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THE RULES (It’s really very simple):

1. Select a deviation. This deviation has to be a personal favourite, or mean a lot to you in some way, and it can’t be your own work.
2. If you haven’t already, add the deviation to your faves and leave a little heartfelt message.
3. Scroll down the list of comments for the deviation, and pick one. It could be random, or you could select it based on the deviant’s comment/icon/name. The important thing is to pick something that stands out for you.
If the deviation doesn’t have any other comments, look at the faves// look at a different piece of work by the same person// look at the comments on their homepage.
4. Go to that deviant’s page. Look through their work. Take your time. When you have looked through their gallery, select the image you like most.
5. Add the deviation to your faves and leave a little heartfelt message.
6. Scroll down the list of comments for the deviation, and pick one. It could be random, or you could select it based on the deviant’s comment/icon/name. The important thing is to pick something that stands out for you.
If the deviation doesn’t have any other comments, look at the faves// look at a different piece of work by the same person// look at the comments on their homepage// look at their faves.
7. Repeat steps 4 to 6- it’s up to you how many times, but have a set number in your mind- I like to do this for 10 deviations.
8. On your last deviation, regardless of what it is, add the deviant to your friend’s list.
9. Post a journal entry, detailing ‘The Features Game’ (and crediting me, if you please), as well as featuring the 10 deviants and their work.

Could it BE any simpler?!?!



Here is my example (in association with deviant-ARCADE:
find great features and share art with your *deviant-ARCADE web-ring) :

1. ‘welcome 24’
2. ‘the hen glance.’
3. ‘The Good Old Days:
4. (who had no deviations, so I picked from her faves)
5. ‘.Rosso’
6. ‘gli impermeabili’
7. ‘SuGar’
8. ‘color’
9. ‘.. ID Winter ..’
10. ‘Flowers-Cup’




Previous Features:
http://Little-Miss-Ginger.deviantart.com/journal/16487059/ Sun, 20 Jan 2008 09:00:09 PST

The work in the club gallery is so varied and beautiful and there's pracitcally something for everyone.
It also includes work from both professional and unknown deviants, and because its well-known it helps unknown deviants become.. well, known.

So, that is all really.

Much love,
Ginger

]]> ~Little-Miss-Ginger http://Little-Miss-Ginger.deviantart.com/journal/15460478/ http://Little-Miss-Ginger.deviantart.com/journal/15460478/ Sun, 11 Nov 2007 08:19:16 PST
I'm also clearing my previous journal entries and shizzle soon, 'cos I wanna start again.

I’ve applied to quite a few clubs and enteed some contests, to try and get into the whole community spirit. I have’nt really head too much from the clubs though. Oh well.

I’ve also been trying some new stuff- photomanipulation, drawinh, landspcaes. It’s been fun, and any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

I am going back to what I know best, though, and new collages + photos will be coming along shortly.


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Very Proud Member of:



Much love,
Ginger

]]> ~Little-Miss-Ginger http://Little-Miss-Ginger.deviantart.com/journal/12451962/ http://Little-Miss-Ginger.deviantart.com/journal/12451962/ Wed, 04 Apr 2007 02:53:37 PDT Well, I've had an interesting day- I've been to the NEC in Brimingham. Now, don't get your hopes up- I didn't go to a concert or a fashion or anything. Or no- I went to a Doll's House Convention.
My Mom got a big blue doll's house for Christmas, and we haven't heard the last of it since. Every single Tuesday, she goes out with my Nan (who got a Doll's House too) to the doll's house in either Wellington or Newport and spends ridiculous amounts of money on minature furniture. It's kind of ridiculous, considering she would'nt let Conor collect Warhammer, which is basically the same except you play games with Warhammer and doll houses are just there to look pretty.
So far, she decorated a mini kitchen and a mini living room, and is just looking for 'the finishing touches'- hence our expedition.
I left the house in my usual 'Detective Chic' outfit- jeans, Converse, top and jacket. We took the people carrier and picked up Nan and Granddad and went on our way, whilst I worte my latest short stroy and listened to music on my MP3 in the back seat.
We took the shuttle to the exhibition halls and began our hunt for small accesories. Conor complained about being hungry from the very second we got there- as per usual.
The exhibition took up one of the halls- it was pretty big, actually. The guys and grils split off, and Dad, Granddad and Conor managed to get around the whole hall twice in the amount of time it took Nan & Mom (with me in tow) to get down 2 aisles. Lets put it this way- Nan spent an hour at one stall, poring over tiny cushions. Tsch.
I must say, you can buy mini-everyhting there- houses, shops, bars, dolls, dresses, garden furniture, conservatories, food, clocks, bottles, carpets, paintings, bookcases- EVERYTHING.
Despite this, I was majorly bored. There are only so many stalls of tiny curtain swatches you can lok at before you're so bored you could eat yourself. I was pretty close to eating myself, mamaging to distract myself only by locating the bathrooms, drinking Cola and catching up with the males.
FINALLY, Nan & Mom decided they were finished (having amassed £50 worth of little furniture betweent them), at which point we went to dinner at a restaurant somewhere just outside of town. I had some really dry butterfly chicken and the only thing that didn't contain chocolate on the dessert menu- vanilla ice cream.
We then stayed at the Grandparent's house another good hour whislt Dad tried to fix Grandad's modem connection or something. On the plus side, Grandad's given us a state-of-the-art, digital view finder, anti-shake, auto-focus, extended lens camera. Downside: due to my clumsy tendencies, Dad is going to cover it in bubble wrap and make sure I never ever touch it.
How long do adults take to things? We've been moving at comatose speed all day- spending hours languishing over expensive small accesories, taking hours over bad meal, wasting time inspecting computers. I don't like things to be slow- they need to be fast-paced- constantly moving with momentum and ambition, constarnyl on the ball, doing all sorts of things, seeing colour, doing something memorable, trying something new. I know Grandad likes the same sort of thing (and has the money to furnish it), but he tends to have to use a wheelchair outside of his house, because he has serious respiratory problems.
We got home eventually, and my stomacxh has been in agony ever since. I tried curlign up, and I'm hoping I can sleep it off.
XXX

]]> ~Little-Miss-Ginger http://Little-Miss-Ginger.deviantart.com/journal/12348931/ http://Little-Miss-Ginger.deviantart.com/journal/12348931/ Tue, 27 Mar 2007 11:31:45 PDT Yesterday was the MCR gig and my friends wil not SHUT UP ABOUT IT.
Izi, Lorna, Ru, Bowman, Alex, Elle, Roxy & Joe all went to see My Chemical Romance- I disowned Izi for the day, becuase I hate them and thing Gerard Way can't sing and they're generally very depressing and/or crap. Apparently it was brilliant and none of them died (surprisingly). See, we have a scale:
Pop: You'll enjoy it (if you're strange enough to listen to pop)
Indie: Mild squishing, but yeh, it doesn't matter.
Louder Indie, Punk-Rock: Squish fest.
Emo: There's a good chance you'll die.
Thrash Metal/ Screamo: You're going to be beaten, raped, eaten and only THEN will they kill you.
Alternative (MEEE): You will be painted purple and worshipped as a reincarnation of a llama. Yaay.
MCR pretty much fits in around the fatal squish fest marker.
Anyway, Izi and Alex cocked up the whole lift system, 'cos Izi decided she wanted to go by train (even though she siad she'd give lifts to people) and Alex's parents aren't in the counry (even though he said the same thing). So, Lorna's Dad had to squish an extra person in the middle seatbelt.
Anyway, last night the plan was that I would deter The Turnip Formerly Known As Loverboy becuase is would pretend to get off with Lovebug (using that wierd trick with your little fingers) at the bus stop just as his bus pulled away, and Izi (who was on the bus) would shout 'OH MY GOD! THEY'RE SNOGGING!' Izi being the overly-loud Drama Queen she is, she was bound to get his attention, and voila, no more Loverboy. Well, that was the plan, but Izi skipped Chemistry so she could get the bus on time, and the bus left before I got into town.
Bowman and Izi went on the bus, and they saw Loverboy, and they agree that he really does look like a Turnip, and apparently has a scarily gay voice. God, this boy is going down in my estimation quickly.
Now, we have to use Plan B: Ignore him completely.

]]> ~Little-Miss-Ginger http://Little-Miss-Ginger.deviantart.com/journal/12336247/ http://Little-Miss-Ginger.deviantart.com/journal/12336247/ Mon, 26 Mar 2007 12:48:28 PDT Ok, it is official- the world think's I'm in love with it. Well, I've got a newsfalsh for you, world- You suck.
It has been going on for months now- there is a total boy drought here in the Englsih countryside. I have been through nearly every guy my age I know in this town- and I'm not even kidding.
I'm one of these stupid types of people who really loves guys. I love the flirting and the intimacy, but I always screw it up bad. And, my recernt predicament has led me being flirty with just about every guy I know- and, what happens when you flirt with immature and/or arrogant guys? They automatically assume that you want lots of their children. Grrr...
Take Loverboy, for instance. Ok, he was cute. Really cute. But now, I'm ont interested at all- the cuteness and the novelty has worn off. There's only so long it can take for you to say 'Hi' to me after I've turned you down before I naturally wonder onto pastures new. Unfortunately, there are no pastures new- I've ploughed my way through all of them. Ploughed. Excuse the pun.
Anyway, os just becuase I'm not attached to somebody else whilst I'm around him, it must mean I'm interested- it was cute when he smiled at me bfore, but now it's just sort of annoying, particularly since he allegedly doesn't like girls. If you're listening, Loverboy- go away.
And then of course, there's Harry- 13-year-old-up-and-coming-Astin-Villas-Juniors-Harry. Harry who is convinced I'm in love with him after I gave him the time of day on holiday (because I'm far too nice to males, see above). That was last July, and he hasn't given up on thinking I fancy him, still. He instant-messaged me tonight asking (AGAIN) whether or not I'm in love with him.
My quick and witty reply was:
'FOR THE LAST BLOODY TIME, I DON'T AND DIDN'T FANCY YOU!'
His reply; 'Suuuuuuuuure.'
Grrr.
Harry, if you are listening- go away also.
All I want is somebody to spend a little time with. Someone to flirt with. I am longing for somebody to listen to me and believe me and accept that I'm not my usual ditsy, optimistic self at the moment.
And my friends just don't understand- they think I'm being immature or moody. Well yeh, I'm stressed. I'm allowed to be, aren't I? Even my own parents aren't letting the fact I'm miserable of the hook. Apparetnly, I'm not stressed (even though the Doctor says so. Go figure.) Friends and Family, if you're listening: go away as well.
Leave me alone for two minutes so I can do my one thing for myself today and have a large cup of tea with lots of sugar (tea is recently off the menu, becuase of it's horrendous damage to teeth, but it's about time somebody cut me some slack- even if it is just myself).
XXX

]]> ~Little-Miss-Ginger http://Little-Miss-Ginger.deviantart.com/journal/12305334/ http://Little-Miss-Ginger.deviantart.com/journal/12305334/ Sat, 24 Mar 2007 04:33:36 PDT Ok- if there was any doubt I wasn't over Loverboy, the final blow came today.
So, I was late for school, and made no effort to present myself, huddled up in my grey coat and ran to the bus stop. Guess who I bumped into on the way? Loverboy. Only, I didn't recognise it was Loverboy until he smiled at me, because he had his haircut. And oh, what a haircut. He looks like a turnip. My giggles were almost overwhelming, but I managed to supress my hysterics until he was safly out of earshot. Oh. My God. Why the Hell did he do that? He was so cute before. Oh well- he won't be bothering me again, that's for sure.
But, now I'm back to square one- there is nobod in this godamn town to flirt with. Since chocolate triggers off the same emotions as sex, and I've given up chcilate for Lent recently, I really need somebody to flirt with. No chocolate AND no guys? This is actually a from of torture in some lesser known countries. Oh well- it's only 12 days until I get my chocolate fix re-instated, anyway...
My firends honestly don't see why I put myself through it every year. It makes me fidgety and exhausted and miserable, but I kind of see it as my duty. You see, I am a very, very bad Christian. I don't go to church. I blaspheme without thinking. I only pray when I need something, like a good test result or a date or health or friends or family. Lent is my way (as well as being religious at Christmas) of sying that I am commited and that I'm really trying not to take my religion for granted. See? I can be a good Christian occasionally.
Oh yeh- I was really pleased with myself today, beucase I scored a try in tag rugby. That might not seem like alot to anyone else but A) I'm a co-ordinational dyslexic and generally crap and sports and B) It was the only try me team scored. That was worthy of a small victory dance. I know all the chavs and sports freaks in my year think I'm a complete freak, but honestly, I don't care.
My one thing for me today was I fully moistured and tanned myself, then lay on my bed to let it all sink in for an hour and watched CSI. I went to bed feeling totally lazy, but relaxed.
XXX

]]> ~Little-Miss-Ginger http://Little-Miss-Ginger.deviantart.com/journal/12305250/ http://Little-Miss-Ginger.deviantart.com/journal/12305250/ Sat, 24 Mar 2007 04:17:49 PDT As a part of my quest to majorly de-stress, I ma following Mom's advice and doing something each day for myself.
The first thing that sprung to mind was food- I absolutely love food. I'm picky about it, but if I like it, I LOVE IT. I can't get enough of it. I snack and eat and think about food all day long. I've even taken to dreaming about food. I love eating out, and cajole my parents into taking me out to a restaurant regularly. I can't get enough of Italain, or salad or fruit or vegetables or cake or expensive chocolate or fajitas or ice cream or fish or chicken or fruit juice. I have a majorly huge sweet tooth, too. The Germans would call me a Naschkatse, which literally means Nibbly Cat. Anyway, back on the subject- I love food and I am always, always hungry.
I was starving all day (even though I had fish & potatoes for lunch) so when I came home, I made myself a picnic- it consisted of mainly crackers and chicken and tropical fruit juice and nectarines and apples and lemon cake and a nutty cereal bar. I ate it on the rug in the midle of my living room and it was pure bliss.
I also ate a couple of spicy chicken fajitas for tea, and (as I usually do once I've had enough to eat) I went kind of hyper and ended up in hysterics over the fact my Mom can't say 'Borat' and she had a major go at me. Tsch.
I got the afternoon of timetable at school at well because I'm in the school play. I was the main part, but I got demoted to Narrator when I was off with a throat infection (thanks once again to my wonderfully crap immune system). We're doing a version of As You Like It by William Shakspeare but adapted to be set in the 50's. Don't ask me how that wroks, becuase it doesn't. Bascially, in our version, there's a boxing match and some people get banished for no apparent reason and then go into a forest dressed as men and then fall in love and dress as women again and then decide to all live in the forest together. As I said, no sense.
Anyway, it's been a pretty good day- and I am enjoying this whole 'me, me, me' thing =]
XXX

]]> ~Little-Miss-Ginger http://Little-Miss-Ginger.deviantart.com/journal/12243983/ http://Little-Miss-Ginger.deviantart.com/journal/12243983/ Mon, 19 Mar 2007 10:54:23 PDT Happy Mothers Day!
I got up early and fished Mom's card out of its hiding place in the back of my cupboard, wrote a little poem in it and went next dor to poke Conor.
He was, as usual fast asleep. When he finally woke up, it turned out he'd forgotten to write anything in Mum's card, so I fetched him a pen whilst he slowly rolled out of bed. Once that was done, I made a cup of tea for Mum and a coffee for Dad and went throught to the garage conversion where Mum's room was.
We bought her a conservatory for her doll's house, but she already knew about that and had tidied it away somewhere. She eventually found it, but not before I'd been banished to my room with no TV to tidy my floor. And the my desk. And then under my desk.
It took me 1 and half hours to get it all done, ut then Dad decided it didn't take long enough and told me to tidy my drawers. It's so unfair jst 'cos I'm efficient and don't move like the living dead like Conor, I have to do more work! I pointed this out to Dad, and now I'm grounded for even longer. Greeaat.
In the afternoon, we went swimming, becuase Mum loves swimming and it gave me a good chance to test out my new green bikini. It turned out when we got their they'd got us in for the toddlers & parents swim. It was pretty empty, so I just spent the time lying on my back on an orange float in the peace & quiet, watching snow drift down outside.
It was fun, but when I got out, I had pink eyes from the chlorine and polystyrene rash from the float, so I had to wear cream on my stomach all night.
I washed up after dinner and told Mum I loved her several times before going on the computer & then settling down to watch Grey's Anatomy.
XXX

]]> ~Little-Miss-Ginger http://Little-Miss-Ginger.deviantart.com/journal/12231195/ http://Little-Miss-Ginger.deviantart.com/journal/12231195/ Sun, 18 Mar 2007 10:51:32 PDT Once they'd gone, I got up and had breakfast and watched some TV. I quickly ran in the shower after an hour and got dressed. I then went in to town to by some more glue and a perfect card for Mother's Day. I found a cute one with a pair of monkeys on the front.
When I got home, Mum told me Emma had called and to ask me where I was, 'cos I was supposed to be having lunch with her in town(you might've noticed by now that Emma has a habit of springing thigns on me at the last minute). I vaguely recollect planning to go to lunch and go back to her house to watch 'Paris When It Sizzles', but it was a really crap plan, so I assumed it wasn't happening. By this time, it was too late to catch them in town, so instead I turned my concentration to cutting & sticking things into my journal, and watching Saturday television.
At 3:30 we had to go out or a Mother's Day meal with a jumble of my relatives, so I slipped a dress on, brushed my hair through, aplied some mascara and left.
My grandparents, Uncle, Aunt, and my cousins turned up. I sat with my elder relatives whilst my borhter & cousins went outside to play. I had salmon for tea, and had to have a strawberry sundae for dessert, becuase everything else on the menu contained chocolate (which I've given up for Lent).
Afterwards, said goodbye to my cousins and headed to my Grandparent's hosue so my Dad could fixz their modem. Mum isn't comfortable with going in to the Grandparent's house since she fell out with Granddad.
We stayed for an hour so I read and talked to the Grandparents. We got home into the first few minutes of CSI:NY and I went to bed once it was done.
XXX

]]> ~Little-Miss-Ginger http://Little-Miss-Ginger.deviantart.com/journal/12214461/ http://Little-Miss-Ginger.deviantart.com/journal/12214461/ Sat, 17 Mar 2007 02:56:59 PDT I didn't really see anyone of interest though, so I spent most of the day wearing the jacket- the top does have a tendency to ride low at times.
Fortunately (or unfortunately for me) I was distracted from my top issues by the fact my French teacher had just announced that I had to my presentation.
Oh my God- I had completely forgot, I didn't have my speech, my cue-cards- not to mention the fact, I hadn't actually learnt any of it.
I reached around in my pocket and found a used dance show ticket that would have to do cue-card wise. What was I going to do about the speech? As all actresses should knows, I was going to improvise.
I could feel my knees going numb as I sood in front of the class, looking panic-striken and just knowing this was never going to work.
"Mon emission preferee a la tele est une serie Americaine qui s'appelle CSI: Miami. C'est un serie inspiree par...." I heard myself begin, at a surrpsingly fast pace. There were tenses, characters, sets, history, plot lines- all somehow flowing out of my mouth within about 2 minutes. It was bloody good French- like somebody had tatooed my speech to my shoes.
After it was done, I practically ran back to my seat. Lovebug & Lorna took the dance show ticket off me.
"This was your cue card? How the Hell did you do that?"
"It's CSI: Miami. It could talk about it in an language."
After that, I was in no mood to talk for th rest of the day and blushed whenever anyone talked to me because I'm so tongue-tied. I wanted to go straight home after school, but Elle was in town until 5:30 because Schmo had to stay in school, so I promised to stay in town with her for a while. We went over ot the bus stop and my male for the bet was there in army uniform (?). But, I was completely distracted by the fact somebody had shoved something that was on fire into the bin and smoke was pouring out. My & Elle ran across the road when the fire engine came, found Tim and dragged him across the road, but by the time we got back to the fire it had been put out. I decided then was a good time to go home.
The situation with Tim & me is that we went out for 3 weeks last summer, and I dumped him and realsied I still liked him. He's still kind of awkward around me and I wish he wasn't, becuase he's so ace.
I watched Comic Relief until 11:30 ast night, but I missed the Mighty Boosh =[
XXX

]]> ~Little-Miss-Ginger http://Little-Miss-Ginger.deviantart.com/journal/12205210/ http://Little-Miss-Ginger.deviantart.com/journal/12205210/ Fri, 16 Mar 2007 11:17:36 PDT So, Lovebug is going late-night shopping to buy her Dad something for his birthday tonight, and to do so she's going to Telford- on the smae bus that the love itnerest gets. So, Lovebug, Elle and myself shall casualy wait at the bus stop, whilst Lovebug and Elle make alot of noise, so we get noticed.
As soon as Izi found out, she wanted in.
"No!" I disagreed quietly.
"WHAT??!!!" she screeched, drawing herself up to her full height (and she's quite a bit taller than me when she does this- she only appears short becuase she slouches).
"I said no," I quietly muttered, practically burying myself into my textbook (what can I say- she's scary!)
"And why not?!?!?" she asked, crossing her arms.
"Because last night you made a sham and a mockery of the McNulty-Holmes name." I explained, in a rational manner.
She sulked for a long time afte that and said that I had told her that I didn't like her beucase she ruined EVERYTHING. No wonder people think I'm a drama queen...
Anyway, Elle and Lovebug didn't make any noise whatsoever, so the whole crafty plan thig didn't exactly go well. Aah well.
In other news, Elle has herself another guy- Rowley (her old itnerest) has barely been snapped up by Alice the Craphead before she swiftly moves on.
His name is Schmo, he's the year above us and he likes her/ thinks she's pretty, but wants to get to know her first, so they're meeting up on Friday. She doesn't want to meet him on her own, so I've been hired as the spare part at the wedding, as it were. Greeaat.
It was my brother's school play tonight, and I went to watch it. He was M in Double 0 Welsh, a spoof of James Bond- he was realy good. He is a natural born actor- afterall, he was born into a family of drama queens. His firend, Tiny, palyed a waitress and had to wear a dress, blonde wig & fake breasts. He was scarily convincing.
Today hasn't really been eventful as such- I've just been wondering around in my usual state of bemused half-awareness. I can't wait until summer- sunshine always picks up my mood.
XXX

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