Bah.
Updating on a Tuesday again for once, blimey. I must be ill. Infact I AM ill! Hurrah! Yuck.
Yesturday I slowly got a sore throat, and felt tired, and had chills... so "uh oh" I thought, I really buggering hope it's not swiiiiineeee fluuuuuuu! So I threw a couple of paracetamol back (to try catch anything lurking) and flopped in my bed watching computer TV for a while.
Woke up this morning, yuck. Ouchy throat. When I usually get this I drink mugs of hot (but cooled down enough so I can drink it, hot stuff really does nothing for me) water mixed with a decent big blob of honey, and a large gathering of oats at the bottom. Time for throat inspection. EEEURGH! It's all swollen and red with white and YELLOW?! bits! So I took a photo and then ignored the fact that I was being imprisoned to my house to wait for a parcel (which still hasn't come) and skipped off to Tescos. It felt like freedom. Gracefully interrupted a Tescos man whilst he was busy counting a large number of things (I hope he forgot the number) and he tells me that they're totally out of paracetamol. Also, the only Strepsils they have are the big pack of "throat AND nose" ones. My nose is not blocked, thank you, but they'll do the job. Buy buy buyyyy, and some half price B&J Phish Food.... GO GO GO! Back to the imprisonment of your house. No parcel.
But yes. So I'm a bit ill. But not drasticly, and no high temperature. Phew.
Heres a picture of my throat (very attractive, yes? Look riiiight to the back. "AHHHH"):
Updating on a Tuesday again for once, blimey. I must be ill. Infact I AM ill! Hurrah! Yuck.
Yesturday I slowly got a sore throat, and felt tired, and had chills... so "uh oh" I thought, I really buggering hope it's not swiiiiineeee fluuuuuuu! So I threw a couple of paracetamol back (to try catch anything lurking) and flopped in my bed watching computer TV for a while.
Woke up this morning, yuck. Ouchy throat. When I usually get this I drink mugs of hot (but cooled down enough so I can drink it, hot stuff really does nothing for me) water mixed with a decent big blob of honey, and a large gathering of oats at the bottom. Time for throat inspection. EEEURGH! It's all swollen and red with white and YELLOW?! bits! So I took a photo and then ignored the fact that I was being imprisoned to my house to wait for a parcel (which still hasn't come) and skipped off to Tescos. It felt like freedom. Gracefully interrupted a Tescos man whilst he was busy counting a large number of things (I hope he forgot the number) and he tells me that they're totally out of paracetamol. Also, the only Strepsils they have are the big pack of "throat AND nose" ones. My nose is not blocked, thank you, but they'll do the job. Buy buy buyyyy, and some half price B&J Phish Food.... GO GO GO! Back to the imprisonment of your house. No parcel.
But yes. So I'm a bit ill. But not drasticly, and no high temperature. Phew.
Heres a picture of my throat (very attractive, yes? Look riiiight to the back. "AHHHH"):
Moving away from why I'm grumpy because of being ill...
I am also currently sulking. Sulking in a big deep green bubbling pool of JEALOUSY. Blimmin' youngest / younger siblings.
She got a brand new £100 phone, a £900 sailing trip with Tall Ships in the Baltic sea, and now she's on a boat for a week sailing with my mum. Hang on, wasn't I promised to go sailing this week, with mum? I vividly remember all the way back in June, mum offering me the place and me accepting... I GUESS IT WAS ALL JUST A DREAM. Or not.
This week since God & Pamela left, I have been sitting on my arse being bored shitless and trying to get on with summer work. RANT RAVE RANT RAVE. I COULD HAVE BEEN SAILING! ON A YAUGHT! ALONG THE CORNISH COAST!!
Pah.
I 'spose mum bought me a plastic mop bucket from Trago's though. That makes it fair and equal, right?
Rant moan groan grumble.
Pah.
OOOONNNN a happier note, before I start sounding like a rambling angsty online journal of a 15 year old, SILJE AND VERA ARE BACK ON FRIDAYYY! Did I already mention that in a previous post? I DON'T CARE! 2 MORE FULL DAYS OF DOING SHIT ALL ON MY OWN AND THEN FRIDAY THEY WILL BE HEREEEEE!
And then Elk and mum with swing into Falmouth, from their lovely sailing trip and I'll get Elk drunk for 3 nights or something BUT SHUT UP WHINGING BEX! SILJE AND VERA! YAY!
I made Silje (http://www.sil-yeah.blogspot.com/) some killer cat feet, coz I found my black furry material and I remembered her cat hat with ears and she sent me lots of yummy sour sweeties from Dropsen in Norway... om nom nom.
I THINK (and hope) they're about size 5, but the little clay skull on the side is actually disguising a pin to adjust the size on the side. For the sole I inversed the material, so the fur was on the inside and on the bottom I made grippy (rubbery material paint) pink paddy paws and a silver dagger on each foot. The white claws are tastefully painted with nailvarnish, which looks nicely like blood. I've never made shoes before... and all sewn / made by hand! Hurrah!I have indeed been on an artsy spree, mostly, anyway... vaguely avoiding my summer project, which is annoying coz I WANT to do it but I don't seem to be able to.
Instead I made the above slippers, and then finished my 3 [4 inch] pieces (but I'm going to print them out nicely). They all fit together in an upside down L shape.
Minotaur...
Kelpie...
Faun! Hurrah! The originals now sit all stuck up on my wall of works. Most of which I don't actually much like anymore... but they can live there until I find something to replace.Today I also did a quick little painting illustration for a short story called Eleanora which Loz wrote. I like the story, and I think I'm going to do more small pictures for it.
Nothing pure amazing, just gouache on brown paper and then thrown at Photoshop for colour adjustments. I made it up as I went along.http://aelwyd.deviantart.com/art/Eleanora-133381154
A link to the story.
Goodnight, you smellbags, I'm off with my computer to bed. With lots of water.
Ouch, get well soon. At least you don't have to worry about getting fresh air, plenty of that in your part of the world :D
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