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  • houdini in bunny ears

    I think the title is self explanatory :)) No?

    Well I have possibly the most sneaky escape artist of a rabbit ever to grace the planet. Not only did he manage to bust out of his own pen (must have gone up as they're indoors at the moment so he couldnt dig under) he somehow got into the other rabbits pen THAT HAD A LID ON!

    Honestly what am I going to do with him :))

    tis a good job he's so pretty or I'd be getting annoyed by now :)) think he may have learned his lesson though - the other rabbit didnt want to play and bit him :)) serves him right

    Everyone's fine in case you were wondering

  • tower peotry competition

    I got an email from the head of English yesterday

    well, everyone did

    It was about the Tower Poetry Competition.

    Top prize £3000

    Wow

    haha, I'd like to enter, but I'll never win.

    c'est la vie.

    It's worth a shot, maybe?

    Even though I wont get past teh first round.

    But hey ho

    as I say

    c'est la vie

  • quiz thing I liberated... :)

    1. Is there anybody you just wish would fall off the planet?
    yes, yes there is :))

    2. How do you flush the toilet in public?
    ...the same way as usual?

    3. Do you wear your seatbelt in the car?
    Yeah, I figure I may as well

    4. Do you have a crush on someone?
    ....mebbe

    5. Name one thing you worry about running out of.
    black paint :)) dont even ask

    6. What famous person do you (or other people) think you resemble?
    I dont know... I'd love to look like Amy Lee though

    7. What is your favorite pizza topping?
    Hawiian :)

    8. Do you crack your knuckles?
    eugh no

    9. What song do you hate the most?
    "I'm going in for the kill".... I dont even know who sings it but it is SO annoying

    10. Did just mentioning that song make it get stuck in your head?
    Nopes

    11.What are your super powers?
    I have Gaydar :)

    12 Peppermint or spearmint?
    Peppermint. Every time.

    13.Where are your car keys?
    haha I dont drive... I guess they're in the kitchen somewhere

    14. Last song you listened to?
    If I ever lose my faith in you - Sting

    15. What's your most annoying habit?
    I tend to get a bit chattery on occasion...

    16 Where did you last go on vacation?
    I cant remember haha I know we're going to Scotland this year though

    17. What is your best physical feature?
    I quite like my eyes that change colour

    18. What CD is closest to you right now?
    probably 'The open door' by Evanescence

    19.What 3 things can always be found in your refrigerator?
    vegetables, homemade butter, sheep medicine :))

    20 What superstition do you believe/practice?
    All and nothing.

    21. What color are your bed sheets?
    I think I have a pink one on at the moment - usually white

    22. Would you rather be a fish or a bird?
    Bird.... I hear it's the word :)) (sorry had to say it)

    23. Last thing you broke?
    I think it was a test tube thing in chemistry

    24 What are you having to eat tonight?
    I have no idea

    25. What color shirt are you wearing?
    blue

    26. If you could be doing anything else today, what would you rather be doing?
    Painting

    27. Do security cameras make you nervious?
    No, I'm not doing anything wrong

    28. If you wrote a book about your life, what would the title be?
    "The fields of paradise"

    29. Last time you went to a cemetery?
    Havent been for a bit actually. Porbably in the summer we went for a wander

    30. Last concert you went to?
    Lancashire Hotpots :D they are AWESOME

    31. Favorite musician(s)/bands you've seen in concert?
    see abaove :)

    32. Next concert you're planning to attend?
    I have no idea

    33. Do you talk to yourself?
    All the time

    34. Have you ever adopted or purchased a pet?
    haha oh yeah. I got some rabbits...hamsters...dont think I ever bought a cat but I chose to keep them...fish... I'm a big softy really haha

    35. Have you ever been present when an animal is being born?
    yep. Honestly I want that impressed, but then I've been brought up with it so...

  • I'm back - updates for all :)

    Hey all

    I haven’t been on for a while – guess I got caught up in the rush rush rush of things :)

    Well, I now have a job as a care assistant – GET ME :)) with a uniform and everything! :D for possibly the first time ever I actually look forward to working

    Hopefully this means I’ll be a shoo in for my nursing course next year. Well, fingers crossed anyways

    Erm, what else is there to say? I’m going to Coventry on Saturday to ‘look round the uni’ :). Steven’s going to be there anyways so it will probably be loads of fun.

    Long way to go in the car though. And now my entire family want to go, and I cant very well say ‘no I don’t want you there get lost’. Well, I could, but it wouldn’t do any good :))

    hopefully it wont get awkward an annoying, as I can easily see it doing.

  • Alternate ending to story

    You may think this a strange ending. In many ways I suppose it is, but then this was a strange tale from its beginning. Without a soul you cannot love, you cannot laugh, you cannot die; but neither can you hate, nor feel tired. You see, that was the final, unintentional gift of a vengeful God to his fallen angels; a bitter-sweet, broken gift, a gift drenched and fouled in the blood of countless innocents, but a gift non-the-less. Somewhere among the fall and all that came after angels became demons, and the demons learned to hate. Somewhere along the line, the demons gained a soul.

  • Picture timmmme

    This is the sunset from friday night :)

    sunset

    This is my friends hay field we went to help them clear. Obviously they dont believe in bale sledges, and that field went almost vertical in places - it was terrifying when you were on the top of the load :))

    hayfield

    This is just a shot I took one morning :)

    morning view

  • Manchester

    So I went to Mnachester yesterday :)

    Did you know Manchester has it's own China Town? Well until yesterday neither did I. Even though it seemed to mostly be made up of restaurantes (there were SO many places to eat in that city - I'm not sure if it was just the area we were in or something, but really it looked like someone was trying to fatten us up and eat us :)) )

    Saw Dorian Grey at the cinema. It's good, but not one to see with the family.

    Manchester is like a maze or something. I think we would never find our way back to the train station in time if we hadn't given up and jumped in a cab :))

  • Viva la weekend!

    Woo! :))

    I'm going to Manchester tomorrow!

    To see someone who is accce :)

    And I have butterflies already :)) I hope they dont stick around all night

    I have to navigate a train change all on my own :-/ so we'll see how well that goes. I dont really do trains at the best of times (as in, when I have a bunch of people with me telling me where to go :)) ) and they tend to run late/break down when I'm around so we'll see how it goes :))

    And I (and this is ME we're talking about) :)) am actually obsessing slightly about what to wear as I am going to see possibly the only straight guy in the world who actually notices clothes!! The world has officially gone mad. And I'm not reaching a conclusion fast :)) so funfunfun.

    Wow you can tell I'm excited cant you :)) but shhh I'm trying to play it cooool B)

  • Explanation for sotory (last post)

    Ok, so an explanation of the last post. It’s a story I entered for some sort of competition. It didn’t win, but I found it on my pendrive a couple of days ago and thought it was a shame to lose it entirely.

    It's nothing if not wierd, but I liked it. Well, most of it. That was draft two as someone rejected my first one on the account that it was not a story, just a description of events :))

    Perhaps it is a little blasphemous. Certainly I would not let my mother read it. :)) I'm sure God will forgive me anyway. Freedom of speech and all that :))

    Anyway, a story is written to be read so feel free..

  • The fallen story... explanation (if needed) will appear in my next post

    Heaven and Hellfire
    I was still a small child when the demon first came to me. He terrified me then; the stories* I had been told of their fall from grace echoed in my mind as I took in his crippled form. I was engulfed in the hate radiating from him - drowning in it - and, though it was for but a moment that I saw him, from that day my nightmares always held his face.

    He haunted me; never coming close, but always there. I saw him and trembled: for who can stand brave in the face of what they believe to be pure, unadulterated evil? Even so, I pitied the battered, scarred, twisted remains of a being once so beautiful. It seemed to my very much human mind that he – ancient of ancients that he was – looked unutterably weary; but angels cannot sleep, for to sleep you must have a soul, and they have none. Perhaps that is why the demons send us nightmares; they envy us the oblivions of sleep and death, as we envy them their eternity.

    I did not know, then, why he watched me; but slowly, slowly I came to realize that although he hated me – and hate me he did – with a passion, he did not loathe me any more than he loathed every other human under the sun (and the sun itself – it was Heaven he wanted, and there is no sun in heaven). In the end it was I that approached him. The stench of sulphur was overwhelming; the instinct screaming at me to run, run, run in the other direction even more so, but I kept going. I crept right up to him, until I could reach out and touch the haggard, twisted remains of the face that had once been so exquisitely beautiful. In all this time he had not so much as breathed; he simply observed my approach as one might that of an insect you haven’t yet decided to crush under your heel. It was difficult – almost impossible – to look upon him, but I did, and in his one remaining eye I could see nothing but unutterable weariness and hate. Up until that very moment I had not believed the tales that demons hated us, but now I do. As another of the wiser humans once said: seeing is believing.

    How can a human child comprehend such knowledge? In doing absolutely nothing the demon had shown me everything humans were not meant to see, should not have to see. Having seen inside his eye the faintest glimmer of Heaven, this world’s food turned to dust in my mouth. I could not eat, could not sleep, could hardly bear to inhale every tainted breath. He hated me, and his hate was a glorious madness: for a demon cannot have emotion, yet he did. As much as I attempted to forget him, I could never drive him from my mind. I was drowned in his madness, and he drank my pain like wine. No other would he permit to touch me, and so we remained: I his plaything, he my tormentor and my idol.

    I grew tall, the humans shunning me for fear of something they could not name except in their darkest of nightmares. It may seem strange to you that, until I was seventeen, I had never stared into a looking-glass. I suppose I never had reason to, but when I did – oh, when I did – it was the face of a broken angel glaring back at me, her face - that should have been beautiful - scarred with the marks of the beast. Her eyes were darkened hollows, and she was painfully thin. The glass told me many things, not least that the demon was a liar; but that I already knew: as he knew just how fiercely I both loathed and craved him. He roared with laughter at my anger as I screamed at him to leave me and begged him not to go. Still, we would take the City, and then I would be free.

    Pain and rapture gave us wings; we flew away to the Golden City and stormed the gates. A mortal and her lone demon against the might of the entire Host, but there was no fear in me. Perhaps I was a little mad, who knows? The entrance was unguarded, and hand in hand we entered Heaven; we who had seen so much of Hell. For a mortal to look upon the God is forbidden, but I did, for what more had I to fear? What more could he possibly do to me than had been done already? The whispering beauty of His city enchanted me, even as it broke my heart. The God was enthroned at the heart of the City, but until we reached him we hadn’t seen a single being. The City had seemed completely deserted, and even when we found the God the angels remained absent. The demon kept his eyes on his target, but I craned my head to take in every wonder of the place I had dreamed of for so long. The Creator did not turn as we approached; it was as if He had known all along. I felt lighter than air in his presence, even as I trembled for fear of His simmering anger. He did not speak, yet I could hear Him inside my head as he acknowledged us.
    What brings you to my city, unclean thing? You should know you will never take the Golden City; you are a weak, fickle, and broken creation. I should have destroyed you when first you disobeyed. Surprisingly, this entire speech had been directed to me alone. The question was rhetorical, for before a God I seemed a simple and meagre creation. Everything I had ever done crawled from the depths of my mind for His scrutiny, and I knew I fell a long way short.
    And you, Demon, you should not have been able to breach the gates at all. You are unclean, how dare you return after I cast you out? You are my creation, and you will leave. Now.
    The demon made no reply, but slowly raised his eye from the floor and looked at the God. He – like I – was no longer afraid of punishment, for what was there left He could take from us? There was only oblivion for the demon, and that would come as a relief. For me there would be no peace of oblivion, for a soul – once created – cannot be unmade. Fearless, the crazed demon looked his God straight in the eye and laughed. “I’ll do as I please. You cast me aside to wither in the Outer Darkness, and wither I did. What more can you do?” He threw his head back in a burst of manic giggles, “Fear me, oh Great One, for I have something you and all your Host never shall. Kill me, King of Kings, and watch me rise again.” He gave a shark-like smile “I am beyond your power, freer than air. Old fool.” Pausing for effect, he leaned forward until his face almost touched the God “ I. Have. Gained. A. Soul.”
    Have you ever seen a God tremble? My body lay, lifeless, on the ground below – but I wasn’t looking down any more. The God feared us, for even He had no power over a soul. A philosopher once said that ‘God is dead’. Well, He is now. He gave the demons freedom, and created for them – albeit accidentally – a soul, the like of which no angel could possess.

    The old world is ended. The Golden City shall fall, and I shall be Queen of Hell.

    *The old legends say that a demon does not have a soul and therefore cannot love, cannot laugh, cannot die. Cast out by their God, their screams shatter the void of Outer Darkness as they wait for the end of their unbearable eternity. Where life unending had once seemed but another joy in the ecstasy of the Golden City, they now longed for the easy end their creator had gifted upon the man. When He cast them out they fell so far and so fast that most mercifully forgot the beauty of all they had lost: the exquisite dances and singing of the Host; the caressing, perfumed breeze that whispered through the vast orchards of the Golden City; but they never forgot Him, their Creator, for angels are born to serve and serve they must.
    Demons were an unknown quantity; their minds unravelled by the absence of the God whom, as angels, they still needed. They were crafty and sly, with all the power of the angels they once had been, but without control. Without their God they served no-one but themselves.

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