Writer's Group and that veritable Smoorgasboard...

So, Writer's update! We were considoring personification this week and looked at Sylvia Plath's 'Mirror'. First I did a poem on...well, see if you can guess!
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If I were you I'd be ultimately smart.

With an astronomical memory.

every birthday I get better

Bigger

More...relevant?

I am like an inquisitors gift,

open me up

Find black and white delights fir the knowledge hungry.

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That's all I got for that.

Guess...no?

DICTIONARY! :D So creative I am...

Then we did a little loosening up exercise and did word vomit on the page:

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Primordeal Soup:

Sweet chunks of potato and candy cane,

scrap that. Anyway, pink, white, grey; the rats rainbow.

See the spectrum of inky colours fan across that plastic sheet of fake paper.

Paper, pier, bagels and cream cheese dipped in honey and smoothered in the caramalised homeless.

Tartan, thick warm and scratchy.

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Word Vomit indeed! XD I really don't understand, but it does...kinda...fit together...right?

Anways, next we all had to work on a personification of a pen;

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Mightier than the sword

That's what they call me. It's my title if you must know.

I am elementary, age-old and yet fresh, young. Remixed, new and hip.

Old-school dip.

Slick and...

Think.

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If I am so powerful

Think

What would you use me for?

Good?

Bad?

If every letter I spell, each loop, swirl and line I deposit has the power to kill.

What would you use me for?

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Finally we were supposed to write something personifying an emotion. I chose to do two and compare them, chosing of course---LOVE AND HATE! :D

My original is not all that good, I didn't even finish it, but I am going to rewrite it...maybe put it in the next post, so I'll finish this one on that note and come back to you with the new REMIX.

Oh! just incidently, school has become very...exciting?

Writers- Making an Anthology which will be published.

Art- Entering an exhibition competition down in LONDON!

English (based)- have taken the position as co-editor and fashion department in the brand new school newspaper, publishing begins January.

Textiles- Beginning new BIG project- ergo Nautical Playsuit.

Photography- Practising and gaining material for exhibition.

Jazz Band- Readying Soiree pieces (including 'Respect' Arethra Franklin)

Steel-Pan Drumming- Readying for Soiree also, pieces being 'Deck the Halls' and 'Silent Night'

Youth Enterprise- Readying plans for stall in Leicester, preparing goods.

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Hello! How can one small girl HANDLE all of that?! XD Anyway, rubbish poem then I promise that I'll go! :D

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It manifests and grows.

Spawning and festering in the darkest corners of every mind.

Sparked by spurn, jealousy, anger, misery.

Left to itself it takes over, possesion and power.

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They entwine in places.

That fine line can become thinner.

A net movement?

The membrane of hysteria, chaos.

They meet and mingle and the heady mixture is claustraphobic.

The dance is endless.

...has not finished this...needs rewriting badly XD....

Flip flop, scuba bop, shake it baby don't stop.

BIKINI BOTTOM!

I'm a little confused, I'll admitt, well not confused as such...more...rattling.

My head rattles when I try to squeeze my thoughts into processable paste :/. Like an empty aerosol...oh me.

I don't think I'm cut out for it all. Like, there are protocols and behaviour policies, and don't do this or that because there's a chance that you're out! A game that you have to play for many years before you get the hang of it. Those who do well get paid a wealthy amount for being naturally talented. And those who aren't good enough are left standing up against that playground wall.

You know?

No?

Good.

Ambiguous is what we aim for, down at Tree headquarters :D.

-"Obviously you weren't loved enough as a child." He sneered.

Everyone was silent.

"That's not funny." She said, laying a protective hand on his hunched shoulders.

He raised an eyebrow "really? I thought so."

"Just," he made a violent move forawards and he jump backwards, out of reach.

"Oh honestly, just calm down. Did you ever think that it could be a good thing?" He asked impatiently.

He scowled "How could it eve-"

"THINK." He interrupted loudly, "It gives you an excuse."

"For what?" she enquired.

"Why, for your Social Redundancy." -

Can't remember the rest T__T. DAMN SOLITAIRE!

Good one Tree!

SO!

Um...not really much to update on actually (chase-wise) other than the new twist to my textiles themes. Now we're starting a new project (scarf still uncompleted XD), and I'm -hoping to!- do a playsuit based on....

NAUTICAL!

One of my favourite themes :3....I love my nautical socks!

Anyway, yeah, I've been looking like crazy for nautical clothing for Mood Boards and comparative shops and all that jazz and I find that it's SO HARD to find anything! It's riddiculous...but there you have it :D.

Where's his armies? Up his sleevies!

I haven't got much to say, just killing time here :D.

Have recently rediscovered my amorous love for Maroon 5 with their Spider-Man soundtrack song 'Woman'. Also found new love for Electrocute with their groovilicious song 'Bikini Bottom' which -naturally- is part of the Spongebob Squarepants Movie soundtrack.

Good times.

So, textiles is still hectic but fun as. Practical is supposed to be finished next Friday approx. 8:45 AM . It is currently 02:12 AM Sunday. I have no scarf, only many decorative 'things'.

It looks promising Captain.

However, I made two of the cute white rabbits alive! They're so adorable that I've decided to name them both; Chase and Wally...

I'm going to try and scan them!

Is that healthy for baby rabbits? :D

There's my lost little rah-bbit with his little golden buttons :3.

Not much in the way of White Rabbit and more Peter Rabbit. But then Peter's always been the better bunny.

Bought a new game today, it's mediochre to rubbish really. Nothing in comparison to the Final Fantasy giants anyways. Also had a recent revival of Jade Coccoon 2 madness, despite the fact that the dialogue is diabolical and the game play is incredibly sameish.

Can't you just taste christmas right now?

It's suddenly everywhere and that's great! Especially the new M&S advert, because it makes you feel so warm and fuzzy and 'let's open the presents now!' ish. Next Saturday is Winter shopping in the city day. Ham so excited(ish)! We'll be getting a new Christmas Tree soon.

SOON!

What I really want though is a new pair of socks from Accessorize, bring on the stocking! :D

Incidently, I saw a model in Vogue (Sept/Nov? I forget...) who has exactly the same pair of socks as me (Accessorize)! I actually screamed. First time I've ever seen anything of mine advertised in Vogue before! I think...

It's so cool. I will most likely frame the article and then tell my Grandchildren. Not that there's any danger of grandchildren in the near future to be honest. Woah mama...

Considering my previous post, I can certainly tell that, on the fanfiction side of things, I'm failing spectacularly. I don't even really care :D. Also, I was too lazy to get involved with NaNoRimMo, which is a shame as it sounds really quite cool! But there you are...I AM lazy and I love it!!

I think I'm going to go a play with my body friend now, as he's cool as.

Primordeal Soup *~<3

Writer's Groups again!
And we didn't do all that much...watched some highlights from A Streetcar Named Desire, witnessed a relationship proposal, wrote some MORE self-introductory things and began working on scripts and play-writing.
So, my self thing was;
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I am

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Amused, admiring, amazed

Shy, sharp, spontaneous.

Harmless, helpless and sometimes horrid

Lively, lucky, lost at times

Erratic, eccentric, ever weird

Ignorant, imaginative, irate when irked

Game, grim, girly and gracious

Hearty, high-spirited and hyperactive.

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I am Ashleigh.

(And not many of the above actually apply to me.)

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And then we did a paired script thing. This was a situation between a failing writer and his publisher. The script= cool. The performance?

Nicht sehr gut in meinem meinung...:/

anyways!

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(A figure sits crouched over a small, cluttered desk, a grey light is feeding through the worn curtains. The sound of erratic typing cuts throught the room, stopping often.)

Peter: (Runs a hand through his hair and bangs his hand upon his desk) I hate this. I fucking hate this!

(There is a knock at the door and Peter, midway through standing up, freezes.)

Peter: Shit, Derreck.

(He lowers gingerly back into his seat. The door knocks again.)

Derreck: Peter! I know you're in there!

(There is a scuffling sound from behind the door and the scrape of pottery.)

Derreck: I'm coming in!

(Peter stands quickly and rushes to the door)

Derreck: (opens the door himself) It was under the flowerpot. For a writer, you're not very inventive, Peter.

Peter: I was so involved in the plot, I got sidetracked by the sheer volume of creativity that I had amassed.

(Derreck snorts)

Derreck: Yeah, and I'm Jackie Chan's stunt double.

Peter: I'm trying, alright?

Derreck: Yes, you are. Very. The deadline's next week, you know? No pressure.

(He smirks)

Peter: There's always pressure. ALWAYS with the pressure! (He looks distressed) How about some manners, want a drink?

Derreck: What I want is another 10 00 wrds. But I'll settle for a gin and tonic.

Peter: It's on the house.

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Alright, that will be all!

I have always relied upon the kindness of strangers...

I've decided to take the nonsense notes that are stored on my iPod and turn them into little clippits of scenes in an attempt to get some creative juices flowing...
Also,

=== Since discovering cable television, Draco had become obsessed with it's many channels and veiwing options. Harry found it routine to return home from the office and find the blond fixated on the screen, taking notes and ignoring his presence.
Harry was not about to complain however, as it was simply a matter of personal choice and a habit that was of minor convinience to others; Harry liked to donate staggering amounts of money to charities. Draco liked to watch porn like a soap opera.
It was all relative really.===
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=== "Harry dance with me," Draco demanded, holding out one hand and placing his champagne flute onto the table, where Ron, Hermione and Ginny sat, with the other.
Harry snorted, "not happening", and sat down with the others.
Draco fumed for a moment or so, casting a beady eye around.
"Granger." He sharply called.
Hermione smiled patiently, "I'm a Weasley now, Draco." Ron gave her a pleased look which she returned with interest.
Draco rolled his eyes, "don't let it get you down" he said with a hint of pity. "Dance with me."===
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===Draco had found a comfort in wearing shorts to wander about the house in, on mornings. He would emerge from the room, stretching and yawning blearily, lean on the kitchen doorframe for a moment or so to gather his bearings, and move to the table and demand breakfast.
Harry liked to take advantage of Draco's distracted routine to secretly shrink his shorts by a centimetre each morning. What had started out as a bid to expose more flesh had turned into everyday routine, Harry was interested on just HOW short he could make Draco's shorts before the blond noticed and all hell was let loose.
It wasn't that Harry didn't often see Draco naked, it was just that he didn't see him naked ENOUGH.===
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===Every now and then, Harry's job took him on trips and overseas meetings that would keep him from returning home for days. He had returned, on one occasion, after a grueling week spent in Paris at an endless board-meeting, one day later than expected and rushed up the steps to their house and knocked on the door loudly and anxiously.
He had missed Draco immensely, and so bought him a mountain of presents during his free time to set things right.
He was just bouncing eagerly on the step--- WAIT, THIS STORY DOESN'T WORK T_____T I SPOILT IT....===
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oh that's put me off it all now :/....
how rubbish!!

If it never ends then when do we start?

Vettrianorama!!!

Fetish

Table For One

Back Where You BelongDancer For Money

'Round Midnight

Pretty neat stuff for someone who's never had a lesson huh? Anyway, those are the ones that I like the most, minus one which I couldn't get hold of or something...

So yeah, I like his pictures a lot and would recreate a couple if my artistic skills were up to it.

Sadly they are most certainly lacking!

Right then!

Moving on to now and present (IT TOOK 3 POSTS!! O_____O) my chases for the moment.

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~Electrocute 'Saturn Rings' 'Tiger Toy' 'On the Beat'

~Friendly Fires 'Paris' 'Jump in the Pool'

~Nautical

~Jack Vettriano

~Linolem
~Cake

~Textiles Work
~Photography Club

~Holiday Celebrations

~Russel Howard

~Laughter and 'Moments'

~Social Heirachy

~Murmuring Judges

~Robert Downing Jr. -XD-

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That's all I can think of for now, but the 'Textiles Work' should be in capital letters with flashing lights and twitching arrows...

G'Night!

Xx:DxX

Lamb-bikini...

Don't know what happened with last post, but it came out riddled with extra paragraphing spaces that I DID NOT PUT IN! I actually spent ages trying to delete them to no avail T__T.

But there you have it, me and bloggy just don't see eye to eye I guess...:/

Anyways!

Carrying on, I'll start with...Writer's group! Erm...*must fetch folder* ham so organized...

So, on the theme of Halloween (a week late) we were asked to (list for readings sake):

*Get into pairs

*Decide on Killer or Victim

*Write a dual POV story (short) of murder.

I worked with a guy who decided that we'd do a murder, with his POV being a dwarf with a pickaxe. I loved it so we went ahead and planned my gory, innocent death.

Here's my POV story :)

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Shoo!

A ripping, sucking noise of which I'm not too familiar and a mighty smash.

Did I leave the T.V. on?

It's typical, that as I leave the room after a 12 hour marathon of Eastenders, that the T.V goes and does one on me.

I head into the living room; vacating the kitchen and leaving my hard earned tea to cool. Depressing.

As it turns out, the T.V. is fine. Just as I left it...actually no, switched on. I sigh and turn it off, feeling shifty. It would be so much easier to lay the blame on the cat.

If I had one.

It is, as I turn to leave, that I see him.

A dwarf.

Sorry, "Little Person". Must be P.C.

He's standing by my hoover, wearing full body armour, grasping a pickaxe and looking ratty.

Mildly surprised I ask; "Can I help you? Are you lost?"

I am nothing, if not ever-caring and help-offering. The perfect hostess.

The Little Person looks positively feral and I wonder, did I say something wrong?

That age old question.

This I am pondering as he takes a mighty leap and swings his pickaxe through the air.

It seems that he has murderous intent. And it is with determination that he drives it into my skull.

I would tell you more, but I'm dead.

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Now that I look back upon it, I realise that my story isn't actually all that great written down. But when narrated, it turns out half decent :D. Some of the other stories were really good, those two being Alan's and Clare's. Alan's was plain creepy...:S...

Erm...

Oh yeah! Looking back, I've found another C.W. entry for ya. This one was based on a picture that we were given that didn't relate to our own personality at all. I got two men with brief cases striding across a London bridge. Using this picture we were supposed to write something, anything, from one person in the picture's P.O.V.

I was the bald, short guy at the front;

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It's grey and bleak.

My day that is. In fact, not just my day, the weather too.

I slog alaong, my steps as heavy as my breifcase. People rush past on either side, pushing and shoving with expressions of murderous intent. Extreme discontent.

They hurry by in their sharp suits and shiney shoes, I considor the difference in our lives.

A ratio of happiness.

6:7

I like to hope that I'm the higher; the luckier; the happier.

Troy walks behind me. He's talking fast an furious, crap spewing from between his lips and splattering those in the vacinity. Self-important and overly ambitious.

I believe the term is 'Delusions of Grandeur'...

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And...I didn't finish it off but I figure it's better that way so I never shall! Take that! :D.

Also! -I notice looking back at bloggy- I have nothing about Michaelangelo Caravaggio. I LOVE Caravaggio, and I don't know why...I've just...fallen for him.

Admittedly, it's a pretty one-sided affair, seeing as he's been dead for centuries T__T.

So, he's this guy -who, if he had a movie should be played by Robert Downing Jr. I.M.O- who was raving and painted for churches and important people and killed a guy because he was drunk. He's so mad and whirlwindy that I can't help but admire his typical artistic nature. Genius.

Also, he did a couple of pictures of little boys that a lot of critics say lean towards homoerotic.

GAY UNDERTONE! :D :D.

Such as (my two favourites);

Boy With a Basket of Fruit

Amor Victoris

I love 'Boy W...' the sultry expression on that kid's face is, creepy? Kinda hot? I say kid, I think the model was about 15/6...XD.

Yeah, saying 'Kid' seems a little paedophillic...

I don't know what to think, only that Caravaggio is a little bit legend :).

Another artist that I have currently got a bit of a Chase crush on is Jack Vettriano (currently still alive XD), who is SELF-TAUGHT and paints some pretty tense pictures! I mean seriously...let me show you a picture or two to explain my point...ahem.

Erm...I'll do it in another post XD XD...

Come on Ramone, let's do the bad thing!

Christ, I'd like to confess to leaving the previous post halfway through because I was lazy...

I'm not exactly proud...but there you are. I'll just have to do a really long, mind-numbing post right now. :D

Ready?

Set...

GO!

Okay, so I'll finish off the other post first;

So, her amahzingness kind of inspired me to write my own short, performance poetry piece (WOO!), thus!

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Antithesis.

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She crawls forward

Skin, bones and half-crazed for

fame, a name.

She begs, keens aims to appease as she's on her knees

saying

"Please!"

Raises parched, prune-like palms and cries

"Please sir, can I have less?

Because less is more (or so they say).

And I'm thinking of days

When I'm on the stage

Turning a phrase,

Starting a phase,

Black

Is the new beige."

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In the world today

You're no one until you're a someone.

And to be someone

You need to dream,

See,

Be

The one.

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She's up there with the lights on

The crowds go wild,

She starts to smile,

She's famous for a while.

Then it's gone.

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"Because less is more- more or less."

And she took her final famous breath.

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Also, I forgot to put in a little quote from one of her poems -'RnB'- that I love. It just makes me smile.

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"You've got more kick than red rum,

You're red raw, red-handed, red-hot,

I metamorphose into blue-nun.

You're love lies bleeding, I'm forget-me-not. "

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So! Now that that's all over and done with I can continue on. And I shall do with random highlights from the past...month? XD Oh lord, it's been almost that long?!
For some reason, my inner-child is desperate to start with a rubbish picture that I did a while back of Batman (vaguely) and if my scanner feels like co-operating, I can share it with you..
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There he is! It's (vertically) Batman Caught in a Whirlwind with Half-Formed, Unattatched Cape Surrounded by Unassuming Flowers. That'll sell for loads, you saw it here first!
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Moving swiftly on :D (quick-fire like this is!) I'll show you some pictures from two cake books found for me by none other than Alan Rickman!

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Those books are called 'Pretty Party Cakes' By Peggy Porschen and 'Cupcake Magic' by Kate Shirazi.
And I will leave this post here and go onto a new one for space's sake :D.
Good old space...