Jingle Bells Can Go Die.

Christmas songs are the WORST. Mariah Carey this and Band Aid that. I have never roasted chestnuts on an open fire nor have I rocked around a Christmas tree, baubles are made of glass! They'd break!

Therefore here are a few I find acceptable;

Good any time of the year! It's Siouxsie! <3!

Peter Steele's super attractive... Dead but still. T-T

Lycia and ambience-y cold wave musics in general have a wonderful mid winter feel to them. (Yanno. 'Cold' wave...)

Dark wave too!

Don't you just want to sex Tarja loads?

And well. I just find Jon Lajoie humorous.

But when Christmas is just getting on your nerves too much resort to Christian Death (simply for the irony/funsies/they're sexy) or gothy radios! 

Nightbreed radio is too awesome. Clicky!

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Bah-fucking-humbug!

'Christmas'. Revolting. The so called season of good will!

Suicide rates rise.

Death and illness in general goes up due to cold temperatures and whatnot.

Zero money because of present buying which is way too difficult. I either buy insanely pricey things or make stuff. Made from expensive stuff. 

Zero money means no food/oil. It's one or the other. Starve or freeze. OR get into serious debt. Pick your favourite!

Also coursework gets piled on and mock exams are soon. But sure. I don't need sleep. Whatever. -erratic hand movements-

Turkey's fed up, hormone treatmented, kept in horrid conditions then brutally slaughtered so we can indulge in food that is killing us.

Christians either ignorantly questioning what I do at this wonderful time of worship or condemning me to hell. (Well, more than usual) Please go look at the cruel history of your own empty, plagiarised religion before shitting all over mine. -more erratic hand movements-

Cold. Freezing cold yet no snow. If it was snowing I wouldn't care I'd be prancing and taking photies! Rain, sleet and goth damned cold not pleasing to le Courtney.

Everything needs to die.

Oh wait. Midwinter. Most things have.

On a pleasanter note, solstice soon! -witchy, peace blessing speech-

Not in a peacey mood as is evident. But my hair is falling out with stress so fuck it. :3
Expect more complaining.

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Oooooooh Freak Out!

Going to die. Stressy stressy. >:C

Technology coursework needs to be half finished by Friday, art coursework needs to be completely finished by the 28th (which is SO not happening), I have an English essay to write for tomorrow which I haven't started it yet and I know basically nothing about Macbeth mainly because I don't pay attention in English as I despise Macbeth. Couldn't we do something better like Hamlet? I love Hamlet!

Doubt thou the stars are fire;

Doubt that the sun doth move;

Doubt truth to be a liar;

But never doubt I love.

And all that jazz.
Anyway, that horrendous amount of work on top of the usual homeworks and whatnot. Ima cry. 

Cry and frantically knit mushrooms. Instead of the work I should be doing.

On the subject of mushies, art coursework! That I did over the weekend! Should'a done more now that I realise how little time I have. I shall get no sleep this weekend it seems...

The wings Courtney made ages ago from wire and tights, finally gots some pictures.

Spray paint + flowers = prettyness

Yes, spray paint is my new favourite medium.

There's more photos of mushrooms and flowers but I'm gonna put little fairies n' stuff in them. :3

Well. I am going to nap then see if I can muster the motivation to do some work. Doubtful. Probably should have done some instead of typing a pointless blog post to myself... Mmm NAH. This was much more productive... >.> <.<

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More Shiny Things and Zombies

The new beads n' stuff still aren't in this week at shiny thing making class so we made necklaces again, but with a different technique. Next week we'll be working with wire and making earrings or something. Happy Courtney. ^-^

Yesterday there was a Zombie Walk in Belfast. T'was much fun running about covered in blood, faces falling off, casually eating noodles in crowded areas and getting the most magnificent looks from passing people. You'd think they'd come up with something more inventive than, "WHAT THE FUCK?" or, "Here! You FREAKS! It isn't Halloween yet! Uh huh huh."  after exclaiming it for the hundredth time at someone dressed in a different (and better) manner than they are. Ooh, burn. Haven't heard those before. /stupid chavs are stupid

Come back to me and insult my clothing and make-up when you're wearing something other than a tracksuit or pyjamas and foundation which is at least ten shades too dark with blusher that looks like you smeared some bright pink lipstick over you're cheeks and didn't even consider blending it in (which is probably what they did do). 

The old dog we found in the forest was called Ben. The owner was called Cynthia Wilson which solves the puzzle as to whether Wilson was his name as it was on the tags but not on the one for his name so Danny just decided to call him Slippy, which developed into Slippy Phil due to the resemblance to my Grandfather. She sent us a thank you card for looking after him n' all. :3

Now I must go take some more pictures to finish off some more art coursework. I really don't want to leave my bed. Urgh. T_T

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If You Go Down to the Woods Today...

... You're sure of a big surprise.

For every bear that ever there was,
Will gather there for certain because,
Today's the day the Teddy Bears have their picnic! >;D

Didn't get as much art coursework done as I'd have liked to due to rain and being sicky, but what I did get done I'm rather proud of. :3

Om nom nom...

Made these out'ta sponges and polystrene n' stuffs :3

And loads more that need editing. Snazzy, huh?

While in the forest we found this poor old golden retriever and no owners to be seen. We took the little sweetie home and phoned the number on his tags.  We couldn't get hold of the owners for ages, they must have been out searching for him. It was pretty late when he finally got home, must have been around 11, 12. I was in bed trying to recuperate so I must question mother pertaining to this. She's currently in bed dying. Silly woman staying up all night drinking with an also sick Danny. Hangover AND newly caught illness is bad times. -.-'

Now for something a little less fun; technology coursework. Yay...

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Shiny Things and Hypocritical Vegan is Hypocritical.

First day of my jewellery making course today. The teacher is lovely and really helpful. It was only simple beaded bracelets and necklaces but I discovered I've been attaching crimp beads entirely wrong... 'Crimping pliers' eh. Really should have occurred to me sooner that these are for crimping crimp beads. ._. 

Stoopidhead.

Come home and suddenly get a severe case of the munchies, fuck's sake. Not even PMSing. WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME? STOP EATING YOU FAT CUNT. Today is Friday. Shopping day is Saturday. This makes for a very distressing lack of good food. While lying on the kitchen floor, having a wee cry with Mina licking frantically at my face, Mother said, "IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU EAT... WEIRD!" then makes the offer of Mexicana cheese on toast. One of the most delicious foods known (plus some eh... Tasty... Animal cruelty). I could not overcome temptation. I have for a good two years (with cheese anyway >.<). I fail at being vegan. I LOVE COWS I SWEARRR! T-T

I shall blame this on Mother. She should not do these things when I am in such a delicate state. /excuses excuses.

The irony here is that I'm also drinking chocolate soy milk.

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Spontaneous Asplosion

That's what I feel like right now. 

I'm nocturnal, therefore back to school means no sleep for Courtney. No sleep for Courtney means Courtney can't function correctly and will most likely asplode some time soon.

Is... Is that my brain chunk? My precious brain chuck...

I hurt everywhere. Whinewhinewhine. :c
At least I've quit Music GCSE. Less stress, less work, more free periods in which I shall sleep in the warm and cosy library.
-sigh-
This week needs to end. It just refuses to die. The weekend shall bring glorious bed rest and some photography which should finish off around half of my art coursework. Yay! Less things to worry about!

Well this gives a new meaning to 'shattered'

And on the subject of being shattered, I should go sleep in a while. It's hard 'cause at this time my body's restless and all 'Hey Courtney, wanna sleep? Too bad then eh? AHAHA NOW DO SOMETHING, I'M BORED!'
I wish to purchase a new body. This one's broken.

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Nothing Heals the Soul Like Cupcakes

How frickin' cute is this cupcake motif? 

-squeals-

I was only gonna make this one for art but now I intend to make at least 6,392,871 more of these adorable bastards.

Pattern here.

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LOL PERIODS.

That is all.

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Fight Like a Girl

Fight like a girl, upcoming Emilie Autumn album? If it doesn't come out soon I will explode with wayward victorian fangirl-dom.

-dies-

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Silent Hill Nurse Cosplay

Yep. What it is says up there.

My Silent Hill nurse cosplay is coming along quite nicely. Shoes are done, mask is done, tights, gloves. Mummy got me a work friend's spare uniform today so Ima work on that tonight and tomorrow. I just have to alter it to make it tight fitting then attack it with grimy paint and fake blood. Not to mention fire. Pretty fire. Possibly some tea. Then I'll just have to make a nurse hat and a weapon. Here's the mask, the fumes in it can't be healthy and my depth perception is non-existent but I'm quite pleased with it:

Here's what I have to work with tonight *evil grin* :

 

So pretty:

More pictures when I'm done! 

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The Fox and The Cat

I've been pretty goth damned depressed this past week, hence I've been reading my Grimm's Fairy Tales. That usually helps me a bit. The story of The Fox and The Cat seemed pretty relevant to me so I thought I'd put it here.

'It happened one day that the cat met Mr. Fox in the wood. She thought, "He is shrewd and experienced and knows the ways of the world, I may as well make up to him."

 "Good-day, dear Mr. Fox," said she, "how do you do? How fares it with you in this troublesome life?"

 The fox stared haughtily at the cat from head to foot for a long time without answering. Then at last he said, "You miserable whisker-barber; you tortoise-shell fool; you half-starved mouse-catcher, what do you mean by asking me how I am? Do you know your manners? How many accomplishments have you, may I ask?"

 "I have only one," replied the cat modestly.

 "And what may that be?" asked the fox contemptuously,

 "When the dogs chase me I can take refuge up a tree."

 "Is that all?" asked the fox. "I am master of a hundred attainments, and have besides a sackful of tricks. Come with me, if you don't believe it, and I will show you my method of escaping from the dogs."

 Just at that moment a huntsman with four dogs came along. The cat sprang trembling up a tree and sat on the very top, hidden by foliage.

 "Undo your sack, Mr. Fox, undo your sack!" cried the cat, "and let out your tricks;" but the dogs had already caught him and held him fast.

 "Ah, Mr. Fox," shouted the cat again, "with your hundred attainments you are left in the lurch. If you could have climbed up here like me your life would have been spared." '

Being a 'cat' with little to boast of, I'm constantly getting put down, criticised and broken by 'foxes'. They're better than me in every single way but one day I'll get to overcome them. My pathetic excuse of a talent will save me and I'll leave those foxes behind.

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