Zuko *squeeee*

Let's drool over this beautiful screenshot...

-Hannah

P.S. What, you expected more?

OMFG I FORGOT!

It was the one year anniversary of this blog on the 4th of November.

*sniffs* They grow so fast.

That is all, get back your lives!

-Hannah

I believe the term is: OWCH MA @!#*ing knee!

We had PE today. It was absolutely fine, we were playing in the sports hall (which had one of those classic school hall floors) and we were playing badminton. More accurately "Around the World", which is when you hit the shuttle and run round to the other side and get ready to run up and hit it again. About 10 people play on one court and you have three lives.

I'd already won one game and had lost one life in the second one. I was running toward the other side when I fell over.

It was bad enough that I was holding a racket, and I'm sure anyone who's ever fallen over with a racket knows what I mean, and may hand was throbbing for a minute. But the rest over my body was hardly "well off". I skidded for about a metre along the floor, bruising my right leg and getting a burn on my left knee, before colliding with the wall.

Pretty much everything has stopped hurting except for my knee. It's rubbing against my trousers (and I'm not wearing anything shorter that my knee: it's cold!).

So, that enough of the self-pity fest, I hope you all happy and that you haven't collided with any wall recently.

PINCH PUNCH *twitch* *twitch*

It's December 1st, and everyones getting ready for CHRISSSYMASSS!

...

Like they haven't had enough time to prepare already, some shops put out christmas stuff IN AUGUST!

Eh hem... sorry about that.

At least in the run up to christmas you get an ickle chocolate each day.

If you buy and advent calendar.

Update on everything! (apart from the universe, the state of the economy and the increasing price of petrol)

First things first: MY BIRTHDAY!

For those of you who don't know (hopefully a lot, though I'd like some one to actually read this blog I don't want stalkers either) it was my birthday on the 25th.
I had a brilliant day (it sucked that I had to go to school though) and it was definatly better than my last birthday...

I had to have a jab on my last birthday, on of those new cancer ones, and I went first as well! (gosh the girls in my class are wimps, IT DOESN'T HURT!)

Second update: Professor Layton and the Pandora's box.

Let's start with some background, so you'll be impressed.

Date started: 25th
Date finished: 28th
Total time taken: 9h 30mins
Puzzles found: 110
Puzzles completed with full marks: 110
Extra trunk features: Hamster (complete), Camera (parts assembled, pictures in progress), Diary (9/12), Tea Set (5 ingredients, 10/26 people helped).

HELL YES!

There's still a lot to do, but I think it's a good start!

One note: Why are the ending always rather depressing? They make you think so deeply about things, and you really get attached to the characters.
I did notice a reccuring theme between the village in the first one and the village in this one. If you've played both then you'll understand what I mean.

Now I can't wait until the next one: TIME TRAVEL (ohhhhehhhoohhhh)

If you own a DS and enjoy logic + puzzle games then I highly recommend this game. If you don't like puzzle games then it's a good choice anyway, there's a decent storyline and action type movie clips inserted into the game.

Though the quality of this game was better than the last, I think it was a bit easier. I solved all the puzzles first time on my own, that's more than I did with the first one *nervous laughter*

IT'S ALL A TRICK *twitch twitch* ANTON DOESN'T WANT TO COOK YOU AND EAT YOU LIVER, PROMISE!

And lastly: LEMON DEMON- EIGHTH WONDER
ZOMG!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vyzQ-ZFSQic <-- :D


-Hannah

Tests, tests and PHONE!

I've had two science tests and a maths test this week o.o

BUT I WON SO EPIC IT WAS LIKE LEMURS!

In both science tests I got top-o-le-class... until Kynan complained and got one more mark than me.
(I think I got a GCSE grade A in both...)
Screw you Kynan.

And on my maths I got FULL MARKS! (69/69) On algebra! *is pleased with self*

And today I went to buy the new LG Cookie in black for my birthday!

5 days left *is excited*






OH, wait, I forgot to squee over my new found love...


AVATAR!

squuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuueeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Okay, done :D

But seriously, I can make so many connections with AF it's unbelieveable! (And it's funny :D)

(Momo= Epic, he's a LEMUR for hell sake :D Jayjay :D)

So anyway, I'm finished, get on with whatever lives you might have ^-^

It's Novemberemberemberember!

Ah, November, the month that brought me into the world.

Which is why it's my favourite month, and why it's my sister's least favourite -.-

And CAN you feel the LOVE toNIGHT!

Oh my god Lion King was like totally epic and, and... *spaz*.

I went to see Lion King in London on the 28th!

The script was funny, the actors were brilliant, the dancing were marvolous and the costumes were incredible!

Has anyone seen it? My favourite costumes were the giraffes and my favourite person by far was the Baboon. She was such a great singer!

The train trip home was a bit of a downer though, we had to stand up for most of the way (about 25 mintues) and it was 22:30 and we were all tired and... *flops*.

Ah well, it was a great show and I recommend it for all the people who have the time and money.

Oh! Halloween tomorrow! And yet again I'm not going trick-or-treating.

Which is okay really, it's basically blackmail anyway :D

UP

Yesterday I went to see the Disney Pixar movie Up.

I'm not going to describe in great detail, though it was a brilliant movie.

1: Cute short at the beginning.

Before the movie starts there is a sweet little animated short called "Partly Cloudy". It's basically based around storks that deliver babies. It's a really nice little piece. ^-^

2: Beginning.

Oh it all looks happy to start with, but then about ten minutes in it becomes really sad. This sad event effects Carl (main character) for the rest of the movie.

3: Russel.

A short stout teap- I mean, boy. An avid member of the Wilderness Explorers! Oh dear, this boy is funny.

4: Humour.

Squirrels, Kevin and talking dogs, look out for them!

[Insert relevant title here]

Iiiiiit's HANNAH!

Oh come on, who else would it be?


>.>

Well I suppose it could have been Arty, who I have locked in my attic. Don't ask okay.
So anyway, just a couple of updates about my life that no one cares about (seriously, like no one reads this junk).

Update one: How do you like this picture I drew. It depicts myself, Ellie and Rebecca in cartoon form. It's basically part of an MSN convosation we had only in cartoon form.


Ellie is the blonde one, I have the brown haare (GERMAN WORD!).

Update 2: I'm going to see "UP" today! I'll tell you how it was at some point.

Update 3: It's the first day of the British half term! No school for a week!

Update 4: 1 month and a day until my birthday! (And getting Prof. Layton as well!)

Professor Layton, you KNOW you want it!

Okay, a lot of you won't know this but I am now OFFICIALLY obsessed with Professor Layton.

IT'S JUST SO FREAKIN AWESOME!

So anyway, I made my mum swear to any divine being that may exist that she would buy me the 2nd Prof. Layton game for my birthday (Known in England as "Pandora's Box" which totally owns Diabolical Box... YEAH ENGLAND) and she did (I told her to buy it early so it wouldn't sell out, because when she brought the first one for me it was like the last copy in GAME for 4 months... they sell out fast). BUT NOW I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL 25TH OF NOVEMBER FOR IT! ARRRRRRRRRGGGHHHH. AND LIKE ALL MY FRIENDS HAVE IT (well.... two of them) AND JUST ARRRGH

>.> I'm impatient when I obsess over things.

So now here is the OFFICIAL list of things I obsess over:

Book: ARTEMIS FOWL *woot woot*
Game: Profesor Layton
Film: Coraline! (Here comes the gravy train :D)
Finger: Thumb... which isn't actually a finger :S
Hand: LEFT! Oh you know it owns!
Random song sung by Scottish People!: Donald McGsjhjhjfgd (:S)
Band: MUSE!
TV series: Doctor Who

I'm sure there shall be so much more to come, but until then...







EAT YOUR VEGETABLES!

-Hannah

(Note: I first wrote this for my deviantArt account so... meh)

Homewo-art!

I'm making ma homework into art :D

Click here for me deviant art page, check reguarly for updates

I haven't posted my first homewo-art yet, but there will be a lot to come D:

Stay tuned!

-Hannah

Stwory twime :3

Right, I'm about to post the prolouge of the book I just happen to be writing.

Because it's the only bit I am happy with!

It does contain some bad language, but apart from that is totally okay!

READ IT!

Prologue: The Choosing

When all is lost, why turn to violence?

10 years ago

It was calm that night, despite of everything. In the city of Argonsol, the last of the rowdy teenagers were herded out of shopping centres and out into the streets and many lights in windows went out, nearly simultaneously.
In the countryside, it was calmer than usual. Many of the livestock were asleep and silent, though one particularly stubborn cow just wouldn’t settle. Its lowing echoed through the night, an eerie sound though the silence. But in the Retreat however, it was far from silent, though you couldn’t tell from outside the forest. They were gathering, and there was nothing the humans could do about it.
…
Four men stood in a room. Their expressions were serious and they all had an air of superiority and arrogance about them. The furnishings of the room were royal but drab; faded tapestries lined the walls, blood red curtains hung loosely over the windows. Every now and again they moved forward and back again, like there was a hidden giant behind them and its deep breaths were blowing the curtains back and forth. But it wasn’t a giant, of course, it was the north wind blowing through the open window filling the room with an eerie chill. An odd thing as it turned out, since one of the men was bed ridden and dying: The King.

‘We all know we are at hard times,’ stated King Mencol as he lay on his bed, glassy eyes staring at his three closest relatives, ‘The creatures of the retreat are gathering in swaths for some unknown reason, and I fear they may be close to rebellion…’

‘Then why the blazes do we insist on cutting down their forests?’ said a short, stout man with a head of golden hair. ‘You know how they treasure them, especially the elves…god could you imagine what would happen if they were to rebel, we would be dead for sure. I wonder how they would kill us, with magic. Blimey that would be scary wouldn’t it? I bet I, and any other sane man would stab themselves before they even got-’ Lord Waltwick stopped abruptly when he met the king’s cruel eyes (and when Nickolas Manree, who was standing behind him, kicked him violently on his behind). ‘Sorry…I was babbling again wasn’t I?’ Nickolas shot him a withering look and said

‘One: You always babble, why ask? And Two: We cut down the forest to stop them invading our land, I think you may remember the last time we went soft on them. Well I say we…’ he glanced sideways at Lord Waltwick ‘but I refer to Lord Isador here. He was lucky my army was marching nearby.’

‘Psshh…your army is pathetic, I had it under control.’

‘Yeah under control, right’

‘Are you calling me a liar?’

‘Yes, if you warmed up your brain you might actually understand what the blazes we’re all talking about!’

‘Geez, who poured powdered stress into your cup this morning?’

The king ran a hand down his face with impatience. Nick glared at Isador, but said nothing more. He looked to the man still standing by his bed. The look said it all.

‘Can’t you see the king is growing tiresome of this?’ the man said.

‘Thank you Jacob!’ shouted the king.

Nickolas and Isador, who had been having a “princely quarrel” in the corner, jumped and rushed hurriedly to the bedside. The king, even despite his terminal illness still looked regal and majestic. His snow white beard was trimmed and pristine, radiant in the candle light. His red tunic and hunting trousers displayed his love of slaughter and his ruthlessness was all to clear when you looked into his dark, green eyes.

‘We need a male heir for the throne and you three’ he gestured at each of them ‘are my choices. Unfortunately you all have equal rights for the throne and I don’t know who to pick…’ he gazed thoughtfully at the three of them. The candidates glanced at each other briefly, and then broke out into shouting and swearing. The king but up with this bedside brawl for a few minutes then shouted, ‘ENOUGH’

The kings-to-be froze in mid battle, Isador’s teeth clamped down firmly on Nickolas’ left forearm, Nickolas’ right arm round Jacob’s neck, Jacob turning purple and clawing at the tapestries on the wall. Isador stopped biting Nickolas, smoothing down his hair with all the dignity he could muster, and said,

‘You couldn’t pick anyone but me,’ said Isador pointedly ‘I’m smart, funny, handsome…

‘Totally full of yourself?’ piped up Nicolas Manree as he released Jacob who clasped gasping on the floor. No one paid him any attention.

‘And you closest relative…’ finished Isador

‘Don’t forget pompous, arrogant and have a head so big you could barely fit it through the door’ argued Nicolas in a voice scarily similar to Isador’s high trill. Isador did his best to ignore Nick, and almost succeeded (I say almost, as while no one was looking he aimed a kick at Nickolas’s crotch, missed, and fell flat on his face) The king surveyed Isador thoughtfully.

‘He dresses well, I suppose, but he could hardly ride out to war in his state.’ He thought as he watched Isador slowly regain his breath after a 2 minute fight.

‘True,’ said the King ‘But you need a big ego to run the country.’ Isador looked smugly at Nicolas. ‘Damm,’ thought Nicolas ‘by trying to destroy his argument I’m making it stronger!’ then out loud he said ‘you must realise I’m older therefore wiser. You simply have to pick me!’

‘What about me?’ asked Jacob Distry ‘I’m older, wiser, handsome-er funnier and bigger headed than you two put together!’

‘Of course, which is why you didn’t get picked as Best Prince in “56”?’

‘I could do without the sarcasm!’

‘Can we talk about something else like, I don’t know me?’

‘Shut up you big headed bastard’

‘Now now, mind your language, and nice alteration’

‘Mind my language? What are you my mother?’

The three to-be-kings began to argue at the top of their voices. The King just about heard the words idiot, loser and a few swearwords that I can’t list.

‘Enough!’

The three of them instantly did as the king asked. Dying he may be but he was still ruthless enough to behead them with out a second thought.

‘The three of you are acting like sissy princesses. My time has almost come and I still have one last test for you.’ The three of them were far too jittery to notice the melodrama. My time has almost come for goodness sake!

‘A test?’ The three of them said simultaneously, unrehearsed.

‘A test of guts and of course ruthlessness’ the king said slyly. The prices looked at each other, puzzled.

‘Could you give us a small clue?’ Asked Jacob, evidently coming at it the wrong way.

‘The answer is on Nickolas’ waist…’

They all glanced down to the short sword hanging from his belt.

‘Shit’ murmured Jacob and Isador.




Don't cha just love it!

Edit: You'd better not because it seriously sucks -.-

*squee* Wait no, don't read that!

As a self proclaimed Artemis Fowl freak you may find it odd that until yesterday I didn't own a copy of the first book.
Well it's true, and now I do own a copy.
And, of course, I've already finished reading it for the first time. Not forgetting the fact I often re-read the best parts and make a little movie of it in my mind.
Like the part were Holly thwacked Artemis right in his smug little face. Yep, that meritted at least 5 replays.

So anyway, I went to see Chitty Chitty Bang Bang on stage yesterday! It was nothing short of amazing (Short? Holly? *ppphhhhttt*). I liked the spies line: "Ve even speak Vular!..." "No, zat vud make uz American"

Oh yes, legend.

Not unlike Art- darn it, must stop doing that...

-Hannah

It's official!

My lyrics weren't picked, but I'm not suprised or disappointed!
I'll post a link to the most resent video soon enough but until then enjoy this fan art of Captain Holly Short (Artemis Fowl dammit! READ IT!)


Not a master piece but not all that bad...I think :/

An important link for more of my art work (some of it is better...promise!) http://dontkillchic.deviantart.com/

CHARTJACKERS!

I'm sure anyone who has heard of Charlieissocoollike or Nerimon will have heard of Chartjackers.

Basically, BBC Switch is following them as they (well mostly members of the internet but still), they being Charlie, Alex, and um... well I can't remember the other two because I'm rubbish like that, are trying to make a cheesy 80's/90's pop track that'll top the charts and make loads of money for children in need.

I submitted my own lyrics today, whether it was too late to enter I don't know, and I wanted to share them with anyone who bothers to read this.

Here goes (most of it is not mine, is was a collab of the comments on the Lyrics video. That was the point you see, to get loads of poeple involved!)

(Verse)
I guess every time I see you
Just a walking down the street
Sun shining on you face
It makes me feel complete!
AND…
Just in case you didn't know
I made this song so I can show
you why you make me smile
you are certainly worth my while


Cause somehow I know that you're mine.
woooh ooo.
Now let me show you how to HAVE A GOOD TIME
Yeah!

(Chorus)
I love the way you say my name.
I love the way we are the same.
I love you
I love your every organ
Including your liver (Of course!)
But most of all I love your heart
And I know no one can tear us apart…

(Verse)
Every hour seems a day or three,
When you can’t come around for tea (:P)
I don't feel hungry or sleepy,
Nothing sounds like fun.
BUT
Then you came and saved my life
Took the anger and the strife
Through it away never to be
Seen again!

Cause somehow I know that you're mine.
woooh ooo.
Now let me show you how to HAVE A GOOD TIME
Yeah!

(Chorus)
I love the way you say my name.
I love the way we are the same.
I love you
I love your every organ
Including your liver (Of course!)
But most of all I love your heart
And I know no one can tear us apart…

(Bridge) (preferably slower and sadder…until the end: P)
In my mind's eye, I see your face
On every person in every place
And even though my mind's up in space
You're right beside me…1-2-3-4!

OooooH!
(Chorus)
I love the way you say my name.
I love the way we are the same.
I love you
I love your every organ
Including your liver (Of course!)
But most of all I love your heart
And I know no one can tear us apart…

I hope you like it- and I did try and make it a little funny. :)

-Hannah

Let us fill the world with interesting stuffies!

So, I was a surfin' the interwebs (as you do) yesterday, and I found out about this short story writing competition.

It's on the Wexford fantasy/sci-fi festival website thing, admittedly I'm not actually going to enter but I thought I'd write a piece just for the sheer heck of it. Well here it is:

Change

It’s not like I had a choice. Even now, as my life spirals in a direction of complete and utter pandemonium, I’m still not allowed to choose my own path. I still remember the day I was transformed into this monster, this abomination, I am now. But why remember it? Why relive the heartache for the sake of some wanderer, one who doesn’t know me, one who can’t remember my name? I’ll tell you why.
For years after my sudden and violent transformation, I have been afraid to confide in anyone. I was afraid to even approach another living soul in case I was to harm it. And yet here you are. You stand before me, watching my bloodied mass of a body cower and shake, and have a strange look of understanding in your eye. As if you have known of me all your life, as if you have searched for my very being for millennia. So you and only you shall know my story. I must make it hasty though, I feel as though my time is fast approaching.
I used to be like you, carefree, young. A child, as you call it, though I can barely remember what it means. I don’t remember most of the outside world; so long I have hidden away in this hovel with fear of discovery, but I do remember the light. The glorious, glorious light! To feel it shine upon my skin has been my only wish for centuries, but sheer hatred of mankind has forced me to stay here under the surface.
But children are innocent of course, far too innocent to know of the dangers that lurk, say, in a forest. Not just any forest though, one so deep and dark that no sunlight (that light, oh that light!) can penetrate its shady canopies. Though a child I was, I still remember instinct screaming at me. It was so loud that my head felt as though it was being pounded from within, each syllable making the pain grow and grow.
“Run, get out! RUN!”
Curiosity got the better of me though, and I ventured further, marvelling at the strange compositions of fungi, and the darkness between those leaves. I could have stayed forever, but then came the rustling from the bush. That noise was the marking as my fate, had I known then it meant I could be doomed to a life of loneliness and despair I would have fled. Yet I was intrigued, the beauty of the forest had dulled my senses with empty promises of loveliness. So, of course, I peeled back the branches, barely noticing the thorns digging into my flesh, digging gouges of blood. And what was behind those leaves I will never forget, its breath so foul it curdled the very air, the stench of fear and hatred hung around its being. I couldn’t move I was rooted to the spot. I know now what it must have been; it was a creature that preys on the innocent. A creature of pure evil, one that could make me the way I am now.
It sensed my presence, and turned to me. Our eyes met. That was all it took for me. Those eyes, a deep crimson with a large black slit for a pupil, locked onto me and the thought of what this creature could do filled my brain with images of hell. I forgot who I was, forgot what I was and let the feeling consume me, my soul. I felt the numbness spread through my body, but felt no fear. I felt nothing but hatred and I let it empty me until I was just a shell. That is all I am now, an empty shell, fuelled by nothing, love by nothing.
I was created to kill, but something held me back. Whatever it was, I felt it would wear off so I hid here. And now you as you find me, my resolve for good is gone.

You are my prey.


That's it I'm afraid. It's not very good and it says to write 800 words or less. So I did.

This all came from the depressing mood I was in yesterday.

Well when life gives you lemons...




SHUT UP AND EAT YOUR DANG LEMONS!

-DKC/Hannah

Edit: I changed my mind *enters*

I'm not myself today

Today I found myself staring at the computer screen with a sense of dred and sadness.
I'm not intirely sure why, I just know that I was doing it.

It might have been after this: http://gprime.net/game.php/musiccatch
The music is just so beautiful. Uplifting yet...almost depressing.

Listen to it, you'll understand what I mean.

I also got a Twitter account, just so I could follow Eoin Colfer.

And by follow I mean stalk.

Ah, the normal me has returned.

REJOICE DAMMIT

You know what I hate?

I hate people who don't use grammar.

I don't mind text speak when used for texting, it's cheaper and easier.

But anywhere else...

NO!

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