First Bloging

B'y'ellow, B'y'ellow, I'm the writter of this new and hopefully enjoyable blog. I'll probally update every Saturday, this is as I have a writing course every Saturday and I'll be posting my writings up here, so enjoy the randomness!!! ( I have very bad spelling)

   This week in this glorious system of chaotic writing we invented some new english words!
Fluramo ( A fall from grace purely for the sake of falling from grace), Nideal ( A lack of smell; what silence is to sound, Nideal is to smell), and Skedish ( The act of making up random words ) where ones that I made for this Activity. One of the girls didn't have any words I can see a serious use for in my ( hopeful ) future career of Author, but the other made some good words:
Inkdil: A dark lily like plant
Glustell: The ringing of a bell caused by the wind force, considered bad luck
Scrosting: Pieces of rust that fall onto a surface to form a sort of coating
Sprackle: A tiny fluffball creature that scatters about when the curtains are shook.

We had to write some poems using five words and any number of our own words ( I'll underline the needed words and itallics for the new words)
  
     The Oracle's vision
The Castles and manors are in ruinius death
the land is dead
not a potato, or a barley loaf, or a craker left,
this land, called Ireland once,
is deader then gold, or coal, or fluffy clouds.
For in it's silent nideal of darkness
the memories of the queen scream,
of her visit, of the economies death,
and how this country died in glorius Fluramo,
in a twisted and cold quest of Skedish.

     Pig Breakfast.
A dance of the fateless, fast and eerie
they run,
run to hide from that slight blade
their foul stench killing my nideal,
I will find them, and have me some Crubeen


This piece was from last week but I think it deserves some recognition. Just to note the Id, Ego and Super Ego are terms for mental systems used in psychology. I think they represent the wild animal, the sense of self and the moral code:

Clarke was kicking himself, any-normal tiem he would run, he was the best member of the local running team, the best member.But he was to afraid to do so, before him were three dead men; clawed, bitten, burnt, whipped, crushed and about destroyed in every possible way you could imagine a gang of dragon-slayers could die when fighting a dragon in an alleyway. Sari was standing tall over them, scrapping blood from under her nails with a file. Clark was either dating a  girl who could turn into a dragon, or a dragon who could turn into a girl, he didn't care. His Id was screaming like a little girl, his Super-Ego was simply fainting and his Ego was complaining as her cloathes weren't ripped off in the shape shifiting.


I'll also be posting my oppinions on various things in each blog, for example I like this webcomic, just keep an eye that the front page leads to the latest update. Plus I'll be adding what I did of interest on that week,
for example I completed the ECDL course on Monday, at last I'm finished that damn boring course! On tuesday my class had a concert of our own music, and if you happen to hear those songs, we are sorry but we are terrible lyric writters. Actually, that's most main stream songs these days. And from Wednesday to Friday I was doing work experience at my local bookshop while the rest of my year is in Barcelona for the school trip. I didn't go for five reasons:1) I hate hot weather. 2) I don't like the idea of having more pick pockets on the average street then degrees ( celisus or fahrenhiet) on an average day. 3) I voted for Paris on the form. 4) The school has gone to Barcelona for the last 2 years at least, and I don't want to form that kind of tradition. 5) I have no interest in the city's sights.

                  The Creater of Titles
                                              ME!