While still avoiding homework, I did some general lurking. I believe I found a new cause for me to support. For those who know me well, you are aware probably that I tend to avoid buying cheapened book in supermarkets and large bookstores and prefer to support the small book shops.

Well here's a newspaper article that supports my cause and in a way adds a new dimension to it.

For those of you wondering why didn't you get a happy birthday, the one below was automated. He, he.
Went dress shopping today. While there got myself an eye check up, as my glasses seem to have a less and less effect. Found out that one eye got worse by 500%. I'll now will have to wear glasses while driving. My eyesight is now, I believe -1.25.
That's quite a shock, I've got to tell you. Brought two sets of glasses, one for school (more stylish), and one for traveling/drawing/photography with bigger lenses and an UltraClear Coating.
Got up to page 48 (?) on my ScriptFrenzy. The passion is gone. Shame.
Drowning in homework as I only began doing any of it this Wednesday. Also does anybody know what I have for Phycology, I've got a note in my diary saying I've got homework but I haven't got a clue what it is.

PS. just try'd on the dress I wore to my Primary School Leaving Dinner. 4 years on and it still fits. People, you didn't miss much, I still look exactly the same.

Happy Birthday...

Happy Birthday Rowan!!!

Saw English Creatives Today.

All were good, but some deserve mentioning.

Mitch's was good. Naturally. Loved the song. And the messed up menu. And ill-timed Monty Python, and the protesters images. Liked a lot of things.

'Dear Mr President' because I know that song. And like that song, and the images served it perfectly.

Anya's just clicked. Her song was "War is Over" the Christmas one. And it just worked. Because other people? Some spoke grand things, but things that we don't feel -things that I don't feel - hers took the same topic but with a different approach. An approach that worked for me.

It made me want to laugh. Not in an amused way, where everything's fine and the sun is shinning and whoops! that man just slipped on a banana. But in a way that makes you want to cry, but crying admits defeat, so you laugh. Laugh in hacking sobs and true amusement and with the knowledge that you're trapped without hope and there's no way out and fighting a losing battle is a really really stupid thing to do. But desperation and hope, are powerful things and you laugh because what else can you do? The fate is already sealed. I know that laughter. The laughter of opression (I guess). I know it well and intimately, because somethings? They only get dulled down and never truly fade from people's memory.


All were good. Some just worked for me.

I shall probably fall of the electronic map for a while.

A hush settles over the crowd
PERSON 1
(reverently) It's beginning!

It was a warm day, which makes me assume it was either spring or summer; summer I personally suspect, as the event was for children so either a weekend or a school holiday. The Lab (MSSL- Mullard Space Science Laboratory where my parents worked) was having a children’s science day; young children mostly. My mum was one of the organizers/helpers and wished me to come along. I dragged a friend, J. One of the things we could do was a treasure hunt, for planets I believe. Each planet had a specific colour marker next to it, in which we needed to mark of our finding. Having done that, and with a barbecue yet to begin we began exploring.

Now before I continue, I believe a background setting is important. MSSL is set on a hill among sheep farms. The building used to be a private boys school and some of such assets have remained. (Like the old wooded sweeping staircase, football field and outdoor swimming pool). The actual research facility was modern, but adjusted to the atmospheric surrounding. But in places the old school was left untouched.

And so, as I said above, we went exploring. More precise I gave a guided tour to my friend. One of the places I showed was odd to say the least. It was a tiny toilet on the top floor. Nothing fascinating by itself you see, but it had a window that led to the roof. You can probably see where this is going.

We sneaked past a scientist next door, and got inside the small room. Now I told her that I already climbed out of the window before and naturally J wanted to go on an Adventure. With a capital A. We locked the door. Unlocked the window and made sure it wouldn’t close and trap us outside. And climbed outside onto the roof from a toilet window. I would love to excuse our actions on young age, but we were in high school and from my memories about to go into Yr 9.

This part of the roof was actually a small courtyard. No actual plants, but a small walk way of a fire escape, still shining metal, but dusty and spider-web covered in misuse. The walkway lead to the next building in a bridge-like fashion, and then later turned and led towards the ground. The bridge part, had large wall rails so they were easy to hide behind if we kept low.

Surprisingly there were pebbles on the roof (or at least they were, we may have went down and got them from the path below). I’m not sure how we reached the idea but we ended up sitting on the bridge and throwing pebbles if anyone passed by – to scare them off/ or did we pretend to be a ghost?- We also tied a red ribbon that used to be in my hair, onto the rails flay in the wind. We probably thought it would appear to be spooky.

And then we talked undisturbed.

I just had an earthquake. A very minor one. But the house shook. It shook. I felt it. My first earthquake. My initial reaction? Again! The walls moved from side to side. The walls moved!!!
Did you have an earthquake?

I'm in the mood to write. Just am. So going to write about books. (Don't look so surprised! If you're reading this you know me well enough.)

Book 1. The Mystery of the Blue Train by Agatha Christie (Finished)

"In an Empire where rats ruled, he was the king of the rats."- pg9

"It was raining, not violently, but with a quiet, well-bred persistence."-pg327

""The squirrel, my good Georges, collects nuts. He stores them up in the autumn so that they may be of advantage to him later. To make a success of humanity, Georges, we must profit by the lessons of those below us in the animal kingdom. I have always done so. I have been the cat, watching the mouse hole. I have been the good dog following up the scent, and not taking my nose from the trail. And also, my good Georges, I have been the squirrel. I have stored away little fact here, and little fact there. I go now to my store and I take out one particular nut, a nut that I stored away - let me see, seventeen years ago. You follow me, Georges?"" pg296

You know it's good writing when you pick bits to remember for later.

Book 2. Was Napoleon Poisoned? and Other Unsolved Mysteries of Royal History by Peter Haugen (unfinished and will probably remain so)

Sounded interesting. Got it out of the library. Haven't gotten past the introduction but currently it sound much less interesting.

Book 3. Watchmen by Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons (unfinished)

On the First Chapter. I left it for a day. Didn't remember names. Damn. This is the type of book one needs to read in one go. Double damn. It thick and I'm not good with graphics novels. Plus Rita wants it. (Well she cant have it, it's mine for three weeks and she read it already.(I think I'll give pretty soon don't you?))

Book 4. Tales of an Urban Werewolf: Howling at the Moon by Karen MacInerney

On chapter 7 or so. 1. I likelove this author. She introduced me to 'cozy' mysteries with her first series, so I was very glad when I saw this book on the library website. So far, not as good as the first series which is a great shame. The third book in that one came out but the library is yet to get it. (This author and her first series are on my 'personal library' list).

Despite all that. It's still good on the whole-or at least so far.


Book 5. Freedom of the City by Brian Friel. (unstarted)

Ok, so yeah I haven't read it. I've been away. And you really don't want to know the amount of books I read in Russia. Lemme do and approximation count:

Ahem. Looked in my Diary Found the Following Poem:
The dark night settles,
Her frost-ridden cloak,
Crunching the armchair .
Leg over leg, hair flapping back,
She smiles at the circle around her.
"I'm here, aren't I?"
Dawn, in her little silk dress,
Waves her feet in the air
and smiles her baby girl smile.
Twilight, snaps her filed sharp teeth
and flicks chapped nail polish.
"We could do with out you..."
Midday is asleep, snuffling slightly,
and the rest carry on
with their own affairs.
A day's gone by,
-and another begins.

I really should keep track of what I write. Should try the idea again.Found some other snippets of poems. Not writing them down.
So books: 15. And that's the ones I remember, and have written down + finished (and I also didn't read the first two weeks there). So school books? Not that much time.

Watercolour Pencils

Because I was feeling slightly inadequate with all these art geniuses I decided to experiment with portraiture and my watercolour pencils. Looks better in real life and from a distance so probably will photograph tomorrow.

I am tempted to ask you to guess who this is, but I know that it is doubtful that anyone knows. This is Captain John Hart as portrayed by James Marsters.