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First of all I would like to say how sorry I am on not blogging in a while, it has been slightly hectic. Well hectic in a non hectic way... if you would like to catch my wave. Well I have been wondering what to write in this blog, being stuck for ideas. Me! Stuck! Well it happens sometimes, and I should have lots of ideas seen as it's the summer holidays. Hmm... well I have achieved a lot recently, so I thought why not write about that. So this is what has happened at My Asylum recently. Unfortunately that might be a tad boring so I'm going to write about something else as well (skip the next paragraph if you don't want to hear about me).
The first thing I decided to do was make a skirt. It's a full length black skirt made from bed sheet material (WARNING: stand with a light behind you e.g. sun it becomes slightly see-through.) I used one of those dress making patterns, where you get the stencil and just have to cut it out, all the measuring is done for you. I think it turned out pretty well. That had not satisfied my creativity though, so I set my sights on designing 2 tank tops. (I think more leeches are needed) So buying 2 cheep white tank tops from Tescos, I set about on them with my black marker pen. Oh the joys one can have from black marker pen. My first one exclaims on the front that I am a "Wayward Victorian Girl" while on the back it very rightly says "The Asylum Is My Home" very fitting. My other top comments on "The Poisoned Tea-Party" and on the back "Are You Suffering?" Which could quite possible be one of the best quotes created by Emilie Autumn. Oh yes some very important news about that, but it can wait. As if that wasn't enough to stem the flow of my creativity (which was rapidly becoming a torrent) I decided as well to learn the violin. My thoughts go at once to the doctors whom have listened to me screech and scrape the bow across the wires. Also I would like to say this it is a carefully had carved antique violin that has been in the most elegant of hands, but it is not so. It just so happens to be a rather quirky electric violin, black of course. A picture is suited below. At the moment I am self teaching myself it from a book, which tells me that i can now play the D major scale. As it also just so happens, I have also got a job. It is not highly paid, but at least I am earning. One of the disadvantages and advantages is that it is in a store that I love, hence the reason I would like to buy nearly everything that is in there. Its a little Alternative store called Naquiba I love it. The people are so friendly there and always welcoming. so that has also been taking up a lot of my time.
My Violin [=Now my darlings I am going to move my topic away from me, and on to Celebs. I know we hear allot about Celebrities in the society we live in today, we even have magazines devoted to them *sigh*. well I must tell you now that I am not a Celebrity lover. I do not care about what is happening to Paris Hilton or Lindsy Lohan at 3 in the morning and whether they have been flashing their nickers or have non on at all. Also in no way, shape, or form care on the pubic view towards them. Except for, that is, David Tennant. Now your all probably there sighing in to your cups of tea, going "she's bloody obsessed isn't she, I bet she has posters of him all over her cell." Well your wrong, I only have two posters of him on my cell wall. Yes i do find him attractive and an extremely good actor, but what I do not do, is stalk him. At the moment he is preforming Hamlet at The Courtyard Theatre in Stratford Upon Avon (the reviews are great), which just so happens to be the place where I work. I have not seen him about yet, but now it seems even more unlikely that anyone will even get a glimpse of this man. Every time he goes out in to town the poor man gets ambushed by screaming fan girls (and boys) and foreign tourists. My heart goes out to him. The director of this play is being extremely unreasonable and is now saying that he can't go in to his favourite cafe and if he does it has to be shut because it apparently it becomes "a doctor who convention". My friend walked past him the other day and casually said "Hi" as he was being mobbed, "they're all Spanish" was his reaction. Doesn't that tug your heart strings? The poor man can't even go in to his favourite cafe shop, walk down the street or even come out of the theatre with out a crowd of people following him. I really do hope it dies down, and all you out there trying to stalk him, give him a little room to breath, he deserves it.
Talking about famous people, you will never guess what. I shall give you a clue: She is coming to Birmingham. Wait that's two clues, oh well. Guessed yet? Oh I give up. I HAVE EMILIE AUTUMN TICKETS!!! Yes I am going to see her on the 3rd of October in the barfly. I cannot wait. Seriously after this gig, they are going to have to lock me up forever and a day.
Also speaking about music, that has made me think. At the moment I have been listening to a lot of Gershwin, George Gershwin to be precise. I did not realise how much of an amazing composer he is. Most people know things of his such as "Summer time" sang by Peter Gabriel (Lyrics by Ira Gershwin, the brother), I Got Rhythm, along with Porgy and Bess the Opera. But just listening to Rhapsody in Blue, the complexity of the piece is just astounding, using all instruments to their full potential, and the clarinet at the start, it just blows my mind. The strings joining in conspicuously when the clarinet trills gives it that sharp edge, while the piano softens the tone. Its pace, rhythm and diversity of the piece lets me never get bored of what I am hearing over the 15 minutes of playing. and the same is true of all his pieces including Second Rhapsody, which I like to wake up to in the morning and lie there in my bed listening to. Also, do look at the website is you don't know them, the jukebox is pretty good.
Moving on now from a music review to a book review. Written again by someone who is in the public attention and I admire. Stephen Fry's The Stars Tennis Balls. An amazing book about a School boy who's life is perfect, until he ends up being put in a privet Lunatic Asylum and is told his whole life is a lie. Finally he gets out and takes revenge on those whom put him in there. It's a thrilling read, that makes you really want to keep going. I read it in just under 6 hours and could not put it down. Apart from Moab Is My Wash Pot, this has to be one of the best Stephen Fry books I have read, in fact probably one of the best books I have read. I suggest now that you all bugger your keepers and doctors in to getting you a copy. I fact I don't care how you do it, just get one!
Right then my darlings, I hope that has entertained you for a few minuets at least. it is now 3am in the morning and i must retire to my bed, for I have a busy day ahead of me tomorrow Filled with joy and excitement. Remember: be nice to the doctors and they might be nice to you.
