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1) Motorcyclists

2) When you put celery in food colouring and it soaks up the colour

3) Edgeworth's reaction to earthquakes

4) Quantum

5) The fact that tortoises have to move their legs in and out to breath.

6) Supergroups

7) Clean bedsheets with clean nightclothes

8) When American's say 'y'all'

9) When someone says 'blimey'

10) Finding a £5/10/20/50 note in a pocket you haven't checked for years.

All of these things make up for the bad stuff that happens, like when people say 'gay' as interchangeably with 'stupid', or that one time Terry Pratchett got Alzheimer's, or when you smash your favourite plate.


clubs and things!


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clubs and things!


]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/10947471/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/10947471/ Mon, 04 Dec 2006 11:39:09 PST OH GOD I'M SO EXCITED.

They keep showing teasers and there's this thing next week where it's how they made it and then Terry Pratchett was all 'LAWL I AM AWSUUUM' and I was all 'I KNOW!!111one!!' and it was maddness!!

Thought I'd get that over and done with before I went onto the other stoofs.

A lot has happened! Weird things, nonsensical things and things that are incredibly sad.

First and foremost, on 21st of December, my soul sista' died. It seems so strange typing it like that; you guys didn't know her, or our relationship, so you can't even imagion how crazy those words are or how hard it is to say them.

She founded the webcomic I mention here. And you can see her crazy face here.

Ptippa Gibson. Love you, amazeface.

She killed herself just outside my house - wanted to be close to me, I guess. It's hard not to feel like she was rejecting me, or abandoning me by choosing to leave me like she did. But I'll never know what she felt like, so it's pointless to try and work it out. I spoke at her funeral on the 2nd December, which was so weird. It's funny, whenever we talked about what we'd say at each others funerals, I always sort of imagioned that Ptippa would be alive to see herself buried.

So that's why I went away for a little bit a while ago. Needed time to regroup while I thought about what I had to do.

clubs and things!


]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/10711024/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/10711024/ Mon, 13 Nov 2006 11:19:24 PST
I'll start being all updatey and stoofs when I'm done clearing out my inbox, 'cause I can't stand to miss anybodies art.

ANYWAY. BACK TO THE GRINDSTONE.

_{right after I get my funk on to the Disney Princess album}

clubs and things!


]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/9914921/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/9914921/ Thu, 31 Aug 2006 04:21:59 PDT I didn't realise I was that fabulous. DevMeet write up follows when I'm not in an internet cafe. Also I'll reveal how I came to leave a suitcase on the M1 (to the red car behind us - sorry!)


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]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/9789106/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/9789106/ Sun, 20 Aug 2006 03:41:38 PDT Listen up, children, to my tale of woe. Next time you decide it'll be a real good idea to take pasta into an exam to keep your strength up, pay head to me and just don't, okay? all that pasta goodness will distract you from the pleasures of your 4 hour exam.

Uh, yeeeah. So basically I completely flunked that English Lit. exam. Maaah. I'm retaking, but I'm thinking about moving to a new Sixth Form (Can anybody say 'Herefordshire Art Specification College?), because I don't think I could tolerate another two years where I am. Also my mother and I are starting to drive each other crazy. Ahh, well. Never mind, eh? could be worse. Two of my friends got kicked out and another one found out his girlfriend was pregnant, so I can't really complain. <3

Seriously, though, the more grumpy my family get (and maaahn, are they grumpy) I force myself to be cheery, you want to know why? I'm so lucky to be alive right now. C'mon, I have money (all right, not a lot, but enough), I am privledged enough to have time for things like Metal Gear Solid, Harry Potter and David Bowie, and above all, I'm smokin' XDD

_{Shh, let me have my moment.}

TALKING OF MGS!

I wish I was as god damned hilarious as Firefly99. >_>

C'mon. You know you love it.

Art dump to follow!

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DevMeet Stoofs.

See for his rather more succinct explanation of things, ktxbye

M'kay, my watchers and random passers by. It's exciting, I know, but, oh, guys, you have to hold it in while I get down to the particulars.

There is going to be a Plymouth DevMeet. Now, you may say, 'Dude, wtf, you ain't good at no organising nuthin' ... WELL YOU'D BE WRONG!! ahaha. Sorry. What I mean to say is that actually It's going to be amazing.

Right now me and the significant other are calling it 'Deviants Are On The Ho[e]', but my brother won't stop bitchin' about how lame that is, so I'll stop doing it.

What I'm trying to say is that I think people should come one and all. Send me a note or comment in this journal if you are interested, and we'll chat. I'm looking for people to suggest things, too, so even if you can't go, hook me up with some awesome idea's of what we can do.

The Vital Stats
(Or what's going down so far)

It's going to be an all ages affair, because I'm 17, look 14 and act 25, and basically can't get into a bar to save my life. I'm thinking an afternoon thing.
It'll be on 28th, folks!
has organised all of it! He has the added advantage of actually being in Devon right now.

What's happening
A hanging out, chillin' affair. Meeting at 11 at the sundial fountain (you know, that thing that's made of marble and when you fall over on it takes you to a world of pain, yes that's from experience ), we'll spend a day walking around Plymouth with our camera's and such, taking in the sites and probably having stimulating conversation about what inspires us in this concrete jungle - *snort* Sorry. I'm, uh, we totally won't just be making innuendo's and talking about food and beer. Totally.

Anyhoo. After this, we'll all be parched, so food is the next thing on the bill! And then more sightseeing. and then maybe I'll tell you guys about the time I got concussion from the giant tank in the aquariam over milkshakes.

clubs and things!
http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/9587154/ Wed, 09 Aug 2006 06:10:47 PDT See for his rather more succinct explanation of things, ktxbye

M'kay, my watchers and random passers by. It's exciting, I know, but, oh, guys, you have to hold it in while I get down to the particulars.

There is going to be a Plymouth DevMeet. Now, you may say, 'Dude, wtf, you ain't good at no organising nuthin' ... WELL YOU'D BE WRONG!! ahaha. Sorry. What I mean to say is that actually It's going to be amazing.

Right now me and the significant other are calling it 'Deviants Are On The Ho[e]', but my brother won't stop bitchin' about how lame that is, so I'll stop doing it.

What I'm trying to say is that I think people should come one and all. Send me a note or comment in this journal if you are interested, and we'll chat. I'm looking for people to suggest things, too, so even if you can't go, hook me up with some awesome idea's of what we can do.

The Vital Stats
(Or what's going down so far)

It's going to be an all ages affair, because I'm 17, look 14 and act 25, and basically can't get into a bar to save my life. I'm thinking an afternoon thing.
It'll be on 28th, folks!
has organised all of it! He has the added advantage of actually being in Devon right now.

What's happening
A hanging out, chillin' affair. Meeting at 11 at the sundial fountain (you know, that thing that's made of marble and when you fall over on it takes you to a world of pain, yes that's from experience ), we'll spend a day walking around Plymouth with our camera's and such, taking in the sites and probably having stimulating conversation about what inspires us in this concrete jungle - *snort* Sorry. I'm, uh, we totally won't just be making innuendo's and talking about food and beer. Totally.

Anyhoo. After this, we'll all be parched, so food is the next thing on the bill! And then more sightseeing. and then maybe I'll tell you guys about the time I got concussion from the giant tank in the aquariam over milkshakes.

_{journal will be edited as new information comes in}

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*muttermutter* since everyones doing it.

v5!!

Hooray! It's finally here!!

I actually quite like it. I also realise that there are a hella' lot of bugs to iron out, but I'm cool with that. I'm like a small child right now, playing around with everything, trying to see if it'll break or not and eating stuff to see what'll happen. Okay, maybe not eating, exactly, but you get the point.

After delving into the dAmn (man, I forgot how scary, random and fun it is there ) for a little while, I get the image that the community is acting just like me and my brother did when my mother got her waistlength hair cut of when I was 10 .

brother: !! Mum!! what have you done?!
Mother: I.. cut my hair. I've been sayin' I was gonna' do it for, like, a year...
brother: I was unprepared!!
Mother: ....yeah. So, what 'cha think?
brother:... *mutter*liked it better before
Mother: sheeesh. Whatever.
voici: I like it!
brother: quiet, you!!

*2 months later*
Mother: so you still hate my hair?
brother: why would I hate your hair...?
Mother: I had it cut?
brother: oh, yeah, I for... ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/9529933/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/9529933/ Sat, 29 Jul 2006 04:30:22 PDT
]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/8659313/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/8659313/ Wed, 03 May 2006 06:32:18 PDT ) I will be locked out until the exams are over. Fun stuff, you know. I also have the same with my email address, only we have a system that on a Friday she'll check it for me and clear it of spam etc. etc. What caring friends I have!

So if you desperately want to get hold of me, you can send me a e-pistle at kgoode @ ke7 DOT co.uk , which I check pretty much everyday.

Apologies for leaving quite a few comments/journals unanswered, but I only have a little time left on the clock and have 363 things in my message centre

It's been fun, kiddas', and I'll see you all in summer. Or winter, if you're Australian, when I've seen Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix and I maybe have a cane, I've thrown pasta at Me First and the Gimme Gimme's, and perhaps I've passed English Literature without having to sell my kidneys on the black market. ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/8363956/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/8363956/ Tue, 04 Apr 2006 13:24:21 PDT
Okay, so I'm not asking for anything particularly grand. I don't want to be a falsetto soprano, or whatever it is women are doing with their voices now-a-days, but to be able to hold a tune would be kind of nice. And play the guitar! Last time I tried to sing and play at the same time, my words got so wrapped around the strings that I ended up having to be cut loose from the choke hold my g-string had gotten me into.

We've known I havn't been able to speak from the day I reached puberty, and my voice started to get lower and lower and lower and lower until ohwaitdidIgivebirthtoagirloraboy came up. (Which I quickly defended with I'm a girl! I'm a girl! I like my breasts!, I'd like to add). I went to a singing teacher for a year or so before he sent me on my jolly way and told me to try and play the recorder instead. (Actually, he said 'Try the block flute, ya?' - because he was German. But that's a different story!). I've been thinking about taking them up again, with a different teacher, because I'm not doing enough with myself lately, just sitting down and eating popcorn, and I get figity when I'm not failing horribly at something. Maybe later. Damn, damn, double damn.

I hate the recorder. I've always hated it. When I was at primary school recorder was given to the girls that couldn't sing. At least I get to say that I got the recorder, and wasn't the kid with the triangle. That would have been embarresing. We got these yellow notebooks to write important notes in. Mine pretty much sums up my mental capacity, as it starts out with all of these rather impressive (for a 4th Year!) notes on my playing order, but then gradually declines. The last note says 'Alex Thompson is poopy and I don't like her one bit' ... stirring stuff. ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/8331677/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/8331677/ Sat, 01 Apr 2006 08:27:51 PST Yes, that's 15 days until the 15th April, whence yon dear ~voici came unto this world.

17 years I have survived without wiping myself of the planet.

I'll be able to get my provisional drivers license! That's right! I can drive a car in 15 days!

I'm going to see V for Vendetta on the 13th, I have decided. Even if it means seeing Dear Stephen in fake-pain.

Also? I finished The Tawny Man trilogy today. Damn you Robin Hobb, you tricked me!! ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/8261026/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/8261026/ Sat, 25 Mar 2006 01:20:37 PST
.... growing up with Monty Python has made me perculiar. ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/8215129/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/8215129/ Mon, 20 Mar 2006 09:20:20 PST Listening to: David Bowie -
Reading: Robin Hobb - Fool's Errand

This will be the last fancy-smancy journal, for my sub will run out.

It has all been wonderful, thank-you, =PootPoot

I am still saving for my Pimp Cane, else I'd rather fancy myself a year long subscriber.

What was that I said? I'm getting a Pimp Cane? YES! Damnit, no matter what anyone says. The major problem is that this shop doesn't ship to England, so I'm going to have to pay for shipping to my Texas friends, then pay for them to ship it to me. When I can afford it.

Oh, but watch out. I'll have my Pimp Cane in time, and I will call it Snakey and I will SMITE THE UNBELIEVERS!!

]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/8187081/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/8187081/ Fri, 17 Mar 2006 10:25:07 PST Listening to: The Cure - Lullaby
Reading: Robin Hobb - Fool's Errand

Happy St. Paddys day, and various stuffs.

And, uh, this comic has been amusing me for the past few days.



]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/8129806/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/8129806/ Sat, 11 Mar 2006 10:35:42 PST Listening to: Frou Frou - Phychobabble
Reading: Robin Hobb - Fool's Errand

Tim - Pah! Jersey. All it is, is one big field with a farmhouse on it.

Me - No it’s not. You’re thinking of Guernsey.

Tim - Oh. Isn’t Father Ted set in Jersey? So, it’s, like, random mansions stationed on hills?

Me - That’s Ireland.

Tim - Oh.

-

Tim - We must be really close to an airport!

Me - Tim, that’s a flock of birds.

-

Me - When I was offered that extra chromosome in the womb, nobody told me ‘you will have to wear stupid shoes that sound clicky but are actual a cruel trick into making your feet bleed.’. I hate that.

Tim -Yeah, well, how do you think I feel? I have to eat this pat of butter.

Me - No you don’t, you chose to eat it because you couldn’t be bothered to get up a make a sandwhich.

-

Overall, Crufts was awesome. I fell asleep after lunch and I had a dream that Stephen Fry threw a cup at me. I woke up making what Tim described as ‘yipping noises’. A lot of people were looking at me, and I was all confused and thought that Stephen Fry was actually at Crufts. Other then that and the random conversations I kept having with Tim (“OMG!! That dog just sneezed! MAKE IT STOP!!”) which made the rest of the press hate and dread us, we did well. He got a free ticket as a press photographer person and I wrangled a ticket as a reporter (“Have you had anything published in the last 9 months?” – Yes, Um. Yeah. ohemgee-they’d-better-not-ask-me-to-prove-it “Alright then, have your Sixth Form send us a letter of confirmation and we’ll send you a pass. –SCORE!), so we got into places other people didn’t.

Met these four adorable white mini shnauzers, which made me wish Jasper and Russ were there. Apprently there are only 13 in the whole of England, and I want one. It has been a while since brother and sister had a chance for such high-jinks, so I am sorry to that presenter who was interviewing me, because in response to his perfectly normal question ‘Is Crufts a special day for you?’ Instead of saying ‘yes’ or ‘no’, I said ‘No, it’s a chance for us to hang loose, it catches us on the high-fly, you dig?’. Well. It made me laugh.

]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/8103014/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/8103014/ Wed, 08 Mar 2006 12:50:47 PST Listening to: Driveshaft (HELL YEAH!)
Reading: Robin Hobb - Fool's Errand
Watching: Y Tu Mama Tambien (not a pervert, not a pervert..)

m vfgruiaout rhgtre (try saying that three times) ... Joe from Harry and the Potters got whomped in the face with a guitar. He's still the biggest cutie (EVA! ), but yes. That's gotta hurt. I once got thwacked with a clarinet, and got the chip on my front tooth that has marred my life forever, and that hurt a lot but a guitar weighs, what? 50 tonnes? So much more pain.

Okay, so maybe not 50 tonnes, but you get the picture.


Also a big ‘zomg it’s my real life friend Yam’ to ~goody2shoesams - She’s teh awesome. Like, really really. AHA! I love her because her name is Yam. That’s all. She’s starting to become a cautious newbie. I have only two rules. Don’t eat her. And don’t eat her.



Stolen from Ptippa's MySpace account.

1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
“A small child. It will be born at the end of our harvest, but that’s”

2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.
Mmmmmm sofa.

3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
Malcolm in the Middle. I loves me some Francis XD

4. Without looking, guess what time it is:
Half past 7ish

5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
7.29, but I cheated ‘cos I know that Malcolm in the Middle just finished.

6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
The Cure!! I am awesome. Yes!

7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
Trekking home from my not so bestest buddah, Hannah. She didn’t give me icecream.

8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
iTunes.

9. What are you wearing?
Bright purple trousers, white smock shirt thingy, and waistcoat. I am warm and toasty.

10. Did you dream last night?
Yes. I had a deep discussion to my mortal enemy about how much we hated one another. We were kindly toward one another. It was strange.

11. When did you last laugh?
Sophie and I saw this really cute kitten, and I said “That cat is so cute I could eat it.” And that launched us into a conversation about how the Phantom would kill me if I did.

12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?
A picture my brother took of a city at night (omgnottheRayBradburynovel), A picture I took of this dancing cat-girl, and five speakers. We like speakers.

14. What do you think of this quiz?
It’s teh shizzle.

15. What is the last film you saw?
Brokeback Mountain. Heeeeeeee was a friend of miiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.

16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?
Stephen Fry. And some peanuts.

17. Tell me something about you that I don't know:
I tripped over today, and when I got up, I had a penny stuck to my forehead.

18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
Everybody would have all the pineapples they could eat.

19. Do you like to dance?
No. I like to watch people dance.

20. George Bush:
Made me skip a day of school so I could protest about him >_>

21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
Nettle. Or something.

22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
Honour. So he’d get beaten up a lot.

23. Would you ever consider living abroad?
Yeah! All the time.

24. What do you want God to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?
“Remember that one time you were walking on that path and suddenly a goat stepped out of nowhere? THAT WAS ME!”

… I’ll leave it at that because I just screamed when The Postal Service came on and my mum threw her shoe at me. Seriously. If she thinks she's getting it back she has another thing coming. >_>

]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/8072105/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/8072105/ Sun, 05 Mar 2006 07:53:40 PST Listening to: The Postal Service - Sleeping In
Reading: Robin Hobb - Royal Assassin

Really. REALLY. Someone stole my fedora in Florence. They literally took it of my head and jumped on a bus. Who does that? really, you crazy italians. GET A GRIP, YOU GUYS. Really.

I feel like I have lost a limb. I'm all a' trembling.

Ah, well. I still have my fifty billion other hats. But not my favourite black fedora.

]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7989637/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7989637/ Fri, 24 Feb 2006 12:06:24 PST
Listening to: Billie Holiday - Miss Brown To You
Reading: Robin Hobb - Royal Assassin
Watching: Spivs

Aha, so, a second ago, I was all 'AH! I HATE ONLY BEING ABLE TO SEE 25 THUMBNAILS A PAGE!!'

... then I realised I could see up to 120 whoops.

Le sigh. My brothers' stock pile of National Geographic magazine is so large I am sitting on it right now. He's going to be one of those crazy old men who collects every single issue, and dies alone, yet surrounded by past news articles reminding him of his frizzled past. A beautiful irony. Wait. Where was I?

Yes. I am sitting on a pile of my brothers' National Geographic. Why? because he broke every single one of our chairs. Every single one. Crazy man, my brother. Don't ask how. You wouldn't believe me. :rolleyes:

My Johari window. You can say nice things about me!

My Nohari window. You can break my soul!

(Yeeesh. All this excitement about having a month sub and it's been, what, 24 hours? and I havn't got dividers yet...)

I'm going to test this whole 'thumbnail' debockle.

- I love this guy. He's such a card!

- It's got nakid women, it's got wiggly beans, what more do you want?

- I have no idea why there arn't flocks of people drawn to this picture.

... don't expect me to do that more then once. I just wanted to know what it felt like

Omg! Official footer! ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7971903/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7971903/ Wed, 22 Feb 2006 13:33:11 PST voici sketch a rings.


On other news, I went to see The Darkness on Monday. . They were, quite literally, teh awesome. Justin had a breast-mobile complete with flashing nipples, I met a girl named Steve, I ate a banana in the middle of the concert (no easy task, I tell you), overall, coolio.


Also? on Sunday, at 1.30A.M, I will be going to Florence, Italy. I shall buy coffee, biscuits and fine bread, and have a rocking time. I shall also take pictures a plenty, because my art teacher will beat me if I don't. ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7889766/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7889766/ Tue, 14 Feb 2006 01:16:50 PST counter attacks all those hearts out there!! ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7789369/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7789369/ Fri, 03 Feb 2006 11:04:26 PST

Fetish girl ( I never asked her name, we met for five minutes in the cafe before hand, and who wore 12" pvc stilettos) taught my opera buddy and I how to say it. We spent about 5 minutes going -

"Sal-oh!-me?"

"No, damn it. Sal-_oh-MAY."

"Oooooh. Sal-_o!-me."

"NOO!!"

Yeah. Fun times.

Also? My arch-nemesis didn't get Luna Lovegood. Ha! She did, however, get put in their books as a possible extra, damn it.

The man on the main harp at the Opera winked at me as everyone went out. Why, I do not know. It might have been because I was wearing a satin shirt, waistcoat, gloves, cravat and top hat. It might have been because my opera buddy kissed the hem of the woman who sang Salome (It's not weird, because she was friends with her, damn it!), or it might have been because we led the standing ovation. Oh, those crazy musicians.

It was good. I am, apprently, an opera fan. ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7752023/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7752023/ Mon, 30 Jan 2006 14:02:50 PST meeting people I should of met sooner, and eating even more pasties.

This year was going to be grand. A wonderful event. We planned to dance, and laugh, and maybe even eat pasties. Sadly, for reasons I cannot gleam, this year has been cancelled (I, as a stubborn mule, refuse to believe it was due to lack of fan interest ). No more Fellowship Festival. Ever. It really is the end of an era.

Ah, well. End of an era, indeed. ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7694217/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7694217/ Tue, 24 Jan 2006 11:20:39 PST
What I find cruel and rather harsh is the total lack of David Levithian books available here.

I do like is the fact my book marker at the moment is =korone's + Training day for Salomon +, and everytime I set it down on the table Richard sneaks a peak at it ^^

However, I am not at all happy with the way Jade Goody keeps telling me to lose my jelly belly. I damn well like my jelly belly, damn it. And no amount of giggling from a silly blonde woman two sizes too small is going to make me start hating it.

You know what I am all in favour of? more people called Niall in this world. I love that name. And the radio playing more Squeeze songs... specifically Up The Junction. And more pancakes. And, for the love of god, a law banning cod pieces. And a little love. That wouldn't go amiss.

Not yesterday but the day before was apprenly the most depressing day of the year. How was everybodies day? ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7656403/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7656403/ Fri, 20 Jan 2006 10:48:19 PST
Le sigh. Cloning humans is illegal.

We had a riot at school. Scary. We had to huddle in the Sixth Form building until it was over

The brighter side of doing school work is that I just got my progress report back and, although I have a 'E' in English (whoops, eheh.) I have an 'A' in art! WOO!

thank you and goodbye.

Edit - I totally forgot!! I went to the Luna Lovegod auditions with a couple of friends and a arch-nemisis (I didn't try out, obviously) and one of the girls got through!! pity it was the one I hated. She was pretty much the same as every other girl that got through, short and blonde and goggle eyed. The two other girls who tried out would of been perfect, I swear. But nooooo. Ah well. It was fun - I was on NewsRound in the background. If anyone watched it I was totally the girl shouting 'Death Eaters Make me Fizzle'. So many pushy parents kept shouting at me for saying Remus Lupin was as gay as the day and someone threw up 3 times in the line, making a sticky mess in the road. Six hours in line and when we got to the end all that happened is photo's were taken and people were sorted into groups, Luna's and Loosers, as someone rightly said. ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7522882/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7522882/ Fri, 06 Jan 2006 01:40:39 PST
]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7486871/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7486871/ Mon, 02 Jan 2006 08:38:23 PST 2) Walk my dog more
3) Never drink chilli vodka again. Owww, my head. >_>
4) Buy more tweed!
5) Find Ptippa’s secret weakness
6) Persuade the love lasagne that violet eye shadow doesn’t suit him
7) On that note, stop letting the love lasagne borrowing my violet eye shadow
8) Make all of those clothes I keep meaning to sew
9) Touch Stephen Fry in places that will make him uncomfortable
10) Pluck up the courage to go swimming in front of strangers in time for summer
11) Work more, get more money, buy respect.
12) Take love lasagne out to dinner so he stops whining that I don’t appreciate him
13) Re-decorate my room
14) Go see Brokeback Mountain!
15) Name my three fishes.
16) Buy a cow boy hat
17) Get round to cancelling my account on ff.net. I keep getting these review emails!
18) Learn to knit in a straight line
19) Stop ironing my socks.
20) Get lots of kisses and looooooooove ^^

How many of these will I achieve or break? HmmmMmMmMmmmm. ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7465574/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7465574/ Sat, 31 Dec 2005 10:15:55 PST
The last day of 2005. I have my party shoes on. I won't be spending the last hours of this year at home, you see, but surrounded by my friends and my mother and my brother. It's how it should be .

I hope everyone here has a lot of fun tonight, and had a happy 2005. ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7419466/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7419466/ Mon, 26 Dec 2005 02:51:11 PST ), Domm, Dom The Female, Dom the Male and Seanie! ... I just realised what strange names my friends do have. )

...

Where was I?

Oh, yes. Boxing day. Today we the English (british... what ever.) celebrate a day we call 'boxing day'. We do no, contrary to the popular believe, sell our children in boxes on this day, nor do we box each other. No, we save that for our weddings .

On boxing day one eats cold turkey sandwhices, plays with ones gifts, whine about one's hang over, and, if one lives out in a country house, go to a duck race.

Duck racing is a fine sport indeed. The idea is simple - 500 ducks, 4 foot deep river. Which duck will get past the perils of the Devon (Deeeeee-von, not Dev-on, thankyouverymuchgoodbye)

....

The race is on.

But who will win? Find out tomorrow when voici reveals the result of her trusty duck '238' or will her arch-enemy '190' secure the lead? ... will he get stuck on a branch? Will he get eaten by a fish? Will the ice trap him? only time will tell! ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7343551/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7343551/ Sun, 18 Dec 2005 08:46:13 PST Happy Birthday, Dear DevianrtArt Account, Happy Birthday toooooo yoooooooooooouuuuuu

What did I do on my accounts birthday? spent money I simply do not have on books and an evening shirt and, of all things, a red-headed wig. At least I look like a breasty version of Aubrey Beardsley

And the book I bought was 'Amphigorey' by a Mr. Edward Gorey. It's in interesting read, let me tell you, and I shall be careful to not die of Ennui in the future.

I went with a friend to our annual christmas bra fitting, and we took a new friend with us, who was a little bit self conscious. So the attendant said we should all take of our shirts and have five minutes of 'jiggly time' to the sound of Gilbert & Sullivan... yes, that pretty much sums up my life.

Thank you, everybody, for making this a wonderful year. Thank you for the 1007 page views (had it really been that many...?) and the 12 watches, the 8 favourites and most of all, for the 135 comments. It all means a lot for this young lady

This was a wonderful year. And there shall be many even better. ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7325805/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7325805/ Fri, 16 Dec 2005 07:57:48 PST toe. Jeeeez. Alright, so this is how it happened...

*Cue memory fuzz*

So I was in bare feet in the drama studio (It's entirely black, so no shoes allowed in case we be scuffin' the tiles, 'yo) and part of my performance is that I kick a stage block over. Only, you know, someone forgot to tell me that the teacher had nailed down the block I usually kick and... weeeeell. The rest is history.

*End memory fuzz*

Been sitting down for the last 48 hours... ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7228742/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7228742/ Mon, 05 Dec 2005 12:13:25 PST . They were straight out of a comic book, I swear. One was drunk as a fool and wet and rainy, the other had eyes that were entirely black.

"Mrs Jones?" Drunky asked.

"Nah. Miss Goode. Ma' is out. I'm the daughter."

"Well, we'll be down the pub 'till 11.30, so we'll call a bit later."

pause.

"You want to come with us?"

Yesh, drunky. I want to go out in the pouring rain with you and your freaky eyed companion who I have never met before, get in your car, on my own, at night.

FOOL!

So. Um. Anyway.

------(I'm so cool, I need a divider to stop my awesomeness spilling)--------

I'll be honest with you. I've been bored. And I'm about to get kicked of my English course. So...

I'm taking a break. I know, I know. It's sad. But I'll be back in a few weeks!

See you on the 18th, Everybody!

_{that means our art trade will be complete by then, if not before, wonderful ~frogpianist90. What a star for putting up with me!} ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7213169/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7213169/ Sat, 03 Dec 2005 15:25:38 PST
That's it. ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7193199/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7193199/ Thu, 01 Dec 2005 09:47:36 PST
World AIDS day. BE AWARE.

Every day the same amount of people die of AIDS related illnesses as the equilivant of three 11th Septembers - or, for us brits, thats four villages worth of people. 8000 people gone, just like that. In the amount of time it takes you to log on to DeviantArt approximately 15 men, women and children have had their lives taken away from them.

You can help, everyone can. Just buy a red ribbon. That's all it takes. A pound, 50p, 20p, anything. Don't buy that chewing gum, or that chocolate bar, sillies.

Tell people. Spread the word. You tell 10 people who buy a ribbon, they each tell 10 people, who all give a £1 for a ribbon, that's, like, £110 already! All that money helping to combat the death and destruction, all that money helping people deal with being HIV-positive.

C'mon you guys. You can't pretend it's not there forever. Sometime in your life you will lose someone you care for because of AIDS, I already have. It's not cool. It's scary.

All it takes is a ribbon. ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7177423/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7177423/ Tue, 29 Nov 2005 14:23:16 PST
On other news.

I spent three hours talking with my english teacher about what he called 'the sudden uproar of sexual androgeny and dandyism', and how he's glad that Oscar Wilde is becoming popular. He thinks its what he would of wanted.

It all started because I was mooning about the place, positively crazy over the fact a book seller sold a book I had specifically asked him to save, the tart, leaving me bookless and alone, and I said something along the lines of 'Oh! If Mr Bearsley were here, that funny red-headed fellow would of PUMMELED that man!!' (He wouldn't of, but my point was made).

---------------------- (This, Fine People, Is A Devider!)

It was the first day of snow today. Also of icy puddles. Also of small children throwing icicles at anything that moves.

However, it also means that the Public School Boys that live in my village (Yes, all four of them) have started wearing their full uniform. You see in the summer it is too hot and they wear untucked shirts and loose ties, but now they're in full get up - the waist coats, the blaizers, the hats and all. Mmmm.

I walked with Seanie (It's very unfortunate that his parents gave him that legal name. It's almost as if they knew he was going to be gay.) home, and he let me wear his hat. I'll maybe get up pictures of our frolicing, if I can find the cable thingy, but I doubt it because I am a lazy young lass.

----------------------- (Another Devider, Yo!)

I have tickets for so many things! The Darkness, Edward Scissorhands The Ballet, The Moody Blues, The Rivals.

It's very creepy. My mother went to see The Moody Blues on her 17th birthday, and I'm doing the same. Not good, not good. She's met them, too, but then they weren't 60 and didn't use crutches

All I need now is to see Mr Bowie, and my life will be complete. I can die, then. But only then.

Phew. ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7110205/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7110205/ Mon, 21 Nov 2005 23:10:28 PST


This is a tag thing from Madame =PootPoot that I’ve been meaning to do for a while.

my name is]: Katherine to Distant Family, Katie to Dear Friends, Kate to Close Family and Loved Ones and K, Kay, Kai, and variations of, to Anyone With A Death Wish (also applies on certain occasions to Katherine)
[in the morning i was]: Watching Lord Of The Rings. The part where Haldir dies, bless ‘im.
[all i need now is]: A nice Chiant
[love is]: like an onion.
[i'm afraid of]: dead spiders. I am afraid of zombie insects. It’s terrible.
[i dream about]: German WWI officers.

You:
-- Middle name: Rebecca
-- Birth time: 2.30a.m.
-- Birthplace : Grantham Something-or-the-other.
-- Last place traveled: Nottingham to buy-eth books
-- Eye Color: Blue. Like an ocean
-- Nail Color: Black.
-- Height: No idea. Short?
-- Zodiac Sign: Aries
Describe:
-- Your heritage: English, I think. England has been raided so many times, however, it could be anything.
-- The shoes you wore today: My big ol’ comfy slippers that are like knitted moonboots.
-- Your hair: Long and brown. Sometimes curly, sometimes straight.
-- Your weakness: Mashed potatoes
-- Your perfect pizza: thick, thick base, with a barbeque brown source dealy instead of tomatoe, lots of cheese, lots of meat.

What is:
-- Your most overused phrase: “Never Surrender!”
-- Your thoughts first waking up: “Mrrrrrrpppphhpurple.”
-- Your current worry: Cripes, am I gonna’ finish in time?
-- Your plans tomorrow: do a lot of work.
-- Your best physical feature: I rather like my eyes.
-- Your bedtime: If I’m working anywhere between 8p.m and 1a.m, if I’m not anywhere between 10 and 11.30

You prefer:
-- sunrise or sunset: sunrise
-- gore or horror: I loves me some gore, I’m afraid
-- eastside or westside:
-- stripes or polka dots: Stripes!
-- Planes or trains: If I’m going somewhere nice, a plane, If I’m just travelling, train. I’d never take a train to Scotland, damn it.
-- metal or hardcore: meh. Either.
-- Pools or hot tubs: Pools. But wouldn’t say no to a hot tub 

Do You:
-- Do you think you've been in love: I don’t think so, so that would be a no.
-- Want to get married: Maybe. Depends if I find a person willing to put up with me kicking them in the middle of the night
-- Type w/ your fingers: Never!
-- Like to take baths: Depends if I’m chilly or not.
-- Get motion sickness: Used to, thankfully I grew out of it.
-- Like talking on the phone: Kinda. Sometimes I don’t have a choice, I mean, I’d rather talk to people face to face, but if they’re in Cuba it’s just not possible.
-- Like thunderstorms: I love them. I’m such a child when either the power goes out of it’s stormy.
-- Play an instrument: The clarinet. Badly.
-- Workout: Siiiiigh.
-- Like reading: Too, too much.

Favorite:
-- Body part: Lips. I am a lips kinda gal’. Give me a nicly formed pair o’ smackers over the neatest thigh anyday.
-- Kind of fruit: Any kind. I love apples and mango the most, however. Then grapes. Then passionfruit. Then papaya. Then naval oranges. And so on.
-- Music to fall asleep to: The Beetles.
-- Car: Too young! Too young!
-- Number: 18 or 21. Or 22.
-- Thing to do: Finish my art project
-- Color: cranberry or perkin.
-- Food: Gnocchi!

The Future:
-- Age you hope to be married: I don’t know. Over 30 if at all.
-- Numbers and Names of Children: Edith, Albert, Martha, Joseph, Caroline, Victoria, Victor, the really old kind of names is what I like the most.
-- Describe your Dream Wedding: Where I get joined in the eyes of the law to the one I love most.
-- How do you want to die: E... ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7064010/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/7064010/ Wed, 16 Nov 2005 13:43:34 PST
Been thinking about doing crazy things. Like, something I've never felt I've had to do in 3/4 years of realisation, something that is scary for me for no reason at all, because doing it will change nothing. Friends think I should. Other half thinks I should.

Hmmmm.

I mean - why now? Stupid, stupid. That is all it is. It will change nothing. Seriously - why?

It's all about a ... deed. A certain deed. It's all about who I am - everyone knows it. It's almost as if, when I say it, It becomes real. A real problem.

Hmmmmmmm.

Gawd, I'm so angsy today. ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6967956/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6967956/ Sun, 06 Nov 2005 06:44:18 PST
When the doctor gave me the painkillers ready to sew me up I asked if he would give me a general, because I knew that I would have a panic attack if he started stitching in front of me did he listen? nooooo. So when I woke up again he had put a material screen thing to stop me from seeing

So I now have an ouchy on my thimb. It looks like a shark bite, I'm just that cool.

A friend of mine went to Bali. I recently got the pictures - she saw a throne on top of a flat world on top of a tortoise. The photo's were on my doorstep with a note attached. "The two of us, Caroline and Linda. Dolphin dancing, turtle tipping and a laugh was had by all!"

She went from Heathrow to Kuala Lumpa (love that word..) and then onto Bali. There were only 30 on a 350 seater plane!

We go on holidays with one another, little, long weekend trips, and we worked out it would acually be cheaper us going to Bali for the weekend then it is us going to Disneyland for the weekend, which is our usual plan.

-EDIT-

I forgot! I hope people had a happy Diwali. I know I did!

(And Bonfire Night, I suppose. Mm. That's good toffee.)

But, as I pointed out - you don't see many StarTroopers in Kuala Lumpa... ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6880692/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6880692/ Thu, 27 Oct 2005 09:21:34 PDT
Everybody jiggles when they are naked. I'm sorry, but it's a fact. Unless you want to have weird inhuman super tight skin and be unable to bend arms and legs, you aren’t going to stop your hoo-hah's doing the tango when you look in the mirror after a bath, so you might as well come and sit down and stop doing those damn press ups in front of me. I have carrot cake - we can share.

At while we’re at it – accept a damn compliment. You have great, funky hair, we all adore you, and to top it all of you have rather magnificent buttocks (And don’t think we never have a sneaky peak every now and again ) Nobody will think any less of you if you agree once in a while that those fuck-me-palm-tree-pumps were an awesome find and they suit you to a Tee, so do it. Knock of the 'Oh, it's not that great..' and embrace the word 'Thank you', even if you don't agree. We won't think any less of you - the collective 'we' that is all of your friends, you know the ones, that love and care for you and will continue too as long as you love yourself equally.

I'm glad we had this talk. ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6816767/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6816767/ Thu, 20 Oct 2005 08:00:08 PDT
First, I got propositioned (oo-er) for an art trade by the rather magnificant ~frogpianist90, which is astonishing as I have often wondered why anyone would want my art. Will wonders ever cease? Probably not.

Also it's the second time now I've commented on and faverite-ed a picture only to find a day or two later it's been made a DD. Obviously great minds think alike, or I'm just awesome. The latter I like to think.

As well as the trade, I'm doing an entry for =holycat69, a christmas card for this new project thing-y that is happening and a live bake sale for Fair Trade. Yeah, that's right. I'm going to be baking with Fair Trade products in front of people. That'll be fun, for sure. I know I'm going to feel like someone on the Shopping Channel.

Ask me a question, tell me a lie! ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6775903/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6775903/ Sat, 15 Oct 2005 15:15:55 PDT This is like going to take a breath, only having it taken away by the wind. Or trying to smell something when you're by the sea. ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6717122/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6717122/ Sun, 09 Oct 2005 00:30:41 PDT PootPoot, you really made my gravy

Purpose: Tell us 20 things about yourself and tag 6 others to do it.

I tag.. =holycat69 ~peaking-saint *DamagedGirrl ~Ran-neechan ~Shishkamoosh ha ha! You're It!!

1. I'm a crazy, crazy, Silmarillion fan. I have four copies of it, two of which have been signed by Royd Tolkien. Why, I had them signed by him, I do not know. Probably because he has an awesome name.

2. I wear glasses, and one of the lenses is just glass, no prescription, so technically, I could wear a monocle.

3. I have 17 hat's and four wigs, yet I have decent, long, curley hair.

4. I have an obsession with Bill Oddie. Not bird watching Bill Oddie, 1960’s pot smoking beatnik Bill Oddie.

5. I am the only person in the world who likes aniseed.

6. I have a tendency to fall in love with paintings. At the moment it's a fellow named Charles Fitzroy, who hangs in the National Portrait Gallery

7. I like jazz music very much

8. My heroes are Stephen Fry, Terry Pratchett, Alan Lee and Bill Oddie. Scary.

9. I have been called a 'pixie' by Terry Pratchett.

10. I have been blessed by Helena Bonham Carter (the Corpse Bride). When my mother was pregnant with me, they were friends while she worked on a film at Belvoir Castle, where we live. Not in it, obviously. Next to it.

11. I go to the same school that Graham Chapman went to. It makes sense - you have to have a sense of humour to survive it. Or a really sharp knife.

12. I was born in a car. O_o

13. I have set fire to my toaster 3 times. I'm not allowed to toast things anymore.

14. I fell on top of Alan Lee, and hurt my knee really badly. I now bear a scar from that, which is called ‘Abegnego’

15. I used to write really bad fanfic. Really bad. I have an account on Fanfiction.net!

16. I am appaling at maths. Really, quite bad. I got a D for maths GCSE, but I was expected an F, or an E at the most. I did, however, get a 6 in my Year 9 Sats, so I think I used to be quite good.

17. I used to ride horses a lot (a proper toff, all right.), but then one day a horse bucked me of and I got really scared of them. I know! Lame! But I was a small child at the time.

18. I have 103 personal books, that I have bought with my own money. I’ve had a job for…. Three years now… hmm… 103 divided by three… about 34 books a year. I have ‘pretty much’ read them all now.

19. I have 23 ‘scented tarts’. They are basically smelly wax that you put in a wax burner so you can stink up your room with whatever tickles your fancy, but I can never bring myself to burn them. They smell really good. Too good.

20. I like paella.

Well, I feel like a great burden has come of my shoulders. ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6586640/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6586640/ Sat, 24 Sep 2005 01:32:09 PDT it's a new liiiiiiiiiiiiife, fooooooor meeeee! And I'm feeeelin' gooood!

Really, it is. Overrun with coursework already and it's only been two weeks back at school. And, to make it worse, because I leave the house at 7:15 and get home at 4:45, and winter's coming in, I'm starting to not see my house in daylight anymore, so I've been taking advantage of having sunlight in the morning and afternoons' to go sketch-a-rooing and hang out with friends ect.

So that's why I havn't submitted much (anything). But! wait there just one second! I'm doing a project on Christo and Jeanne-Claude, so I have many, many photographs of all of the things I've wrapped. I'll most likely have the people-wrappings up soonest, mostly because those one's are awesome. You'll see my amazing wrapping skills. Also, I found out that the girl who I wrapped yesterday (I didn't know her, she just turned up and said 'I heard you were looking for people to cover with material and tie up with string') has a pretty awesome scanner, and she's agreed to scan some things in the next free period we had. So, things are looking brighter, for me.




Verbal Vomit Starts Here.

Which brings me pretty neatly onto the fact that things arn't looking that bright for Steve.

Steve was born in germany, then taken over to england when he was two. His parents are south african, and he has a passport there, too. He's also got a british passport, because that is, of course, where he grew up. Steve(n) was my first sleepover pal, my first crush, my first best friend, and three years ago he moved to Houston.

You can probably see where this is going - about 17 hours ago he rang me. Well, his mother rang my mother, and then we got a quick talk, too. They couldn't evacuate in time - if they tried, they would have been in their car when Rita hit and that would of equaled, pretty much, death, so they duct-taped the windows, took in all of their stuff, put mattresses in their closet under the stairs, and stocked up on water and food and basic needs. He sounded pretty worried, and I'm pretty scared. We're getting news reports from the TV, and it has apprently just hit the coastline. I don't feel like they're going to get hurt - after all, Steve's family is incredible wealthy, and they only have to worry about their lives. They can rebuild in an instance, because they have four houses at their disposal (one in England, in South Africa, Germany, Canada). It's the poeple who live in the rickity-houses on the outskirts of Houston that I'm worried about.

When we went to visit them a few years back, the wooden shacks (and that is, quite literally, all they were. We arn't use to the idea of living in a wooden house, the closest thing to rickity we have is ranky housing estates and living on the streets) looked like they could barely stand up to a shower. So I'm trying not to worry about Steve, partly because I'll go mad if I think any longer of him and his family sitting in a broom cubboard.

Siiiiiiigh.

What's even worse is that they had a family living in their house, too. Luckily, they left a day or so ago, apprently, so they don't have to worry about them.

We have the money ready to go over at christmas, anyway, so we can help them clear up and so on.

Verbal Vomit Finishes Here





In a nutshell, it'll all be fine, I'm sure ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6430546/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6430546/ Tue, 06 Sep 2005 09:38:27 PDT
O, Claire. YOU HAVE FAILED ME. ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6396313/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6396313/ Fri, 02 Sep 2005 10:46:32 PDT
So hope goes out to you guys, in the heat. I've given all I can, and will try some more



My first day at Big Girls School was, ya know, wonderful. I get to have a WHOLE DAY doing only what I want to do. Spent most of the day sitting around in the sunshine, warming up, winding down. I'm a big scary sixth former now, and have found a new way to make the year 9's & 10's get out of the way. Instead of getting angry and making Bob Have Words With Them(tm), you say big long words that scare them.

"I know that you children are taken with decedence, but do you so have to dawdle?? I have an auto-mobile capable of transporting many teenagers to villages far beyond your petty town, and it waits for NO MAN!!"

They get out of the way damn fast, after that. ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6366537/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6366537/ Tue, 30 Aug 2005 06:30:55 PDT
And then, instead of punching me like any other person would of done, he helped me up, drew a detailed picture of Galadriel for me, gave me a hug and used his Power Of Being a Star to get a photograph with some of the actors.

Did I ever tell you how much I love Alan Lee...?


And let me tell you a story. It's about a girl and her small obsession with the man who plays Haldir.

Everytime I have met Craig Parker (the guy who plays him in the films) I have done something to embarress myself at the Q&A. I have asked a question that will either put me on stage, or giggled at. This time it WAS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. I planned, and planned. What question was it not possible to get laughed at..? and then it struck me.

So proud, I went up to the mike, with my dear friend Pippa, who is sometimes Gandalf. Today, however, she was not.

"Hello, Mr Craig." I said. He looked at me. I looked back. "Would you like a pretzel?"

Mark might have said something, so might Joel have.

He confirmed that a pretzel would rather hit the spot. I gave him one. It was in a silver box.

He held it up high. "ICH BIN EINER PRETZEL!!" He shouted, for all to hear.

He put it in his mouth (very brave, I have to say.) and stuck his tongue out at me, and then went "Oh. OOH!" it was a GOOD PRETZEL!! I mean, really. He made that noise - you know when you take a bite of something you think is gonna be disgusting, but then it's one of the best things you ever did taste? Heh heh, voici does make a mean pretzel.

Then he saw the little badge at the bottom of the silver box that Pippa must of put in while I did other things, as he pulled it out. "I have a badge that says 'HALDIR LIVES', Mark."

"PUT IT ON!!" Pippa almost screamed.

"It's awesome," He murmoured. "But you know he's dead, right?"

We both broke into tears, and got laughed at by 800-1000 people, damnit. But he jumped of stage and gave us kisses and hugs, so it wasn't that bad.

If I find a place that will host video's, I will put the one of us going onstage up.

O! and of course, Billy Boyd. HE'S SO SHORT.

I mean, really, really short. He's shorter then he looks on TV. I am taller then he is. Katy (who is sometimes Rosie Cotton, but that day, was not) is shorter then he is, but that is to be expected, as she is very, very, very short. I hope she doesn't read this. He admired how many letters I have in my name, and told me how much his legs hurt. A lot, apprently.

Oh, also I met the owner of [link], which is a rather popular site. So har-de-har-har to those who wanted to meet her, and I did and I don't even go on the site! she's wonderful.

[strong]So in short - Alan Lee doesn't mind if you throw yourself at him, Craig Parker is, by his own admission, a pretzel, and Billy Boyd is very short and his legs hurt.[/strong] ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6323590/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6323590/ Thu, 25 Aug 2005 09:51:27 PDT
That's all that to be said, under the circumstaces

I shall now go a confirm with my school that I will be attending lessons to do with Fine Art, Theatres Studies, History and English Literature.

Ta-ta!! ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6230567/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6230567/ Mon, 15 Aug 2005 02:24:33 PDT
I hate the fact that sooner or later, I am going to have to get dressed, finish my hot beverage and do something constructive with my time.

And you? ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6140234/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6140234/ Fri, 05 Aug 2005 09:12:33 PDT
And the language they speak?

No one knows, but it includes a lot of 'Why, aye, man!'

So, obviously I won't be checking DevArt.

I'll be spending god knows how long in a small room with nothing to do but throw my shoes at people from my bedroom window, shouting 'JUST SAY SOMETHING I CAN UNDERSTAND!!'

(this is, of course, coming from someone who is half cornish and half cockney-ish.) ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6111503/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6111503/ Tue, 02 Aug 2005 10:54:10 PDT
Picture the scene.

I was eating toast.

My brother turns to me.

"Yo. You know you're dribbling blood?"

"Well, shit."

So I got an emergancy booking at the dentist and it turned out that another piece of my tooth had disapeared from my life.

So it got filled.

Never. Trust. Dentists.

"Now you'll just feel a little scratch."

Yeah, Dr I-Like-To-Cause-Pain. If scratch means "Giant Sabre Injection".

Arg. My entire mouth is numb, and the only thing that is stopping me from hurling my keyboard at Harry is the fact that I know he'll throw it back.

Never. Trust. Dentists. ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6096824/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6096824/ Mon, 01 Aug 2005 03:24:19 PDT ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6054853/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6054853/ Thu, 28 Jul 2005 05:16:29 PDT
And someone is watching a pirate copy right now, in the room opposite me, and I can hear random lines from the films, and bursts of laughter. But I won't back down. I'll wait 24 hours 'till I can see it 'legit. God, I'm so strong. I ought to get a medal. XD ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6036778/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6036778/ Tue, 26 Jul 2005 06:03:21 PDT Oliver Beene

Hmm. This requires some thinking. ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6019454/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/6019454/ Sun, 24 Jul 2005 09:06:34 PDT
Update!

So *ahem*. Just gotten back from the CLA Games Fair, which is for any of you who don't enjoy firing lead and drugs into animals, the largest shooting/hunting/&c. fair in all of Olde Englandshire.

And it was really, really wet.

The first day was pleasant, and I shot a semi-automatic shotgun. Yeah, baby, how'd you like THEM apples? It's so powerful. *fans self* We had decided that yesterday was the Day Of Progress, meaning that we checked out all the equipment, hats, whips, various things like that, making my life just a little easier. Of course, I avoided the Country Side Alliance and their petty arguments.

I don't agree with fox hunting. You simply cannot justify it. Hell, I'm fine with you loading up a tranquiliser gun and going after those sneaky critters, just don't chase them for miles and have them ripped apart by dogs, silly people.

I *do* like horses, though.

ANYWAY!!

Today was just appaling. rainrainrain. It was the Day Of Food And Tasty Junk, and I bought dried Cherries, venison, water buffalo, bison, danish pastries, welsh pasties served to me by an english woman of vietnamese parantage, liqourice, and so much more that I cannot remember. Oh! and some caramel. Mmmm. Of course I'm not going to eat it all, silly. I'm going to put it all in the freezer, because then my brother won't steal it all. Yay!! You know, the only meat I didn't see there was peruvian guinea-pig. I would of like that. XD

Met a dandy horseman today. Unfortunately I was soaking wet, so I didn't make a good impression. I had chosen a velvet jacket and a floor length ruffled skirt so I looked quite the soggy dog. He didn't seem to mind, though. Let me stand under his umbrella while we look at dried fruit.

Oh, yes. Romance in the dried fruit stand. The next best seller.

So that brings me to sitting soggily here, wet and alone. Well, not alone. My soggy dog is laying on my feet under the computer desk, and my brother is trying to find where I hid the liquorice.

I will, you know, try and keep updated. I have a hundred things in my message centre to try and sort out, and it's a terrible bore. But I'm keeping strong! I will prevail!!

An amusing annecdote concerning geckos! I was on a trip to Italy with school, and my friend and I were asleep in our beds. Looking up, I saw a gecko on the roof. This isn't unusual, of course. gecko's are a' plenty in Italy, but it was right above my friends bed. She was sleep, and I didn't want to scare her, but I didn't want it falling in my bed while I was asleep, and I couldn't sleep, knowing there was a reptile two metres above me.

So I got a broom, and I poked it.

It fell down. Obviously.

My friend never forgave me, and she now has a rather unrational fear of the creatures. But I will never forget how funny it was watching her running around, screaming in the hotel with this poor little gecko sitting atop her head. I could tell it was thinking "Alright, a second ago I was sleeping peacefully, wtf? why am I on this girls head?? WTF!!"

AyaCon is drawing near. Harry is cosplaying as L. Gooooooood. He didn't read Death note in very much detail, and he isn't quite as obsessed with it as I am, but meh. I'll pimp out his body to others. He won't mind.

L is easy to cosplay as. The only thing we're struggling with is his hair ^_^; it's just that hard.

For any of you who read all that, thankyou. I needed to get it out of my brain.

~The Most Wonderful And Lamatable Kate.

Oh, and sorry if I misspelt geckos (or whatever it is ) throughout this journal. I'm a little hyper right now, so you'll forgive me XD ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/5873374/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/5873374/ Fri, 08 Jul 2005 02:07:19 PDT
PIRATE NINJA PENCIL CASE STICKY TART FACE! ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/5867257/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/5867257/ Thu, 07 Jul 2005 12:49:15 PDT
My dear, dear Pete.

Thankyou to the man who carried him out of that tunnel. We were going to meet, you know. In Covent Gardens, later today.

I wish people would stop calling, stop asking me. I'm not dead. I'm not one of the many, and I'm fine. I made it home, while my friends didn't. Others didn't; there are empty spaces.

I love you all so much, I want to hear from you.

Next time I promise it won't be like this, Sophie. We can watch 'A Mid-Summers Night Dream' togethor, and laugh, just like I promised.

Dom, I'm fine. 'We' as a group, are fine. No bruises. You didn't know who I knew. You have nothing to miss.

How can i describe the sight?

What am I feeling? disgust? sorrow?

Anger that I am so helpless, that i'm sitting here, whole and unharmed, while people watch the space where there loved ones used to be.

I won't forget. ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/5791769/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/5791769/ Wed, 29 Jun 2005 13:39:44 PDT What?! who told you?? I am PURE!!

B - Band listening to right now:
The Carpenters

C - Crush:
Eddie. My GAWD! that guys is hot

D - Doing right now:
Trying to read the final Gravitation installment () AND type.

E - Easiest people to talk to:
People holding books

F - Favourite bands at the moment:
Hm. I don't know.

G - Gummy bears or gummy worms:
bleh. neither.

H - Hometown:
Bottesford. More of a home village, really.

I - Instruments:
Clarinet.

J - Jokes? know any good ones?
(I added that one myself after realising it was an alphabet quiz ^^)
Okay. What is all sticky and stick like and stuff and stuff like that?

A..a...a.. big pizza pie!!

K - Kids:
None. Not yet. Unless Pippa's gone and got me pregnant again.

Oh! wait! I remember! I have a egg called Princess Sky Snowball Weathermoonbeam or something like that. when I was younger we had to make eggs and carry them around all week without breaking them, thus showing that if it's so hard to keep a piece of shell alive, imagion how hard it was looking after a bag of flesh and muscle tissue.

I made sevon of them all identical, so people would think I didn't keep sitting on them.

L - Last person you were pissed off at:
Alex, for stealing my strawberry tart. Oh, Alex! Why did you steal my tarty goodness?

M - Madly In Love With Which Color:
Maroon. My entire wardrobe is maroon.

N - Nicknames:
Kate, K, Kady, Kade, and so on and so forth.

O - One wish:
That everyone who has a waist size under 28" to walk around naked.

P - Phobia[s]:
Strawberry pips (they're UNNATURAL!!), cats (I wuv them, with all my little heart, but am scared to death of them! I blame my evil cat that hurt me when I was a baby, personally), horses (same with cats, except that I got bucked of a horse when I was 8)

Q - Favourite quote:
"I do *not* smile like a happy salmon!!" - Reminds me of Jon-chan.

R - Reason to smile:
I'm wearing a 7 layered petticoat.

S - Song you sang last:
R.E.M - Losing my religion.

T - Time you woke up today:
6.00a.m, I had to catch a bus into Nottingham to see four of the most beautiful peices of art I will probably ever see.

U - Unknown fact about me:
When I was 8 I tripped over and speared my eye on those robin hood arrows with the suckers on the end, only it wasn't the end with the sucker. I still have trouble sometimes seeing out of that eye (it gets blurred easily) O.o - but nobody notices, 'cos I wear glasses anyway.

V - Vegetable you hate:
I'd have to say... nothing. I have yet to try a vegetable I don't like.

W - Worst habit(s):
speaking non-stop crap, and ignoring friends problems.

X - X-rays you've had:
My second biggest toe is paralysed, and we had it 'rayed to find out why. Turns out the seconed joint is positioned higher then is the norm, and it means I can horrible cramp in my feet if I strain them too much. Ouchies! I means I also failed my green belt exam in karate, as I got cramp half way through and had to have meds.

Y - Yummy food:
Noodles and those hot dogs that come in a can. Can't have too many, though, 'cos they are fatty!

^^ just kidding, go and gorge yourself on them.

Z - Zodiac sign:
Aries. I always get stuck with the bloody sheep. Harry always sticks up for our sign, saying that 'it is not a sheep, but a noble ram', but piffle to that! It IS a bloody sheep.

Stupid sheep.

That was pilfered from a random deviant I found in PootPoot's diary comments, but she lives in Nottingham so I thought that she's better get to the Castle, fast!

Thus I told her.

I'll add her name in here for all of you to see if I find my mouse (it's cordless and I dropped in under the computer ^_^

I'm..so...tired. So tired I can't feel my legs.

Oh... ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/5781991/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/5781991/ Tue, 28 Jun 2005 13:27:34 PDT
Or my friends 16th who I havn't seen for ages and only just invited me 2 hours ago. And I get to wear what ever the hell i want to.

Oh, choices choices.

What do I do? The responsible choice, or the happiness choice?

On another note, I've got my grandfather grumbling in my ear. My uncle went out to watch all the Ha-Ha-We-Beat-Your-Silly-Napoleon celebrations tonight, and left my dearest grandpapa behind because of his blindness and moodyness. So he rang us, all the way up here.

"Oh, I don't know. He waaaz my great-great-great grandfather, why couldn't I go? And I waaaaaz in the Royal Navy, I was, and yur Uncle Rhys was only in the Merchant. Went ta' Japan, he did. Went to help them japs'. I went to Singapore, with yur mother, ah, she did love it there."

"Mm hm. I know, and you drank green tea and learnt not to trust the media. I'm sorry, Granddad, but I have too-"

"And I hear there are all these fancy fireworks. I like fireworks, don't I?"

And on and on and on and ON!!!!! ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/5741241/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/5741241/ Fri, 24 Jun 2005 04:55:35 PDT
6.06a.m. Ric's mate Dave rings up.

"We lost our wellies. It's getting pretty bad, but it's probably going to blow over."

"Lost? how did you do that?"

"We sold them a minute ago to the guys next to us in exchange for something bubbling in a bottle. We're pretty sure it's alcohol."

6.15a.m. Dave rings up (again)

"I wish we hadn't sold our wellies. We've improvised, though we're all still pretty wasted. I'm wearing plastic sandwhich packets wrapped around me feet tied up with Sarah's hair bobbles."

"What about Sarah's hair?!"

10a.m Hadn't heard from Ric for a while; I figured that everything was cool and they were just listening to the bands or some such. Listened to Chris Moyles and heard how no bands were playing and it was getting chaotic. I tried to ring him up and didn't get through. He had put up his tent on the side of a hill, so I supposed he was cool. I got through eventually.

"Fucking hell, Kate!! There was a flash of lightning and now there's a fucking hole in the ground!!!! There's no power and our tent is GONE!"

"What the fuck do you mean, gone?!"

"We abandoned it. It got way too waterlogged, and now we're sharing with Sarah. Some unlucky bastards tent literally floated away, it was on the flat ground. I... I don't have any shoes..."

"Put me onto someone who isn't about to cry."

"M'kay."

Then I got cut off

Five minutes ago.

"he-......oak.....thunder!! nothing left!!! ...................dear. Right?!..... waterlogged."

I think he must of dropped the phone in the water, or he was sitting underground.

So. Anyone know what the hell is going on at Glastonbury? ]]> ~voici http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/5710142/ http://voici.deviantart.com/journal/5710142/ Tue, 21 Jun 2005 01:39:29 PDT
Mood: where are my shoes?
Listening to: Rainbow Connection
Reading: Merrick - Anne Rice
Watching: Killer Shrews

List five songs that you think are insanley spiffy. It matters not what they are, where they are, how good they, or even if they have words. They just have to be songs that make you want to throw a speaker down god (or any other deity's, for that matter) gullet with joy.

1. Rainbow Connection - The Carpenters
2. Flows - Takagi Masakatsu
3. Hello - Sugarbomb
4. Forever Lost - The Magic Numbers
5. Old Piano - Frou Frou

Pfft. ]]> ~voici