred to me that helping me might blow his cover and he probably wouldn't risk it. So we just kind of stared at each other for a bit and then I went back to singing (by this time, I was on 'I Gave You All' which is possibly one of the saddest songs ever).

And then the cage started moving. This jolted my knee rather painfully and I kind of yelped and looked around for the source of said jolting.


And guess what it was?

Snape was pulling in the cage. Like, dragging the rope over the battlements and reeling in the cage. He kind of grimaced apologetically for the jolting.

I admit I may have given him a thumbs up at this point.

Anyway, he pulled the cage over and it broke and I was just sitting there. And he said something along the lines of, "I think you should run now."

And I was like. "I can't."
And he said, "And why is that?"
And I said, "Um. My knees broken."
And he said. "Oh."

And then I woke up because my dog Tock had got into my room and was sitting on my chest staring into my face. He's a fairly heavy dog, and because of this I had some trouble breathing.

Anyway, I just thought I should share that with you.

Nox.

Why Hufflepuffs Rock

It has come to my attention that a lot of people look down on Hufflepuffs. Naming no names. I've met Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and, yes, Slytherins, who have went 'What, you're a Hufflepuff?! Seriously?' and disconnected.

(Yes, I have discovered the wonders of Omegle. It's an illness. Don't judge me.)

So, I thought I'd compile a short list of reasons why Hufflepuff is awesome.

A lot of people think that us Hufflepuffs are a bunch of wimps. Not true- our symbol, the badger, has been well chosen. Sure, we might be peaceful most of the time, but we are also deeply loyal. Threaten our families or friends? Hey badger don't care about your excuses. He'll just tear your face clean off anyway. Heehee :P

Look at the three best known Hufflepuffs.

Cedric Diggory- after winning a Quidditch match to see Harry had fallen off his broom, he tried to call it off and organise a rematch. Isn't that lovely? He had won, but he wanted to be fair. He showed that again in the third task of the Triwizard Tournament. He was willing to walk away from eternal glory (not to mention a thousand Galleons) and let Harry win because he'd saved him. How many people could honestly say they'd do that?

Nymphadora Tonks- well. She married, gave birth, and went to fight and die, all in a year. She could probably have got away with staying at home with Teddy Lupin, but she didn't. She went and fought against Voldemort, to try and secure a better world for her son. That takes a special kind of bravery.

And, finally, JK Rowling. Yes, our Queen is a self confessed Hufflepuff. And proud. So she should be.

Also, not only are Hufflepuffs brave, loyal, and friendly- they're also really cute. That Honey badger that could tear your face of snuffles about and looks so sweet.... And our house colours are black and yellow, right? BUMBLEBEES.

Our common room also looks like a Hobbit hole, and is the only one with a repellant for intruders fitted in- if somebody fails to give the right password, they get a bucket of vinegar emptied over their head. Oh yeah.

So, in summary-

Hufflepuffs are the Hobbits of Hogwarts.

Not to mention- we're all Potterheads, people. Each of the houses is great in its own way. Why should we fight, when the real enemy is CLEARLY Twilight?

Though we may be of different houses, our hearts beat as one. Now, forever, Always.

Now, let's go and fucking kill Edward Cullen. Sparkly bastard.

Love, Compassion, and a Golden Snitch

Well, lately I've sort of felt impatient with people. I'd suffered from a kind of depression over the last few months. The reasons of multiple- people are incredibly cruel, I felt trapped in my life, bad things happen, grief over lost relatives, etc...

But then I kind of gave myself a shake. I mean, come on. One in seven of all people on earth suffer from famine. All around on earth, there are people and animals who suffer and die every day, who are born into abusive families or who have no family.

And I'm sitting here moaning about things like people making mean comments? Come on.

I, and my friends and family, have all been incredibly lucky. Sure, some of us have family issues, or people are mean to them, but we have each other. And we're alive, and healthy.

That's why these days I kind of get annoyed when people moan these days, or get upset over little things. Because, well, when we have so much to be thankful for, why should we focus on the little things that go wrong?

I mean, if I told a lot of people my religion I'd be seen as either an idiot or a servant of Satan. A lot of people say that I'm a weirdo, say stuff about me behind my back, or even insult me to my face.

And do you know what? I couldn't care less. Why should I? Why should I let the fact that some people choose to be mean to me upset me? It's their loss, their problem. I think I'm a lot happier than them for it anyway. I have so much to be thankful and happy for in life, compared to so many, and I know that.


So, yeah. Inspirational stuff over. I just wanted to get that off my chest.

In other news, friend stuff seems to have gone to the crows. One of my friends is now cordially disliked by another two, one of whom talks about this regularly. This always makes me feel like a traitor.

Love, compassion, empathy. ACCEPTANCE. WE ARE ALL DOFFERENT. THAT IS A GOOD THING.

I need a break from all this stuff. Sheesh.

On a lighter note, one of my relatives has bought me a golden snitch that opens up to be a watch inside. It's a necklace and it rocks.

Nox.

Maths Exams & Sherlock Hoodies

Recently had to do a maths exam. It was hell condensed into a period of fifty brutal minutes. You know that horrible fluttery panicky feeling you get when you realise you don't know what the hell you're doing?

Yeah.

That said, I was quite pleased with my mark. Should hopefully get me into a decent class for next year. I swear, in school they never live in the present. It's all about getting into a top class next year, and once you get into a good class it's about sustaining yourself so you're in a BETTER class next year. Blah.

Which is of course the recipe for misery.

I've recently been told that I'm a happy person. Ironically, this makes me happy.

But do you know what makes me REALLY happy?

My 'I Believe In Sherlock Holmes' hoodie arrived today. It is so beautiful it makes me want to cry. I nearly did cry when I unwrapped it. Now I can show my belief in Sherlock all the time.

Words cannot describe how that makes me feel.

The apprentice is on tonight. As usual, rooting for Ed Sheeran's Hufflepuff lookalike.

Life Is Good.

Report Upon Birthday Party Hippogriffs

Well, my birthday party went well. Nobody died, argued, or had a mental breakdown, that I am aware of. Plus, we watched Harry Potter and The Prisoner Of Azkaban, and since its my birthday everybody had to listen to my ramblings and pretend to be interested.

I also now have a large amount of leftover crisps and chocolate. I should really exercise, but I can't be bothered. You will all have to accept that I will be taken from you at an early age due to the fatty degeneration of my heart.

That said, these chocolates are so tasty.

LOOK WHAT MY FRIENDS BROUGHT ME!

Its chocolate, but it's so sweet I can't bring myself to eat it.... And, my Ravenclaw friend made good on her promise and bought me a dragon! A dragon in Slytherpuff colours, green and yellow! And an Ed Sheeran CD I didn't even know existed. But which is freaking awesome.

So, yes. Thank you, my dear beloved Hippogriffs. I also spent rather a long time repeating 'I FUDGING LOVE YOU' over and over.

MMMM. FUDGE.

Here, have a picture.

I'm on the left, by the way. The one that looks manic rather than clinically depressed. Is that better? I think it's better. Maybe.

All in all, my birthday has served to remind me how much I love my friends. They are wonderful people who took the time to pick out charms for bracelets, write my name in black and yellow Hufflepuff colours, buy me chocolate with my name on it, and fill one side of a card with Potter/Hunger Games quotes.


Don't worry, I'm not gonna get soppy again. I've got a mustache.

Mischief Managed.

Nox.

Birthdays, Bracelets, and Very Good Friends

So, you may be aware today is my birthday. Only problem is most of my presents haven't arrived, but I don't mind. I'm Zen, you know? Not that bothered about material goods.

That said, my Sirius Black t shirt is freaking awesome. So is my 'I Solemnly Swear I Am Up To No Good' bracelet. My parents got me a surprise camera, which is supermegafoxyawesomehot.

I have also realised that all of my friends are brilliant. They've been posting on my wall, making me cyber birthday cards, and are all coming round later for one helluva party.

By the way, I also count all of the people on my Sherlock page as being friends. Friends who I have never met, but friends nonetheless. We should totally all meet up sometime. From now on, whenever I go somewhere on holiday I'll say where I'm going, and if anybody lives near there we should meet up.

So- to both cyber and reality friends, I salute you. You are beautiful, gorgeous, wonderful hippogriffs, and sometimes I wonder why you bother with me. I am not nearly as good a friend to you as you are to me, but I will endeavour to be in the future. K?

I love you all. I even forgive my Ravenclawkward friend for the 242 dream beetles.

Forgiven, but not forgotten. I could never forget those beetles. *shudders*

So, on that note, I thank and salute: Cassie Ireland, Zoe Young, Emma Calder, Jodie Johnston, Sarah Middleton, Hannah Walker, Kirstin Oakley, Ewan Smith, and everybody on my Facebook page. I would mention all of your names, but there are over 400 of you, so it might take a while. Suffice to say, you are all brilliant people who have restored my faith in humanity time and time again.

Thank you so much for putting up with me. I love you all. If I ever get a book published, you will all be in the acknowledgements.

Mischief Managed.

Nox.

Inner Wisdom & Being Queen Of The Nerds

I have, officially, embraced my inner nerdiness.

The evidence for this could be found in my MIDI class, where the lesson involved watching the trailer for the Return Of The King. This made me very happy indeed.

Through most of my first year I spent my time trying not to look like a weirdo in front of popular kids. Now I have accepted that I am a nerd. A Hufflepuff, hyperactive, frizzy haired nerd. And if you don't like it, then.

That was me doing a rude hand gesture. You can't really see it in writing. Imagine. Use your imagination.

You follow my blog, this is what you get. See? I'm encouraging you to express your emotions via creative visualisation. You don't get that in every badly written Internet blog. This blog isn't just about me realising I am Queen Of The Geeks. I'm also caring for the developement of your creative self.

Breathe deeply. Light some candles. Think about peace, love, Harry Potter, and hobbits. Those are the ingredients for a a happy life.

Oh yes, and it's my birthday the day after tomorrow. I'm hoping for a llama.

If I wasn't a vegetarian I'd really like to try sushi.

EEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHH MACARENA!

Hufflepuff, Dream Beetles and Ed Sheeran Lookalikes

It's come to my attention that you hardly ever meet somebody who is a Hufflepuff. A lot of people are mean to Hufflepuffs, but that cool because one day they'll all be savaged by honey badgers.

Anyway, Hufflepuff rocks. I can't be the only one who's noticed that the common room looks EXACTLY like a hobbit hole, can I? Or that Hufflepuffs must all look like Bumblebees since their colours are yellow and black? Say what you like about us Huffles, but I think everything about our house is incredibly cute.

My Potter obsession has developed to a level I am now DREAMING in Potterhead.

I had a horrible dream that me and two of my friends (they're a Slytherin and a Ravenclaw) were just sitting in Potions class chatting, because that's how we roll. I'd just said something particularly private and embarrassing to my Slytherin friend, when she suddenly got this horrible look of terror in her eyes; I turned round and Professor Snape was standing there staring at me.

And then my Ravenclaw buddy spilt potion all over herself and started burning and seemed to develop three extra ears that suddenly grew from the middle of her forehead and then Snape did his Hermione act where he looked at her and said "I see no difference."

I then went crazy and started yelling at Snape and you would not believe how many House Points I lost. I also got a detention. This later turned out to be pulling the legs and eyes off dead beetles. Snape seemed to find my complaints about this rather amusing.

I also happen to know that aforementioned Ravenclaw friend sometimes reads this blog.

So, Mrs 'Oops-I've-Spilt-Potion-Over-Myself-Clumsy-Me', I HOPE YOU'RE BLOODY HAPPY. I TOOK A BULLET FROM SNAPE FOR YOU. YOU OWE ME TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY THREE EFFING BEETLES THAT I HAD TO DISSECT. Dream beetles, but they were still horrible and oily and they had too many legs and if I tore the carapace on any of them I had to START ALL OVER AGAIN.

That is true friendship. You owe me big time.

In other news, there's a guy on the Apprentice who looks like Ed Sheeran's Hufflepuff brother. This observation makes me very happy.

Alan Sugar just told Ed Sheeran's Hufflepuff Brother off and now he looks as if he's going to cry. Aww.

Pointless Rambling

Well, I have the day off due to Ronald Weasley's catchphrase.

Very few of you will get that joke, if any. Nevertheless, I press on.

Debating how to spend my free time, I decided I would divide EQUALLY between getting a few more chapters written and revise for aforementioned looming Maths test. Having spent three solid hours writing, I am now taking the last ten minutes of my writing time to update this blog. MY NOVEL WILL SUFFER FOR THIS. YOU BETTER BE BLOODY GRATEFUL. *le shake fist*

Ahem.

Now I'm really quite tempted to abandon the idea of revising for my test and go watch a Harry Potter movie instead. Maybe the Philosophers Stone. Or the Half Blood Prince...

NO. I MUST REMAIN STRONG.

Maths it is. Maybe I'll be able to clear an hour later for Potter... Maybe. Hopefully. Probably.

Just my bloody luck to have a Maths test three days after my birthday.

Well, I'd better go. I'll put a longer, more interesting blog up later, if I have the time.

Till then, over and out.

Apologies & Artwork

Hello? Is anybody still out there? I know its been a while. Im not sure if anybody reads this any more. If you are still out there, readers, you are immensely loyal. I thank you. *wise nodding*

Sorry for how long its been since an last updated; my excuses could be numerous, but frankly I see no need to mention the looming maths exam, being forced to sleep in a dog bed, or going on holiday in search of vampires.

No. No need to mention any of these things.

In fact, several of them are still there. That maths exam, for instance, is still looming. In fact, I should be studying right now. My parents have been left with the distinct impression that right now, I AM studying.

Blog update? What blog update? I don't see a blog update.

So, very little has changed in my life.

I am still beating muse over the head with a rusty pole, struggling between writing a story/novel that needs my attention, a fan fiction I've been dying to write, and boring old schoolwork.

(By the way, I desperately need Beta readers for aforementioned fan fiction. I already have one, who I cannot thank enough for bravely volunteering to be harassed by my awful writing. Cheers, Callum, I appreciate it.)

So, onto the true nature of this blog update: artwork.

Much has been scribbled and shared of DeviantArt, and I feel guilty for neglecting you. Or maybe you're glad of being spared from my awful drawing. I don't know. Either way, if you don't care about art then I suggest you look away now, since I will be sharing.

The Hound

Okay, first off, this pic. Those who have read A Game Of Thrones may recognise it as The Hound, or Sandor Clegane. I cannot draw people, so I took his name at face value and carnated him as his namesake. I know, he's a messed up, vicious character, but I ALWAYS fall for the messed up, vicious characters. And I've grown quite fond of the Hound.

Death's Fang- A Dance Around The Memory Tree

okay, I do not own this character. All rights for his design, etc, go to my friend Alli. I just drew this as a gift, if you will.

Death's Fang & Torment- Please, Please, Please

Okay, Death's Fang again. Once more, he IS NOT MINE. Torment, the white wolfess, is. I could tell you the whole story of this picture, but I suspect you don't care. So I will merely say- the fangs are because they are both vampires.

And, finally-

Hello, Darkness, My Old Friend

Okay, I saved the best till last, because I really liked how this picture turned out. The wolf is called Tenebrae, and she is also my character.

Well, that's all, folks. Please tell me what you think, and once again sorry for abandoning you. I'll try to keep this blog more active in future. Cheers, feedback would as ever be greatly appreciated X

Kayaks and other water related articles.

So, I finally got my kayak. It's orange, and has a picture of a pyrana on it. I've called it Molly. I chose this name because Molly sounds like somebody you can rely on. Also, the kayak is ginger like Molly Weasleys hair. I hope both of these things hold true.

So, I'm heading out for my first kayaking trip today. If I don't post on this blog later, you'll know that I have drowned tragically. Doubtless you will all travel hundreds of miles to come and place flowers and weep by the side of my watery grave.

In other news, I drew a picture.

This Weeks Artwork....

Well, this week I downloaded an app called Sketch a club onto my iPad. I was a bit dubious about drawing on it, but surprisingly it's quite good and easy to draw on- what with my scanner having suffered a sudden and bruta death, digital art is the only kind I can upload right now...

Okay, first I tried my hand at a Japanese Crane.

The words are all from Florence + the machine's latest album, Ceremonials.

Next, I drew a sea cow. (Don't ask why.)

After that, I attempted Herne.

And finally, an illustration of a scene in Terry Pratchett's book, I Shall Wear Midnight. An old story says 'the hare runs into the fire. The fire, it takes her, she is not burned....'

I would love feedback on all these pictures- comment and let me know what you think. Any ideas for themes of pictures would also be awesome.

Stay joyous. :)

Off to parents Evening.

Which should be full of joy and happiness and possibly dancing unicorns. There is no point to this meeting, I can always predict what they're going to say about me. Because it's always the same.

They use lots of teacher speak, but what they always mean is the same. Blah blah blah, needs to shut up more, blah blah blah.

Oh, and as if that wasn't enough, a scary smelly music teacher overheard me calling him a bitch today. Awkward much. To be fair, I was defending my friend, who he's been ignoring. I didn't know he'd be right there- serves him right for creeping up on people.

No need to feel guilty. No need at all, right? Right?!

My friend seemed very upset about him ignoring her. Why? Does she fancy him?

Also, my seat in music had blood on it. Actual blood, for christs sake.


Okay, I need to go get ready for parents evening,(yay?) so I'm off for now.

Amelia Materials Are Arriving

Though, irritatingly, in pretty much the opposite order from when I'll need them.

The modelling wire is what I need to get started, and it's still not here; hopefully, it should arrive tomorrow. Or the next day. *sigh.*

But what HAS arrived is the glue, the pipe cleaners, and the material- much more than I will ever need. Thats the problem with buying online, I guess... I have enough fabric to make an ARMY of polecats. Literally. I've no idea how I'm gonna use it all; maybe I could make other animals if Amelia turns out as good as I'm hoping she will be.

The good news is that the material is lovely; really soft faux fur. Amelia will have a beautiful coat. To give you an idea just how much extra I will have, I've taken a picture.

That's pretty much all I've got to say at the moment- I havent had a chance to work any more on the story I was thinking of writing to go with Amelia's name.

Over and out.