For as long as I can remember I've been a fan of the Wildhearts but have sort of lost touch with new releases and stuff. A combination of getting all excited about going to see them in Sept and talking to a friend about them has spurred this dream.
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There I am sitting at the back of a huge auditorium with Adele, Katy, Helen. Looks like we were on some sort of school or college trip. The Wildhearts were playing and I was wondering why they sounded different but it was because CJ was singing instead of Ginger. After the song ginger introduced the finalists of a competition for someone to play with them. Although the person had been chosen every one got to sing on stage.
Gig over and a woman a few seat in front of us (actually a really arsey lady from Come Dine With Me last night. Charline?) she starts shouting at these finalists causing one to cry. Adele and I look at one another eyebrows raised, we feel the need to get out of this place and get on our lives. Mrs Hindle (a History teacher from my highschool) joins in loudly and Scottishly telling the contestant that we are not here to see her cry. Mrs Hindle then starts welling up.
We know that if we try to leave we will get in trouble so we try and sneak out, we were at the back, furthest from the door. However, behind us was a small panel and some stairs leading up, we slide out of our seats and run up the stairs Adele first. Before the rest of us are even half way up Adele comes darting back down saying there is no way through. Opposite the stairs is a steep hill leading through some old grey brickwork into what looked like a basement. We decided to go that way. There were them some steps leading back up again.
We began to climb the steps then I awoke.
Wednesday, 15 July 2009
Tuesday, 14 July 2009
Last nights randomness
Now I didn't want this blog to be a dream diary but it is sort of turning out that way. It was such an exciting dream and I was so disappointed when it turned out to be my head fucking with me.
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So there is a shop and Ben and I decide to go into it, it has very little rooms on different levels and is just full of stuff. It was beautiful. So we were looking round and Benny found some things that he wanted to buy. He did so and we continued to look around, I'd heard that this shop sold BJDs so I was looking everywhere for them. I finally find a tiny Unoa kit for £250.49.
I wanted an MSD sized Unoa so I was a bit disappointed, not that I could ever afford one. So Ben went down to pay for his thing and I asked the cashier if they had any MSD Unoas. She said yes and that she would get someone to fetch one. It was £449.50. They then put it in the bag with everything else and Ben and I moved on to go and see his Grandad.
When we arrived home, I sat in the middle of the floor (the house wasn't our house it was Dad's.) I began to open the box then I said, "you don't think they charged you for this did they?" Ben then tried to use my Iphone to access his internet banking, it wouldn't work. Then I woke up.
Some underlying interperetation to be done, something along the lines of dolls are going to undo all the hard work I've done with saving money. Tis true.
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So there is a shop and Ben and I decide to go into it, it has very little rooms on different levels and is just full of stuff. It was beautiful. So we were looking round and Benny found some things that he wanted to buy. He did so and we continued to look around, I'd heard that this shop sold BJDs so I was looking everywhere for them. I finally find a tiny Unoa kit for £250.49.
I wanted an MSD sized Unoa so I was a bit disappointed, not that I could ever afford one. So Ben went down to pay for his thing and I asked the cashier if they had any MSD Unoas. She said yes and that she would get someone to fetch one. It was £449.50. They then put it in the bag with everything else and Ben and I moved on to go and see his Grandad.
When we arrived home, I sat in the middle of the floor (the house wasn't our house it was Dad's.) I began to open the box then I said, "you don't think they charged you for this did they?" Ben then tried to use my Iphone to access his internet banking, it wouldn't work. Then I woke up.
Some underlying interperetation to be done, something along the lines of dolls are going to undo all the hard work I've done with saving money. Tis true.
Monday, 13 July 2009
First Faceup
So today I decided to embark upon the adventure of painting my floating head's face up. For those of you that know nothing about Ball jointed dolls, let me explain. The whole hobby is about customisation, amongst other things, and a lot of people paint the heads of their dolls to change its look whilst others get the manufacturers default faces. (The paint on a doll's head is called the 'faceup')
Here is the head before I'd even touched it.
Pretty unexciting.
Firstly I applied a few coats of MSC
I then applied eyebrows using a stencil I made from masking tape. It looked alright.
More MSC
Then I blushed in all the places you'd expect there to be pinkiness.
More MSC
Then the lips. Smudged them right at the end.
Washed the whole thing off. (Not very well, you'll see what I mean later)
Second attempt
MSC base coats
Drew eyebrows on holding the head upside down, no stencil. Drew on with pencil, think that's naughty. Then used a q-tip to brush black pastel over when I'd drawn the lines.
Then drew on somefiner lines within this pastel using pencil. (o.0)
MSC
Then for the lips, put red acrylic all over the lips, struggled to get it even. Still isn't quite.
More MSC
Then used pastel on the inside of the eye sockets and un the crease above the eye. This looked okay, made it into a sort of 20's style cat eye flick. Even better.
Then added flicky eye lashes. Got over excited here, they looked better before I added more liner on the lower lid.
More MSC
Blushed all the bits that needed to be blushed and added lip lines. (Need to do this with a water colour pencil, did not get the intended effect just some sort of mess.)
Cleaned up lip lines. Less mess.
Final coat of MSC
You can see on the right hand side of the picture near the nose the slightly darker patch, this is the blushing I didn't wipe off properly. It was also before the blushing and lip lines.
In natural light. Before blushing and lip lines. There are a few smudges in between the eyebrows. I noticed this too late so couldn't get rid of it.
Finished! Here you can see on the right hand side where I didn't remove the old faceup properly.
Lip lines also not great.
In a wig more suited to the face up colour and normal skintone (NS).
Lips need gloss, not quite even.
She also needs something to give her upper lids more definition. Not sure what though.
Eyelash detail is quite good I think.
Comments appreciated!
<3
Here is the head before I'd even touched it.
Pretty unexciting.
Firstly I applied a few coats of MSC
I then applied eyebrows using a stencil I made from masking tape. It looked alright.
More MSC
Then I blushed in all the places you'd expect there to be pinkiness.
More MSC
Then the lips. Smudged them right at the end.
Washed the whole thing off. (Not very well, you'll see what I mean later)
Second attempt
MSC base coats
Drew eyebrows on holding the head upside down, no stencil. Drew on with pencil, think that's naughty. Then used a q-tip to brush black pastel over when I'd drawn the lines.
Then drew on somefiner lines within this pastel using pencil. (o.0)
MSC
Then for the lips, put red acrylic all over the lips, struggled to get it even. Still isn't quite.
More MSC
Then used pastel on the inside of the eye sockets and un the crease above the eye. This looked okay, made it into a sort of 20's style cat eye flick. Even better.
Then added flicky eye lashes. Got over excited here, they looked better before I added more liner on the lower lid.
More MSC
Blushed all the bits that needed to be blushed and added lip lines. (Need to do this with a water colour pencil, did not get the intended effect just some sort of mess.)
Cleaned up lip lines. Less mess.
Final coat of MSC
You can see on the right hand side of the picture near the nose the slightly darker patch, this is the blushing I didn't wipe off properly. It was also before the blushing and lip lines.
In natural light. Before blushing and lip lines. There are a few smudges in between the eyebrows. I noticed this too late so couldn't get rid of it.
Finished! Here you can see on the right hand side where I didn't remove the old faceup properly.
Lip lines also not great.
In a wig more suited to the face up colour and normal skintone (NS).
Lips need gloss, not quite even.
She also needs something to give her upper lids more definition. Not sure what though.
Eyelash detail is quite good I think.
Comments appreciated!
<3
Continuing the random dream theme.
I'm not sure if last night's dream was bad or not. It involved a life size TARDIS puzzle where people could buy different bits. Because people had different parts to this puzzle my Mum suggested that we hold a fair so everyone can put the bits together. So, we held a really successful fair that ended up with me sleeping outside on a camp bed.
<3
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Long time no post - Some links and a rant:
First of all ladies and gentlemen may I pop you in the direction of these two sites:
www.emu-oil-well.com
www.feelingstylish.wordpress.com
Secondly may I have a small rant about Torchwood and the poor writers who are getting flamed by unhappy fans. I'm not going to spoil too much if you've just stumbled upon this little site but someone dies, well a lot of people die. But someone who I like, I was sad, had a little cry then got on with my life.
It seems that, on twitter especially, that people have been moaning at James Moran (writer) for how the story panned out. All I can say to him is bloody well done, ignore these so called fans and congrats on producing a moving, exciting, telly show.
<3
You can read what he had to say here:
http://jamesmoran.blogspot.com/2009/07/stepping-back.html
www.emu-oil-well.com
www.feelingstylish.wordpress.com
Secondly may I have a small rant about Torchwood and the poor writers who are getting flamed by unhappy fans. I'm not going to spoil too much if you've just stumbled upon this little site but someone dies, well a lot of people die. But someone who I like, I was sad, had a little cry then got on with my life.
It seems that, on twitter especially, that people have been moaning at James Moran (writer) for how the story panned out. All I can say to him is bloody well done, ignore these so called fans and congrats on producing a moving, exciting, telly show.
<3
You can read what he had to say here:
http://jamesmoran.blogspot.com/2009/07/stepping-back.html
Tuesday, 23 June 2009
Free cinema showing, random dream and heading to the cinema
So, I get a facebook message yesterday from Alex asking me to come to a free showing of 'Sunshine Cleaning,' today at midday. I agree, do my night time things then go to be ready for the funness that the following day would bring. Clearly excited about this whole prospect I dreamt about what was to come today.
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..Dreamage:
So there I am going to meet Alex for 12:30 when the movie starts. We were actually wrong and the movie had started at 12pm. So instead we end up hanging out in the lobby with Stephen Fry, Richard Attenborough (The guy from Jarassic Park) and Frank Turner (Awesome singer, please buy his stuff I can't enforce the awesomeness.) So Davey is also there and I turn to her and say "I'm standing next to Stephen Fry."
She looks at me incredulously, like she can't see that he is standing on the otherside of me, "oh my god, no way."
I then move to stand next to Frank Turner and he puts his arm around me, after a while I decide to go and get a drink. When I come back Frank is standing next to Alex with his arm around her. Alex looks at me in a confused fashion and says "who is this guy?" I explain his awesomeness.
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So back to real life. Alex and I arrive at the cinema for 11:30am, the tickets say the film starts at 12:00, just before 12:00 we are let in, we get out seat in the cinema and sit chatting for a while. It gets to quarter past and we are like 'seriously, where is this film.' We moan a little bit but in good spirits, we have nothing better to do. At twenty five past a cinema lady comes in and apologises for the wait 'See Film First,' the company that gave us FREE tickets, had gotten the tickets wrong they were supposed to be 12:00 to show up for a 12:30 start. Alex and I are like, 'oh, well that's okay.'
This bloke behind up starts shouting that they were told the film would be done at 1:30, well it blatantly would be. This woman a few rows in front of us starts moaning that it is the cinema's fault when it blatantly isn't.
How the fuck can she moan about a showing for a FREE film starting half an hour late, if she had to be somewhere she would've gone she wouldn't have lost any money from it. By the end of this lady's rant Alex, myself and the few rows around us were pissing ourselves laughing at the woman who has the audacity to complain about a Free film.
It was Free, shut the hell up.
On another note my dream knew the film would start at 12:30pm.
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..Dreamage:
So there I am going to meet Alex for 12:30 when the movie starts. We were actually wrong and the movie had started at 12pm. So instead we end up hanging out in the lobby with Stephen Fry, Richard Attenborough (The guy from Jarassic Park) and Frank Turner (Awesome singer, please buy his stuff I can't enforce the awesomeness.) So Davey is also there and I turn to her and say "I'm standing next to Stephen Fry."
She looks at me incredulously, like she can't see that he is standing on the otherside of me, "oh my god, no way."
I then move to stand next to Frank Turner and he puts his arm around me, after a while I decide to go and get a drink. When I come back Frank is standing next to Alex with his arm around her. Alex looks at me in a confused fashion and says "who is this guy?" I explain his awesomeness.
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So back to real life. Alex and I arrive at the cinema for 11:30am, the tickets say the film starts at 12:00, just before 12:00 we are let in, we get out seat in the cinema and sit chatting for a while. It gets to quarter past and we are like 'seriously, where is this film.' We moan a little bit but in good spirits, we have nothing better to do. At twenty five past a cinema lady comes in and apologises for the wait 'See Film First,' the company that gave us FREE tickets, had gotten the tickets wrong they were supposed to be 12:00 to show up for a 12:30 start. Alex and I are like, 'oh, well that's okay.'
This bloke behind up starts shouting that they were told the film would be done at 1:30, well it blatantly would be. This woman a few rows in front of us starts moaning that it is the cinema's fault when it blatantly isn't.
How the fuck can she moan about a showing for a FREE film starting half an hour late, if she had to be somewhere she would've gone she wouldn't have lost any money from it. By the end of this lady's rant Alex, myself and the few rows around us were pissing ourselves laughing at the woman who has the audacity to complain about a Free film.
It was Free, shut the hell up.
On another note my dream knew the film would start at 12:30pm.
Sunday, 21 June 2009
-- I'd like to present you with a snippet from the novel I am writing with a friend. Comments appreciated. --
Sudden blackness, the door was closed, freedom was gone. Ryssa turned quietly to look back into the depths of the tunnel, the deep breathing of the tunnel hound echoed around the small space, she raised her gun, pointed in the vague direction she expected the beast to be, she pressed the trigger and let a stream of bullets. Finally, her gun clicked signalling that she needed to reload, in the darkness she fumbled for another clip, it was on her belt. There had been no yelp, no sound from the beast other than the low, ominous breathing and now Ryssa’s ears were ringing with the sound of gunfire, she couldn’t hear the sounds of breath but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there.
Still trying to find the clip on her belt as her ears became used to the near silence she raised her head as she heard the soft padding sound of an animal walking closer. There was no way she could’ve missed it, it was right in front of her, yet it was moving closer and closer. Her fingers curled around the curved shape of the clip, she pulled it out of her belt, and went to click it into place. However, before her hand had even the chance to bring the clip to the gun she could feel the terrifying warmth of a hound, as tall as she was, breathing down on her.
Freezing with fright all she could do was take in the scent of death on its jaws, her mind shot back to over ten years ago, she’d faced one of these creatures and lived to tell the tale. The smell on its breath and the harsh rasping sound it made on each inhale made her head flood with images from the night she’d heard her mother killed by one of these things.
Trying to gather he wits about her Ryssa forced her military training to the forefront of her mind pushing out the bad memories and bringing in the ones that mattered right then. She took a step back, feeling unnerved about being in such close proximity to such a huge animal. There was a rush of air and she knew to brace herself ready to feel the great animal land on top of her.
As she was pushed to the ground she felt her head hit the floor, her breathing was hampered and one great paw was pinning her gun to her chest. She couldn’t even shoot the beast; she struggled to breathe whilst its great form exceeded more pressure on her chest as it leant down. A great rasp of air in front of her told her that the hound was sniffing her; she closed her eyes and shielded her face with her free arm.
The biting, barking and growling she had been expecting never came, the blackness enveloped her; the smell, weight and sounds of the beast on top of her slowly trickled away.
Outside the tunnel Lieutenant Matthews was trying to override the security lock on the door they had just exited. Despite orders from other officers to leave the door and get to safety Matthews wasn’t one to leave someone behind. It had been quiet in the tunnel for some time now and he knew to fear the worst. This was a big risk opening the door when a great hound might jump out and they’d never know about it. He had been told that they preferred the blackness of the tunnels although he didn’t want to take that information as true and just have faith that the great dog would run off into the darkness.
There was a loud click in the silence as the door was released, Matthews took a deep breath and pulled back the door. Light flooded the tunnel, it looked so bright in comparison to its usual darkness, the Lieutenant signalled for everyone to stay back as he held his gun tightly in front of him. He ignored the steps into the tunnel and jumped down as softly as he could, his feet landed on the ground with a low crunch as if he’d landed on snow. He looked down at the ground that was illuminated by the greyness from outside, cloaking the ground was a fine grey powder that wasn’t there when they’d exited the tunnel just minutes ago.
It was then that he saw Ryssa lying motionless on the floor a few metres away, she had her gun clutched to her chest and one arm thrown over her face.
Sudden blackness, the door was closed, freedom was gone. Ryssa turned quietly to look back into the depths of the tunnel, the deep breathing of the tunnel hound echoed around the small space, she raised her gun, pointed in the vague direction she expected the beast to be, she pressed the trigger and let a stream of bullets. Finally, her gun clicked signalling that she needed to reload, in the darkness she fumbled for another clip, it was on her belt. There had been no yelp, no sound from the beast other than the low, ominous breathing and now Ryssa’s ears were ringing with the sound of gunfire, she couldn’t hear the sounds of breath but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there.
Still trying to find the clip on her belt as her ears became used to the near silence she raised her head as she heard the soft padding sound of an animal walking closer. There was no way she could’ve missed it, it was right in front of her, yet it was moving closer and closer. Her fingers curled around the curved shape of the clip, she pulled it out of her belt, and went to click it into place. However, before her hand had even the chance to bring the clip to the gun she could feel the terrifying warmth of a hound, as tall as she was, breathing down on her.
Freezing with fright all she could do was take in the scent of death on its jaws, her mind shot back to over ten years ago, she’d faced one of these creatures and lived to tell the tale. The smell on its breath and the harsh rasping sound it made on each inhale made her head flood with images from the night she’d heard her mother killed by one of these things.
Trying to gather he wits about her Ryssa forced her military training to the forefront of her mind pushing out the bad memories and bringing in the ones that mattered right then. She took a step back, feeling unnerved about being in such close proximity to such a huge animal. There was a rush of air and she knew to brace herself ready to feel the great animal land on top of her.
As she was pushed to the ground she felt her head hit the floor, her breathing was hampered and one great paw was pinning her gun to her chest. She couldn’t even shoot the beast; she struggled to breathe whilst its great form exceeded more pressure on her chest as it leant down. A great rasp of air in front of her told her that the hound was sniffing her; she closed her eyes and shielded her face with her free arm.
The biting, barking and growling she had been expecting never came, the blackness enveloped her; the smell, weight and sounds of the beast on top of her slowly trickled away.
Outside the tunnel Lieutenant Matthews was trying to override the security lock on the door they had just exited. Despite orders from other officers to leave the door and get to safety Matthews wasn’t one to leave someone behind. It had been quiet in the tunnel for some time now and he knew to fear the worst. This was a big risk opening the door when a great hound might jump out and they’d never know about it. He had been told that they preferred the blackness of the tunnels although he didn’t want to take that information as true and just have faith that the great dog would run off into the darkness.
There was a loud click in the silence as the door was released, Matthews took a deep breath and pulled back the door. Light flooded the tunnel, it looked so bright in comparison to its usual darkness, the Lieutenant signalled for everyone to stay back as he held his gun tightly in front of him. He ignored the steps into the tunnel and jumped down as softly as he could, his feet landed on the ground with a low crunch as if he’d landed on snow. He looked down at the ground that was illuminated by the greyness from outside, cloaking the ground was a fine grey powder that wasn’t there when they’d exited the tunnel just minutes ago.
It was then that he saw Ryssa lying motionless on the floor a few metres away, she had her gun clutched to her chest and one arm thrown over her face.
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