Wednesday, November 21, 2012

First Job!

WOAH! It's been a while. I've been neglecting this blog for a while, becauuuse I got a job! Yep. First job, at walmart.

Yayyyy~ <3

Anne~




Wednesday, October 31, 2012

HAPPY HALLOWEEN



HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!
The long awaited day has finally come!...and gone. Originally I had planned to be Betty Juice (like female Beetlejuice) for Halloween, but I was asked to be in the school haunted house! I was asked to dress like a doll and sing an eerie lullaby (while sitting in a red arm chair, brushing the hair of a decapitated doll) to creep people out, sooooo.. I ended up being a doll for Halloween.



besides being in the haunted house, I didn't really do anything Halloween-y. I had tons of homework unfortunately, so my night was rather dull. That's okay though, considering everyday is Halloween.

I hope everyone had a great Halloween~
~Anne <3




Sunday, October 28, 2012

Halloween Party 2012

Good Afternoon!
Last night I went to a small Halloween party. It was a lot of fun! I went as a pumpkin C:
I made the costume/outfit myself C:

The party went from 4PM to 12AM. There was sooo much food! We had a little potluck-type thing going on so everyone brought some sort of food item. I brought Halloween-shaped sugar cookies and blondies, other people brought cupcakes, brownies, cookies, chips, pop, more chips, more cookies...it was a never ending supply of food! I'm very unhappy with myself, as I ended up eating -get this- 5 cookies, a blondie (which is basically a blonde brownie XD), a brownie, a cupcake, and some chips. My stomach was not happy with me. We also made chicken teriyaki for dinner.

It was a small get together, and not like your average teenage parties. We played board games, Slenderman,  Super Smash Bros, watched YouTube videos, ate...made caramel apples..
It was all good wholesome fun (unlike the crap most teenagers do now-a-days)!

Anyway, I have an Anthropology essay due tomorrow, so I'd better start that.....
I'll see if I can get some photos from the party to post, and of course Halloween is in three days and I have another costume, so I'll make sure to share photos of that as well!

~Anne

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Some fun pictures

I feel like I've neglected this blog for a few too many days, but really I just have nothing interesting to post about, soooo...
Here's a small compliation of some fun little photos I found at 395daysofhalloween




I really love this piece of art. It sort of reminds me of myself!


These are amazing.

I want thissssss (not really halloween-y though)
I should really just compile a whole crap load of pictures of stuff I want with links and put it all in one post. (It would be a really large post)

I laughed so hard at this!




If you havent yet checked out 365daysofhalloween go check it out. Right now. Go.  

Anne

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Spooky Story Saturday; Mr. Widemouth


Hello!
With Halloween approaching so quickly, and me reading so many spooky stories on http://365daysofhalloween.tumblr.com I figured I'd post one every Saturday or every couple of Saturdays and call it Spooky or Scary Story Saturday! Here is one of the stories I read that  really stood out to me..
Enjoy!
Mr. Widemouth
During my childhood my family was like a drop of water in a vast river, never remaining in one location for long. We settled in Rhode Island when I was eight, and there we remained until I went to college in Colorado Springs. Most of my memories are rooted in Rhode Island, but there are fragments in the attic of my brain which belong to the various homes we had lived in when I was much younger.
Most of these memories are unclear and pointless– chasing after another boy in the back yard of a house in North Carolina, trying to build a raft to float on the creek behind the apartment we rented in Pennsylvania, and so on. But there is one set of memories which remains as clear as glass, as though they were just made yesterday. I often wonder whether these memories are simply lucid dreams produced by the long sickness I experienced that Spring, but in my heart, I know they are real.
We were living in a house just outside the bustling metropolis of New Vineyard, Maine, population 643. It was a large structure, especially for a family of three. There were a number of rooms that I didn’t see in the five months we resided there. In some ways it was a waste of space, but it was the only house on the market at the time, at least within an hour’s commute to my father’s place of work.
The day after my fifth birthday (attended by my parents alone), I came down with a fever. The doctor said I had mononucleosis, which meant no rough play and more fever for at least another three weeks. It was horrible timing to be bed-ridden– we were in the process of packing our things to move to Pennsylvania, and most of my things were already packed away in boxes, leaving my room barren. My mother brought me ginger ale and books several times a day, and these served the function of being my primary from of entertainment for the next few weeks. Boredom always loomed just around the corner, waiting to rear its ugly head and compound my misery.
I don’t exactly recall how I met Mr. Widemouth. I think it was about a week after I was diagnosed with mono. My first memory of the small creature was asking him if he had a name. He told me to call him Mr. Widemouth, because his mouth was large. In fact, everything about him was large in comparison to his body– his head, his eyes, his crooked ears– but his mouth was by far the largest.
“You look kind of like a Furby,” I said as he flipped through one of my books.
Mr. Widemouth stopped and gave me a puzzled look. “Furby? What’s a Furby?” he asked.
I shrugged. “You know… the toy. The little robot with the big ears. You can pet and feed them, almost like a real pet.”
“Oh.” Mr. Widemouth resumed his activity. “You don’t need one of those. They aren’t the same as having a real friend.”
I remember Mr. Widemouth disappearing every time my mother stopped by to check in on me. “I lay under your bed,” he later explained. “I don’t want your parents to see me because I'm afraid they won’t let us play any more.”
We didn’t do much during those first few days. Mr. Widemouth just looked at my books, fascinated by the stories and pictures they contained. The third or fourth morning after I met him, he greeted me with a large smile on his face. “I have a new game we can play,” he said. “We have to wait until after your mother comes to check on you, because she can’t see us play it. It’s a secret game.”
After my mother delivered more books and soda at the usual time, Mr. Widemouth slipped out from under the bed and tugged my hand. “We have to go the the room at the end of this hallway,” he said. I objected at first, as my parents had forbidden me to leave my bed without their permission, but Mr. Widemouth persisted until I gave in.
The room in question had no furniture or wallpaper. Its only distinguishing feature was a window opposite the doorway. Mr. Widemouth darted across the room and gave the window a firm push, flinging it open. He then beckoned me to look out at the ground below.
We were on the second story of the house, but it was on a hill, and from this angle the drop was farther than two stories due to the incline. “I like to play pretend up here,” Mr. Widemouth explained. “I pretend that there is a big, soft trampoline below this window, and I jump. If you pretend hard enough you bounce back up like a feather. I want you to try.”
I was a five-year-old with a fever, so only a hint of scepticism darted through my thoughts as I looked down and considered the possibility. “It’s a long drop,” I said.
“But that’s all a part of the fun. It wouldn’t be fun if it was only a short drop. If it were that way you may as well just bounce on a real trampoline.”
I toyed with the idea, picturing myself falling through thin air only to bounce back to the window on something unseen by human eyes. But the realist in me prevailed. “Maybe some other time,” I said. “I don’t know if I have enough imagination. I could get hurt.”
Mr. Widemouth’s face contorted into a snarl, but only for a moment. Anger gave way to disappointment. “If you say so,” he said. He spent the rest of the day under my bed, quiet as a mouse.
The following morning Mr. Widemouth arrived holding a small box. “I want to teach you how to juggle,” he said. “Here are some things you can use to practice, before I start giving you lessons.”
I looked in the box. It was full of knives. “My parents will kill me!” I shouted, horrified that Mr. Widemouth had brought knives into my room– objects that my parents would never allow me to touch. “I’ll be spanked and grounded for a year!”
Mr. Widemouth frowned. “It’s fun to juggle with these. I want you to try it.”
I pushed the box away. “I can’t. I’ll get in trouble. Knives aren’t safe to just throw in the air.”
Mr. Widemouth’s frown deepend into a scowl. He took the box of knives and slid under my bed, remaining there the rest of the day. I began to wonder how often he was under me.
I started having trouble sleeping after that. Mr. Widemouth often woke me up at night, saying he put a real trampoline under the window, a big one, one that I couldn’t see in the dark. I always declined and tried to go back to sleep, but Mr. Widemouth persisted. Sometimes he stayed by my side until early in the morning, encouraging me to jump.
He wasn’t so fun to play with anymore.
My mother came to me one morning and told me I had her permission to walk around outside. She thought the fresh air would be good for me, especially after being confined to my room for so long. Exstatic, I put on my sneakers and trotted out to the back porch, yearning for the feeling of sun on my face.
Mr. Widemouth was waiting for me. “I have something I want you to see,” he said. I must have given him a weird look, because he then said, “It’s safe, I promise.”
I followed him to the beginning of a deer trail which ran through the woods behind the house. “This is an important path,” he explained. “I’ve had a lot of friends about your age. When they were ready, I took them down this path, to a special place. You aren’t ready yet, but one day, I hope to take you there.”
I returned to the house, wondering what kind of place lay beyond that trail.
Two weeks after I met Mr. Widemouth, the last load of our things had been packed into a moving truck. I would be in the cab of that truck, sitting next to my father for the long drive to Pennsylvania. I considered telling Mr. Widemouth that I would be leaving, but even at five years old, I was beginning to suspect that perhaps the creature’s intentions were not to my benefit, despite what he said otherwise. For this reason, I decided to keep my departure a secret.
My father and I were in the truck at 4 a.m. He was hoping to make it to Pennyslvania by lunch time tomorrow with the help of an endless supply of coffee and a six-pack of energy drinks. He seemed more like a man who was about to run a marathon rather than one who was about to spend two days sitting still.
“Early enough for you?” he asked.
I nodded and placed my head against the window, hoping for some sleep before the sun came up. I felt my father’s hand on my shoulder. “This is the last move, son, I promise. I know it’s hard for you, as sick as you’ve been. Once daddy gets promoted we can settle down and you can make friends.”
I opened my eyes as we backed out of the driveway. I saw Mr. Widemouth’s silhouette in my bedroom window. He stood motionless until the truck was about to turn onto the main road. He gave a pitiful little wave good-bye, steak knife in hand. I didn’t wave back.
Years later, I returned to New Vineyard. The piece of land our house stood upon was empty except for the foundation, as the house burned down a few years after my family left. Out of curiosity, I followed the deer trail that Mr. Widemouth had shown me. Part of me expected him to jump out from behind a tree and scare the living bejeesus out of me, but I felt that Mr. Widemouth was gone, somehow tied to the house that no longer existed.
The trail ended at the New Vineyard Memorial Cemetery
'Mr. Widemouth' by Moonbird-Draws-Stuff

*Disclaimer*
I did not write this story, and I don't know who did. I was reading http://365daysofhalloween.tumblr.com and found it! 

Goodnight ;D
Anne~ <3

Friday, October 19, 2012

Art Projects Update; Box painting, Charms, and Stuffed Animals

Hello!

I mentioned in an earlier post that I would do a blog entry on the artsy things I've been up to in the past little while, so without further ado...



I've been working on painting Beetlejuice on a little wooden box from the Dollarama! How I love Beetlejuice :')



I recently made a new stuffed plush. This one is (surprise surprise) a Bat! An off-white coloured Bat ;D and his name is B.B. -> Named after the mass murderer Beyond Birthday (more commonly known as B.B.) in the book Death Note; The Los Angeles B.B. Murder Cases by Tsugumi Ohba, and Takeshi Obata. The character B.B. has Shinigami eyes, meaning he can see exactly when a person will die and their name. Shinigami eyes are usually red; hence the red button eyes I gave this fella'.



I also made these two strawberry friendship charms for me and my best friend/fellow plague rat Michelle. The first photo on the left is her and her charm that she keeps on a necklace chain (I stole the photo from her blog), and the the other two are pictures of my charm that I keep on a bracelet.



Finally, as I mentioned in an earlier post, I've been working on a charm bracelet for a childhood friend of mine! The charms are baked, but are not painted yet. 
From left to right; a cinnamon bun, ice cream cone, piece of cake, doughnut, cupcake, and Poptart! The lighting makes them sort of hard to see, but I think it will be cute when its finished (and of course I'll post photos)!

I also made a post a couple days ago about clay commissions I have done, so click ---> here <--- if you'd like to see those!

On another note, I've also asked the music teacher at my school if she would teach me Violin, and she has agreed to teach me twice a week during lunch! I'm very excited, and just for fun I think I'll take some photos of my lovely violin to post on this blog ^.^

Have a good evening~
Anne <3

Outfit of the Day 9

Wow, I'm really on a role with this whole Outfit of the Day thing! ;D

Here's what I looked like today ^.^




Black band T, black scarf ;D, black peacock feather head band, black pants...Straight hair ^.^

The lighting in my bathroom is so bright *_* (I didn't add any brightness or highlights to these photos, I swear!)

I'm so happy its friday. and Halloween is so close!! 
Also, I have an interview for a job at Walmart tomorrow, and I'm super exited and nervous!! Wish me luck <3

Have a good evening
Anne~