Here are some of my favourite pieces from deviantart.com(in random order).
If you click on any of them, remember to click on the picture again to make it full size!
There are waaaay more but the list was getting too long.
I am, however, exceedingly fond of the first one...
But I don't know why...
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
i wonder what they were talking about?
it's like what happens in life
fire escape
the ultimate ninja showdown
fred is out of the jar
fuck the usa
what an unusual combination of attributes
it makes my ankles hurt to look!
aaaaand one for the boys/lesbians
love love! x
Thursday, 11 February 2010
Sunday, 7 February 2010
'Wait a minute... This isn't a silly straw?'
That's what she said.
Last nights party was pretty cool. I'm not talking about the cowboy and Indians one which everyone else went to, I went to another friends 18th (she invited me first).
I went round J's to get ready as per usual. It was a bit of a challenge trying to be a good friend and give fashion advice whilst also trying not poke my eye out with an eyeliner pencil. I went for black with a hint of black, while J settled for the more contemporary (but equally gorgeous) green with a hint of black and gold. When we were finally finished beautifying (it takes a while) we ate some bread and Jammy Dodgers. Because obviously you should never drink on an empty stomach.
When we arrived at the venue, or house, there was also pizza and a lot of alcohol, the majority being alcopops. We ate a couple slices of pizza just to be super safe and sensible, then drank Bacardi breezers through silly straws.
At this time it was about 8:30pm, and we were at the perfect amount of drunkenness: when you can still form coherent sentences, but you love everyone and everything is hilarious.
Soon we decided to set off for Swindon (we were in Highworth) we all walked off giggling madly to the bus stop, before realising we were about twenty minutes early for our bus. I didn't think we minded much, I distinctly remember having a conversation on the correct pronunciation of 'startlingly' (start-er-ling-ly or 'start-ly'?). Eventually the bus turned up and we all sat at the back shouting and singing like mad hobos, one of the girls had a bottle of Chardonnay that she kept passing around. Then she played '5 Years Time' by Noah and the Whale on her phone :)
We wondered around Swindon town center for a bit before realising that every club or bar was infested with bouncers in fluorescent jackets. We kept passing policemen strolling around in pointy hats, and J nearly asked one if she could go to the loo in his hat, because clearly she was pregnant and desperate.
Luckily my frenzied shushing convinced her that this probably wasn't the best time for us to be drawing attention to ourselves, seeing as some of our party weren't even 18 (me included) so she settle for a nod and a dignified 'evening officer'.
After this we trundled up a massive hill to reach Old Town. We found a pub which apparently never IDed anyone so settled for there. Incidentally there was a 'bouncer' (just a really tall bloke in a jumper) who asked us for ID but we just waited for him to leave and then snuck in. I ended up only buying myself one shot because everyone else kept buying me drinks.
Then, me, J and two other girls decided to make it interesting. We played a game to see who could pull first ('pull' meaning make out with) then a lovely game called 'pull the pig' (I'm guessing you can decipher that for yourselves). We did a couple more shots and then swaggered (alluringly) to the back of the pub where there were about 12 guys playing Poole. Most of them were reasonable looking, and certainly intrigued by our presence. I had decided who I wanted to pull within the first 10 seconds. He was paying pretty much no attention to me, but I generally liked the look of him. He looked quieter than the others, who were already eyeing up the two blond girls.
The guy I liked was called Sam, and he was nice. I actually managed to have a conversation with him without him calling me 'babes', 'darlin' or 'love' and without him grabbing any parts of my anatomy that were covered by underwear. We mostly talked about music amongst other things, he has a good taste and was funny. During our conversation, we were interrupted by J walking over to us with some guys hat on. She said 'look at my hat, it's Dave's, I can tell he's cool because he left the label on'.
Incidentally, I didn't win, but I ended up not having to play the pig-pulling game because I was chatting with Sam. Of course, things got a bit flirty towards the end of the night. The birthday girl said the taxi would come at 12:30am. I gave Sam a quick kiss and went outside with the others. He came outside to join us and asked me not to go, I told him no woman in their right mind would stay with a strange man they'd just met in a pub after midnight, especially one that drinks and smokes.
He said 'But you were drinking', I said 'yes, can I have a cigarette?'.
We swapped numbers and the taxi arrived, I 'pulled' him properly (lol) and then we all went home and watched Madagascar 2.
So all-in-all, a pretty decent night.
Last nights party was pretty cool. I'm not talking about the cowboy and Indians one which everyone else went to, I went to another friends 18th (she invited me first).
I went round J's to get ready as per usual. It was a bit of a challenge trying to be a good friend and give fashion advice whilst also trying not poke my eye out with an eyeliner pencil. I went for black with a hint of black, while J settled for the more contemporary (but equally gorgeous) green with a hint of black and gold. When we were finally finished beautifying (it takes a while) we ate some bread and Jammy Dodgers. Because obviously you should never drink on an empty stomach.
When we arrived at the venue, or house, there was also pizza and a lot of alcohol, the majority being alcopops. We ate a couple slices of pizza just to be super safe and sensible, then drank Bacardi breezers through silly straws.
At this time it was about 8:30pm, and we were at the perfect amount of drunkenness: when you can still form coherent sentences, but you love everyone and everything is hilarious.
Soon we decided to set off for Swindon (we were in Highworth) we all walked off giggling madly to the bus stop, before realising we were about twenty minutes early for our bus. I didn't think we minded much, I distinctly remember having a conversation on the correct pronunciation of 'startlingly' (start-er-ling-ly or 'start-ly'?). Eventually the bus turned up and we all sat at the back shouting and singing like mad hobos, one of the girls had a bottle of Chardonnay that she kept passing around. Then she played '5 Years Time' by Noah and the Whale on her phone :)
We wondered around Swindon town center for a bit before realising that every club or bar was infested with bouncers in fluorescent jackets. We kept passing policemen strolling around in pointy hats, and J nearly asked one if she could go to the loo in his hat, because clearly she was pregnant and desperate.
Luckily my frenzied shushing convinced her that this probably wasn't the best time for us to be drawing attention to ourselves, seeing as some of our party weren't even 18 (me included) so she settle for a nod and a dignified 'evening officer'.
After this we trundled up a massive hill to reach Old Town. We found a pub which apparently never IDed anyone so settled for there. Incidentally there was a 'bouncer' (just a really tall bloke in a jumper) who asked us for ID but we just waited for him to leave and then snuck in. I ended up only buying myself one shot because everyone else kept buying me drinks.
Then, me, J and two other girls decided to make it interesting. We played a game to see who could pull first ('pull' meaning make out with) then a lovely game called 'pull the pig' (I'm guessing you can decipher that for yourselves). We did a couple more shots and then swaggered (alluringly) to the back of the pub where there were about 12 guys playing Poole. Most of them were reasonable looking, and certainly intrigued by our presence. I had decided who I wanted to pull within the first 10 seconds. He was paying pretty much no attention to me, but I generally liked the look of him. He looked quieter than the others, who were already eyeing up the two blond girls.
The guy I liked was called Sam, and he was nice. I actually managed to have a conversation with him without him calling me 'babes', 'darlin' or 'love' and without him grabbing any parts of my anatomy that were covered by underwear. We mostly talked about music amongst other things, he has a good taste and was funny. During our conversation, we were interrupted by J walking over to us with some guys hat on. She said 'look at my hat, it's Dave's, I can tell he's cool because he left the label on'.
Incidentally, I didn't win, but I ended up not having to play the pig-pulling game because I was chatting with Sam. Of course, things got a bit flirty towards the end of the night. The birthday girl said the taxi would come at 12:30am. I gave Sam a quick kiss and went outside with the others. He came outside to join us and asked me not to go, I told him no woman in their right mind would stay with a strange man they'd just met in a pub after midnight, especially one that drinks and smokes.
He said 'But you were drinking', I said 'yes, can I have a cigarette?'.
We swapped numbers and the taxi arrived, I 'pulled' him properly (lol) and then we all went home and watched Madagascar 2.
So all-in-all, a pretty decent night.
Friday, 5 February 2010
Sounds wkd!
5 Years Time by Noah and the Whale.
Yeah.
Makes me very happy.
I am in a really good mood right now, and for once I know why:
1. Skins is back
2. I'm going out to a friend's 18th tomorrow
3. I've got two offers
4. I have a lava lamp that is better than TV
5. I just had pizza
6. Soon I know it will be summer
6. Soon I know it will be summer
Today the sun came out properly for the first time in a ridiculously long time. I got flashbacks from last year when we all used to hang out in the Priory drinking 55p lemonade and playing tag. I really miss just being about to go out in jeans and a tee without worrying about how many layers you might need, or whether you should wear the shoes without holes today.
Either way, I'm getting some sun this year: I'm either going to the south of France or Lanzarote in August after my 18th.
Today, apparently some 'politician-y' lady came in to have a little chat with some of the school's more intellectual students. I'm sure most of you read what happened in SBHx's blog.
She was a bit of a wanker.
A bit arrogant and aloof, and ever so slightly controversial.
A bit like Sarah Palin with her Creationist views blabbering on about how the polar bears will be fine because they'll adapt (synonym: evolve [evolutionary theory? Fail?]). Anyway, her speech patterns sounded about as relevant as:
Yeah.I really can't stand people thinking they're intelligent when they're actually about as sharp as a brick. They should all be banished to Alabama.
In Psychology, we are learning about gender. One of the areas we've touched on is why men rape women. There are many totally irrelevant and inappropriate theories, one being that men do it because they are unable to 'maintain their status' (unable to pull) so they jump on any reasonably attractive and young woman in order to 'ensure reproductive success' (get her pregnant).
Excuse me? Since when do men engage in casual sex for baby making? Are they even aware that sex can result in babies? A majority of the male population need to be trapped inside a marriage before they'll even contemplate having children. I doubt rape is a get out of jail card from their genetic dead end.
And isn't ironic how most men won't even look twice at girls in bars unless they're shoe-horned into a tiny skirt with liberal amounts of cleavage on show? It's a delicate balance, I'm telling you. Tomorrow night, for example, I'll probably* wear heels and a relatively short skirt, however there will be NO cleavage. I'm going to be practically strapping them down*.
None. It's a bloody honey trap. And once you accidentally reel them in, there is no escape.
Next thing you know....
You're Facebook friends.
*(Definitely)
**(Do you guys have any idea how lucky you are? Ever tried running up stairs with boobs and no bra? Didn't think so.)
Sunday, 31 January 2010
omg.
I just realised my Dad deleted the Doctor Who with John Simm in it from Sky planner.
This...
This is a sad, sad day.
But although this is a hard time for all of us, we must pull though!
THIS IS SPARTA!
*atchoo*
Aw shoot, where's my manly mankerchief gotten to?
Ah yes here it is... Under my tools that I always have with me.
As these blogs go on, I have found that I am making less and less sense.
This...
This is a sad, sad day.
But although this is a hard time for all of us, we must pull though!
THIS IS SPARTA!
*atchoo*
Aw shoot, where's my manly mankerchief gotten to?
Ah yes here it is... Under my tools that I always have with me.
As these blogs go on, I have found that I am making less and less sense.
Weekend.
Oh man, I feel like shit.
I felt a bit odd the other night when J was round, yesterday I was mostly fine, but this morning I felt like I had my head in a vice.
I find that if I lie down and close my eyes I feel ok.
On the bright side, my sister is back from the Ski Trip! She bought me some mascara and eyeliner. As well as some strawberry BNs and Lindt chocolate. She's so nice.
She looked pretty awful when we collected her though, skiing really takes it out of you, and she said the last three nights she didn't get much sleep because one of her roomies kept coughing all night.
On top of that, she did four hours of skiing on Saturday before twelve, and then set off for a twenty-two hour bus ride to the coast, an hour on the ferry and another hour or two on the bus from Dover to Wiltshire. She got back about three hours ago.
Ouch.
But she looks better now she's has a bath and a few BNs. Later we're going to watch 'Timecrimes' again. It's a Spanish film, so naturally it's bloody amazing. Fucking confusing though. I was watching it last night with my Dad, and I'd already had a couple of wkds, so I wasn't at my sharpest. But still, we had to pause it a few times to discuss what the hell we thought was going on.
As you may have guessed, it involves time travel. The real reason as to why Hector (the main guy) time travels to begin with is never really revealed, it's all intertwined. Future versions of himself keep going back further to try and fix what past versions messed up, everything is co-dependant, like a house of cards.
Anyway I'm watching it again and this time I'm going to figure shit out.
(through the mess of painful fog that is slowly engulfing my cognitive abilities)
Oww I've just discovered looking at the sky hurts my brain.
I'm also sneezing alot. You ever seen one of the popular girls do that? All cute and sweet and delicate like a little mouse having an adorable little sneeze?
Well fuck them. Six in a row baby!
I felt a bit odd the other night when J was round, yesterday I was mostly fine, but this morning I felt like I had my head in a vice.
I find that if I lie down and close my eyes I feel ok.
On the bright side, my sister is back from the Ski Trip! She bought me some mascara and eyeliner. As well as some strawberry BNs and Lindt chocolate. She's so nice.
She looked pretty awful when we collected her though, skiing really takes it out of you, and she said the last three nights she didn't get much sleep because one of her roomies kept coughing all night.
On top of that, she did four hours of skiing on Saturday before twelve, and then set off for a twenty-two hour bus ride to the coast, an hour on the ferry and another hour or two on the bus from Dover to Wiltshire. She got back about three hours ago.
Ouch.
But she looks better now she's has a bath and a few BNs. Later we're going to watch 'Timecrimes' again. It's a Spanish film, so naturally it's bloody amazing. Fucking confusing though. I was watching it last night with my Dad, and I'd already had a couple of wkds, so I wasn't at my sharpest. But still, we had to pause it a few times to discuss what the hell we thought was going on.
As you may have guessed, it involves time travel. The real reason as to why Hector (the main guy) time travels to begin with is never really revealed, it's all intertwined. Future versions of himself keep going back further to try and fix what past versions messed up, everything is co-dependant, like a house of cards.
Anyway I'm watching it again and this time I'm going to figure shit out.
(through the mess of painful fog that is slowly engulfing my cognitive abilities)
Oww I've just discovered looking at the sky hurts my brain.
I'm also sneezing alot. You ever seen one of the popular girls do that? All cute and sweet and delicate like a little mouse having an adorable little sneeze?
Well fuck them. Six in a row baby!
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
Not Cool. And Unrelated Nonsense.
My sister left for the Ski Trip last Saturday.
I feel a bit odd without her. Stomping around, calling me 'Mayhyoo', trying to be Alex James on our Dads bass.
I really think I should get her an Alex poster.
But then again maybe not. She'd never sleep again.
I think she may be one of exceedingly rare 14 year olds with an alright taste in music. Obviously she likes Radiohead and bits of Blur. I swear that wasn't under my influence. I swear.
But then there are the not-so-cool ones like Miley Cyrus. She never listens to the music, but she is worryingly devoted to the TV programme. And on occasion I find her singing along to the music.
Oh my gosh I like totally donated £5 to the Haiti appeal, if you haven't done it already, climb down from that hoard of cash and flick a few quid over will you? It is NOT COOL just to comment on the tragedy without acting to help the lives of those who survived.
On the other foot I am sooo looking forward to Thursday (evening) because SKINS is back! I hope none of them die. Although if one of them were to die it wouldn't be so bad of Cook did. He's a bit of a bastard. Also he looks quite short, which is always annoying. If you're a bloke.
Oh crap mock exams tomorrow, seriously wtf I've got my Final Piece for art in for Friday how the sodding hell am I supposed to revise and create a masterpiece that rivals [this]?! The answer is I'm not revising. I have a 2 and a half hour English Language exam tomorrow (shiiit) first thing. Why. Am I blogging.
It's because I'm so amazing and selfless. I hope people realise that me and Sara are the only two blogging on a regular basis now. I'm not even sure who is even still reading mine.
A-Woohoo Justin Bieber is on 4 Music serenading his love for sixteen year olds!
This era of popular culture can NOT get any better.
Seriously guys he's like twelve. And he's talking 'black' to Usher. Because obviously they are like BFFs.
Ok now it's Black Eyed Peas. What the hell am I doing, I'm gonna go listen to La Roux.
PS- Remember everyone, pay your taxes, or else that woman from the news will appear under you stairs like Harry Potter to give you long sentences of information.
And no-one wants that.
PPS- Seven is definitely bigger than three.
I feel a bit odd without her. Stomping around, calling me 'Mayhyoo', trying to be Alex James on our Dads bass.
I really think I should get her an Alex poster.
But then again maybe not. She'd never sleep again.
I think she may be one of exceedingly rare 14 year olds with an alright taste in music. Obviously she likes Radiohead and bits of Blur. I swear that wasn't under my influence. I swear.
But then there are the not-so-cool ones like Miley Cyrus. She never listens to the music, but she is worryingly devoted to the TV programme. And on occasion I find her singing along to the music.
Oh my gosh I like totally donated £5 to the Haiti appeal, if you haven't done it already, climb down from that hoard of cash and flick a few quid over will you? It is NOT COOL just to comment on the tragedy without acting to help the lives of those who survived.
On the other foot I am sooo looking forward to Thursday (evening) because SKINS is back! I hope none of them die. Although if one of them were to die it wouldn't be so bad of Cook did. He's a bit of a bastard. Also he looks quite short, which is always annoying. If you're a bloke.
Oh crap mock exams tomorrow, seriously wtf I've got my Final Piece for art in for Friday how the sodding hell am I supposed to revise and create a masterpiece that rivals [this]?! The answer is I'm not revising. I have a 2 and a half hour English Language exam tomorrow (shiiit) first thing. Why. Am I blogging.
It's because I'm so amazing and selfless. I hope people realise that me and Sara are the only two blogging on a regular basis now. I'm not even sure who is even still reading mine.
A-Woohoo Justin Bieber is on 4 Music serenading his love for sixteen year olds!
This era of popular culture can NOT get any better.
Seriously guys he's like twelve. And he's talking 'black' to Usher. Because obviously they are like BFFs.
Ok now it's Black Eyed Peas. What the hell am I doing, I'm gonna go listen to La Roux.
PS- Remember everyone, pay your taxes, or else that woman from the news will appear under you stairs like Harry Potter to give you long sentences of information.
And no-one wants that.
PPS- Seven is definitely bigger than three.
Wednesday, 20 January 2010
'It's the skin of a killer, Bella' .... *sparkle*
It was a tough week, but I feel better now.
I'm all excited/nervous about university. I haven't got any offers yet, but I do have 4 'We have received your application' emails. I guess that means they're going to wait until the deadline.
Except for Reading. Smug bastards.
Right now I'm watching Pulp Fiction for about the fifth time. Unfortunately, the twilight DVD was in the case for Pulp Fiction for some reason. I put it in the DVD player without even noticing until I saw Edward in all his sparkly glory pouting his way across the menu screen.
I practically ripped it out of the player and literally threw it across my room.
It cracked a bit, which is worrying because it's my sisters. But to be honest, it's probably for the best.
I am very nearly sort of almost getting famous on the net [link].
I'm close to being glad that I dropped biology. But I am seriously panicking about my final piece, which is in for next Friday.
Haven't started yet.
BUT WHO CARES?
I am totally going to be a famous artist regardless.
Or a famous person in some sort of collaboration of talented musicians.
You know... a band...
I'm all excited/nervous about university. I haven't got any offers yet, but I do have 4 'We have received your application' emails. I guess that means they're going to wait until the deadline.
Except for Reading. Smug bastards.
Right now I'm watching Pulp Fiction for about the fifth time. Unfortunately, the twilight DVD was in the case for Pulp Fiction for some reason. I put it in the DVD player without even noticing until I saw Edward in all his sparkly glory pouting his way across the menu screen.
I practically ripped it out of the player and literally threw it across my room.
It cracked a bit, which is worrying because it's my sisters. But to be honest, it's probably for the best.
I am very nearly sort of almost getting famous on the net [link].
I'm close to being glad that I dropped biology. But I am seriously panicking about my final piece, which is in for next Friday.
Haven't started yet.
BUT WHO CARES?
I am totally going to be a famous artist regardless.
Or a famous person in some sort of collaboration of talented musicians.
You know... a band...
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