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(no subject)	[Nov. 6th, 2009\|07:01 pm]
REQUEST FOR VOLUNTEER MODELS I have an idea for a large painting project. I need women to pose for photogarphs for me for it though! Thing is, I need them either nude, or in their underwear. The actual image itself will only be of the front of the hip - with a bit of thigh, stomach and lower ribs, and perhaps one hand/wrist/forearm, depending how you want to pose. Left or right, doesn't matter. If you have your hands/wrists in view, you are welcome to wear whatever jewelry, watches, nailvarnish - whatever - to express yourself! I need to either take the photo myself, or if I can't get to you, you can do it yourself with some help from someone you trust! I will be including myself in this! And when I'm done the paintings, you can remain anonymous if you want. I wont share the photographs with anyone and they wont go online or in portfolios or anything without your express permission. I am exclusively asking women for this project, as - corny as it sounds - I want it to be a celebration of the female figure in all it's forms. I want the project to be tasteful and interesting and to portray the beauty in the natural female figure. I will get a photograph of myself done as soon as possible, to illustrate what I mean, for any of you who are unsure. You do not HAVE to participate, I am asking as many female friends, family and aquanitances as I can! It doesn't need to be done right now, so have a think about it and get back to me! ^^ THANKYOU! Hannah
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(no subject)	[Aug. 28th, 2009\|06:04 pm]
Well! Thing's are looking up a bit. While walking in town with Mom the other day, we spotted a job offer in the window of a small newsagents. It was for a cleaning job at the St. Mary's Boarding School for girls in town. Mom gave me her phone, and I called then and there and they sent me an application form. Today, I did the twenty minute walk to the school and dropped teh application form off. So, here's hoping I get the interview, eh? Also, I called Chippenham College and spoke to enrolement there. Today, I posted off my enrolement form, which will hopefully get to them on Tuesday. The woman I spoke to said I should post it FAO to her, and she noted me down for as assessment/interview/exam thing for Wednesday 9th at 11:45! So, if I get through the assessment, I'll be starting up my GCSE Math on the 17th, one evening a week. This all means, of course, that I am getting closer to that dream of taking my PGCE. As well as enroling for Math, I've also applied to enrole to Life Drawing and Pottery/Cermics. Life Drawing because I want to, and Ceramics because I've never done it before, and need to bolster my list of 'things I can teach' for my PGCE interview. Next week, I plan to call the local schools in my area, to see if I can visit them and observe, maybe participate in, their Art Classes. All this on top of working on my portfolio and attempting to create some new arts for the exhibition I was invited to show at in town XD Things are looking up!
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Disney Fail.	[Aug. 24th, 2009\|01:11 pm]
This... disapoints me o0 I can understand the theory behind having a good template and using it again later on, but ... Well - where's the creativity? Where's the risk? And what the hell is with the reuse of a joke? Can the writers not think of their own jokes to use? I mean - I don't much like the way the writers at Disney treat my favorite old fairy stories anyway - but this is just basically taking the damn cake. Writer 1: We need a funny bit here - something physical... Writer 2: Have you checked the templates? Writer 1: I hadn't thought of that! Writer 2: Here, look, this bit from 'Jungle Book' would work great in 'Basil'! Writer 1: Hey, yeah! We can put Watson in place of Baloo, a piece of evidence in place of Mowgli - This'll be great! I mean - seriously, does it happen like that, or what? Can these people not coem up with their own scenes? Do they HAVE to make the artists redraw scenes that have already been used in previous films? As I said, I'm dissapointed.
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MOUSE	[Aug. 18th, 2009\|02:25 am]
I will have more things to say later - but right now, I am sitting at my desk with a mouse in a box o.o Twisp caught a mouse and was playing with it - I rescued it - put it in a wodden box with holes in - put in a few sultanas and a little thingy of water and have been watching overit to amke sure it didn't die of shock or something >> I am now about to go release it. I hope it survives! I've grown quite attached o.o
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(no subject)	[Jul. 30th, 2009\|10:12 am]
Ok. Tell me to shut up if this is TMI. I've suddenly got a rash all down my arms >> At first, I thought it might be becasue Dad changed the washing powder - but I don't think so >> AND IT'S ITCHY AS FUCK >> resists the itch I think I might just go and bug the doc about this >>
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(no subject)	[Jul. 25th, 2009\|10:41 am]
The funeral was, well, perfect - for want of a better word. The coffin was draped almost to vanishing with bright, colourful, scented flowers of all sorts - from lily's to thistles, sunflowers to carnations. It was gorgeous and exactly what we wanted. There were about thirty-odd people there altogether. We were all in brightly coloured clothing - I wore my yellow/cream summer dress, AJ wore a purple t-shirt and his goth-kilt, Matt wore his Che Gevara shirt and tartan trousers, Linz was wearing a pretty blue dress and had vilently coloured dreds in her haiur, Mom was in her maroon/flowery summer dress, Dad a light checked shirt, Poppa bought a bright green t-shirt and yellow shirt special. Cousin Gareth was wearing an orange sarrong, his other half a pink summer dress, their kids were wearing their favorite dress-up dresses (Disney's Snow White and one of the characters from 'Midnight Garden') cousin Layla wore a bright orange top, not sure what her husband was wearing, aunt Kris was wearing a gold dress and bright green socks, aunt Jacky and her partner Lynn were wearing bright shirts, aunt Patty wore a pink outfit, cousin Becky a red and white summer dress and red tights, cousin Jordon a pale blue shirt and pink tie, uncle David wore a hawian shirt and shorts. Graham started with a short introduction, then Mom tearfully read out 'Warning' by Jenny Joseph - which to all of us, just describes Nanna perfectly - I followed with 'Tomorrows Ancestor' but I don't really remember it. Graham then read out the eulogy - amusing us all a little by mispronouncing the easy words, (like 'corps' pronounced as it looks, instead of as 'cor') but managing the hard ones (like Darussalam) - which covered Nanna's whole life, with plenty of silly anecdotes. The best one, I think, was that Nanna nearly killed Poppa before they were even married - she was taking a photo of Poppa, trying to get both him and the Sphinx in the photograph and kept telling him to step backwards, not knowing there was a huge trench behind him - he nearly stepped off it before they realised what was happening! We followed the eulogy by singing a rousing and thoroughly out of tune rendition of 'All Things Bright And Beautiful' - which we all believe Nanna chose because she wanted a laugh at our expense. Cousin Becky then read 'Do not stand at my grave and weep', which had most of us in tears, including Becky. This was followed by aunt Kris reading her own poem, 'Mother to Child' and then aunt Patty reading Poppa's poem 'She Was'. Graham then asked anyone who wanted some flowers to go forward and select some. A lot of us did, I took a bunch, AJ took a bunch, Linz and Mom took a bunch - I think all my cousins did actually, and all my aunts. Then Graham said the usual commital as the curtains closed and (for some reason that none of us now remember) said the Lord's Prayer, despite the fact that Nanna was even more atheist than I am. The wake was full of laughter and chatter and anecdotes being passed around. There were toasts and a lot of eating. I'm now home and thoroughly knackered. Mom is still up in Scotland, with Poppa. I think she will be fore a few more days yet. It's all still very surreal really. The plan is that Poppa will eventually come down and live here, with Mom and Dad. This means Matt and I need to escalate our getting-the-fuck-out-of-this-house-ness...
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I dream	[Jul. 19th, 2009\|04:19 pm]
I'm in a house that looks like a cross between my current house and the house I lived in before I went to university. There are two rodents - changing rapidly from mice to rats, each time I catch sight of them - running around the house. I chase them into the livingroom and open the door/french-window (it's a strange mix of the two) and they race out of it, turning into rats - one sleek and clean and healthy looking, the other manky, dirty and skinny. Suddenly, outside, as I close the door quickly, there is a horrible little pug/terrier cross ratter, it looks up at me and growls long and low, before chasing after the rats. The manky one I see stops and sits up and looks at me - almost like an anthro rat - I get the impression that he's angry with me, before both of the rats dissapear under the fence. I then spot kittens and two mother cats in the garden. HUNDREDS of kittens, all ranging from new-born to a few weeks old. I don't want the ratter to get them, so I rush outside into a garden that is a strange mix of my old house's garden and a field that's been left to overgrow. I catch the kittens, putting them all in my pockets and a bucket - for some reason, the bucket is a normal sized bucket, but the kittens, without getting any smaller, ALL fit inside it. I persuade the two mother cats to come inside - they are both black, one of them is fluffy and the other is almost as big as tottoro. Now we're in a strange mix of my old bedroom and my current office. I put all the kittens in a large, colourful hat-box and help the mother cats up onto my high bunk-bed. I look out the window and see the garden, it is even bigger now, with an old shed at the far right corner and a dodgy line hanging from below my window, down to a concrete pole on the middle left - this garden is like a mix of a field and my paternal grandmother's garden, except, beyond the end fence, there is a gravel/concrete area, with sacks of builders sand dotted about, that is reminicent of the area behind my old house's garden. The smaller mother cat has a collar on - it is plastic, slightly pink and grey and looks like a hospital wrist-band. It has the name of her owner on it, 'Mavis Cheek'. (Mavis is my Nanna's real name - though we all knew her as Micky, because she hated 'Mavis'.) Suddenly, I'm at the front door and there is a huge crowd of reporters, concerned citizens and RSPCA members. The outside is again a mix of the view from my old house and my current house - very strange. All the people are clamouring for me to answer them - 'Why have you kidnapped the kittens!' 'What are you going to do with them!' What do you want!' The RSPCA want to take them away, but I yell that I haven't kidnapped them, only rescued them and will find them homes as soon as I can. I slam the door and I'm reading the mother cat's collar again. I go back to the front door, but this time, it opens into a hallway - and it looks like a cross between a hospital hallway and one of the hallways at my secondary school - the crowd is still there, but behind and to the left of the crowd, I can see a small group of five or six old ladies - all with white hair and wearing cleaners uniforms. I skirt the crowd and call out for 'Mavis Cheek!' She turns and we talk - I explain to her that her cat had gotten pregnant and was too embarrassed and scared to come home and face the music. But 'Mavis' is fine, she's just so happy to have her cat back, and she will love the kittens as if they were her own. She happily takes her cat and it's kittens home in a brightly coloured hatbox. I am left with the tottoro sized cat and half the kittens. Then Mom woke me up c.c Yeah - apparently this whole thing is playing havok with my subconscious.
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(no subject)	[Jul. 17th, 2009\|09:28 am]
The funeral is next Wednesday. It is to be a celebration of Nanna's life, not a mourning of her death. There will be bright colours, as many flowers as can be afforded (in Poppa's words - 'If I walk into the crematorium and can't see the coffin, I will be very pleased') nobody is allowed to wear black and there is a selection of readings that some of the imediate family will be reading out. The entrance music will be Jupiter's Suite, halfway through, Nanna has had her joke and ordered that we all sing 'All things bright and beautiful' and the leaving music is once again Jupiter's Suite. We have already written the eulogy (I was the typist, as the family called things out to me to write in to it - and then Mom went through and edited it) and created the Order of Service, which will be printed out for us by the Funeral Directors - we will each have a hard-copy of this. I'll let y'all know what everyone is reading later, but I'm reading: Tomorrow's Ancestor Tomorrow's ancestor, the future of yesterday, and what I am in the here and now, goes rippling out all ways, goes ripplingout always. Jacky and Lyn are paying to put themselves and us King clan (me, mom, dad, AJ, Matt and Lindsey) up in a nearby hotel. All the rest of the Brynolf clan isstaying at Poppa's house - and seriously, there's five kids, seven grandkids (AJ and myself included) and five great-grandkids - plus five partners. That's an awful lot of direct family to have up here all at once. We really are a clan. So things are progressing. Poppa still breaks down randomly, but us females have rallied around and are basically refusing to let him do anything, making sure he eats, keeping the place clean and so on. There is talk of Poppa coming down to live with Mom and Dad in a few years (there's certainly enough room in the house) - by then, Matt and I will hopefully have moved into our own place. So, yeah. More when I have it.
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(no subject)	[Jul. 14th, 2009\|05:02 pm]
Nanna's gone.
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(no subject)	[Jul. 13th, 2009\|03:18 pm]
I'm beginning to wish I had AIM up here in scotland.
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Carnival Photos!

[Jun. 20th, 2009|11:21 pm]

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Me! During our last performance of the day!

Now, in order of start to finish! ^^

A quick pep-talk from steve.

Rehersal begins!

More rehersal!

And OFF WE GO!

This is about where walking and playing and paying attention to Steve got a little much - seriously - complicated!

The guy with the Hat? That's Jeff - he has about a hundred of them, all different, all with toys attached!

I am never wearing that bumbag/fannypack again. EVER.

Terry dropped one of his sticks. The first of many such drops from the Casha players XD

Mid procession, in the centre of Bromham village. BIG crowds there, all enjoying the music!

I think I'd just hit the wrong beat and put everyone off at this point XD OOPS!

Concentrate! Concentrate! Mustn't put everyone off again! No idea what John was doing XD

The last stretch! And Jeff was tickling the Majorettes!

And the finale! Fiona giving it a good twirl, as usual!

Sticking my tongue out at Matt, I believe XD

And the well deserved rest, after an hour of marching and playing!

The huddle, before our final performance!

Here we go! Rachle in particular looks to be concentrating, hard!

The kids really seemed to enjoy our performance! They spent most of it dancing and chasing one another around and through us XD

Mid set! Lotsa fun XD

And Mom looking bloody knackered at the end!

There are FAR more photographs than this, but these give you an idea of the day ^^

Hope you enjoyed! I certainly did!

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OMG Primary School photo!	[Jun. 20th, 2009\|08:54 pm]
OMG wasn't I SMALL??? That's me, in the blue cardy XD On my right is Gareth Bassett, my first Boyfriend XD
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Bomham Carnival!

[Jun. 20th, 2009|06:12 pm]

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We (the Calnvalistas) played at the Bromham Carnival today!

And OH MY GOD I AM KNACKERED - I think my legs are going to fall off - srsly >>

We all met up at about 13:00 and set off to Bromham, where we got kitted up and did a quick rehersal. At 14:00 ish, the procession started off - there was another Samba Band there today, the Devisisgroup - they went ahead of us, quite early in the procession. About half an hour later, we got into line, behind the Majorettes and before the home-made Whacky Races.

The walk from start to finish took about an hour! But I barely noticed. We were marching and playing the ENTIRE way! Seriously - it was so much fun XD But my feet are now killing me and my legs are revolting. I fluffed up one or two of the breaks, Fiona nearly fell over, John nearly fell over, Terry and Mom both dropped a stick at least once each, we had to swerve around some horse-shit at one point - but it was all good!

Dad, Matt, AJ and Linz came along, they pretty much walked along with us all down the procession - Dad taking photos all the way and a couple videos.

Once we got to the end, we watched the two different teams of Majorettes doing their (long winded and eventually boring) routines, but as we were supposed to go on and do our final 'standing still' sets, the damn hosts fluffed up. We managed to play one piece - then the hosts basically spent half an hour faffing about with raffle-ticket winner announcing.

We finally got to play another two pieces once they were done with that - but we all felt more than a little bit insulted by the bad organising. The other Samba Band had been able to play their sets without any problems!

But really, it was a fantastic day, and we did well! Matt et al, all say we did great and they enjoyed listening to/watching us XD

Once Mom's given me the photos Dad took, I'll share!

I think I may be a little sunburned o.o Oh, and in the final set, I got dive-bombed by a bee! I danced about a bit, still playing with one hand, and shooingthe bee away with the other! Must have been an amusing sight XD

Our next gig is at a primary school next friday evening. Should go well ^^

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(no subject)	[Jun. 13th, 2009\|10:55 pm]
Updated whisperfanworks with all the chapters so far of the re-written Divide. Will update it with 'Harry Potter and the Right To Grow' - my response to the Severitus!Challenge - soon as well ^^
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Calnevalistas	[Jun. 8th, 2009\|11:32 pm]
Told you I'd get a photo of us together ^^ This is me and Mom with the Samba Band we joined, taken the night we played a three hour gig in Bath, for the Bath Music Festival. I'm right in the middle, with the red hoody and huge grin XD Mom is in front of me, in the white t-shirt XD
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(no subject)	[Jun. 8th, 2009\|04:27 pm]
The doc's put me back on the Sertraline (ie: Anti-depresants) >> He's also booked me an appointment for a scan, to see if I have gallstones >> Bleh.
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Old people dancing c.c	[Jun. 6th, 2009\|05:42 pm]
Mom took me along as her +1 last night to a retirement party. One of her collegues from within mental health was, obviously, retiring. He's 65 and an amusing old fella. Dances like my Poppa c.c Anyway - so, I sort of agreed to go at the last minute, and then mom played Barbie with me and did my hair and makeup. Yes. I actually wore makeup c.c I put on my pretty green&black-lace dress and wore high-heels (again, yes, I actually wore high heels) and felt rather pretty with the earings, mecklace, bracelet and ring that all matched and went well with the dress ^^ The place was alright, there were about forty people all told, all at least ten years older than me, quite a few verging on thirty years older than me c.c And they were all in mental health, most of them were shrinks of some sort XD Mom and I chatted, mom did the rounds, while I sort of hung around being the odd one out, we drank a little and chatted a lot, listened to two good speeches and one not-so-good speech (where I kept wanting to go and tell him to lift his chin up and speack louder), I watched mom join in with the dancing a bit (and we both enjoyed ourselves watchign people dance around imaginary hand-bags, in that time-old eighties fashion XD) All in all, it was a pleasent evening, and it got me out of the house.
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Trouser leg: 0 - Mouse: 1

[Jun. 5th, 2009|01:31 pm]

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Ok. As I said on twitter.

I have just been through the unique experience of having a mouse run up my trouser leg.

Seriously.

That was the STRANGEST thing that has ever happened to me. I had to take my trousers off in the middle of the garden to get the thing out again >>

The why? I was saving it from my cats! o.o

I know, I know, natural order of things, cats = carnivorous predators, mouse = prey. But bloody hell, I will not stand for watching Moogle and Twisp torment a tiny little field mouse in my garden >>

So... Matt and I had a merry chase around the garden, chasing off the cats and trying to catch the mouse. And yes, at one point, the thing went up my trouser leg o.o

It is a singularly wierd experience, feeling tiny little feet crawling up your leg, aiming for your butt >> So, off came the trousers and off sped the mouse!

We caught it in the end and released it into the bushes round the corner. The cats are now in the doghouse - and will be even more so when I tell Dad later.

Seriously, though.

MOUSE UP MY TROUSER LEG!

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[Jun. 2nd, 2009|07:22 pm]

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The sky is blue, the sun is blazing, I just went for a bike ride with the parents, around Calne and back again.

I'm going to book an apointment at the doc's tomorrow. The bike ride has brought home to me precisely how unfit I am. I nearly threw up. THATS how unfit I am.

So. I'm going to ask if the doc can do that thing where they prescribe gym membership or something. I am going to look up ladies night at the local swimming pool.

I am currently dead, fanning myself with one of my many hand-held fans and I'm not even wearing that much. A cold shower is in order.

Ugh.

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Eurovision 2009	[May. 16th, 2009\|11:22 pm]
WELL! Norway won this year, but bloody hell, UK came in FIFTH! I'm amazed! I'm going to see if I can find youtube vids of the songs... Here's Norway: Here's UK: And here's Armenia, one of my faves: I LOVE those outfits c.c But really, I loved this song - no bloody idea what the hell they're singing about most of the time, but neh, I liked it XD Anyway - Well done Norway - and BLOODY HELL, WELL DONE UK! However, can someone PLEASE explain the blue thing and the face-painted dwarves in Albania's song?? Seriously - wtf?
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