Genie Curtains

My curtains are never fully closed at night. But of course, you already knew that didn’t you. That’s right, I see your telescope. I like that you do it. I out on a show. Wait, what? Sidetracked! Blasted stalkers distracting me. My curtain allows for me to have a direct line of sight out of my window from where my head rests on my pillow. Naturally, like most things I do, there’s a weird reason behind it. It’s so that every single night, I can stare out and wish upon the first star I see (unless it’s cloudy and I can’t see any stars in which case I normally don’t sleep well). Yes, I do the entire “Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight…” chant out loud, and yes it’s the same exact wish every night because I’m a 7 year old desperate for my pony. 

It reminds me though, a long time ago in a car boot sale up the road, I bought what looked like a genies lamp in the hopes that I would be granted 3 wishes. Honestly speaking, I have more than one but for now let’s pretend I wasnt a desperate child. It may come as a surprise, but I never got my wishes…

Imagine if I did though. Obviously, I’d have to make my first wish the wish I chant to the stars every night. But what of the others? Let’s pretend that my second wish was to allow you yourself to have the final wish. That’s right, you get a free wish, so you better not waste it on chocolate or a pinball machine… 

Lets setup the parameters of course. All of the traditional limitations apply, so no wishing for more wishes and such. Theres no monkey paw or the deathly hallows type of deal where everything is taken incredibly literally, typically endung negatively, because screw that. Let’s say your wish has to be possible, so no superhuman flight etc, but… Yes… you can get that pinball machine still… most people probably know their wish instantly, it’s a wish after all. I’d be surprised if you didn’t have any wishes. When you’ve come up with your wish, please read onwards. 
What if… the wish could be something impossible? You could bring back a lost loved one, be granted with a never ending bottle if clean water, still get that blooming pinball machine. Does it actually change what your wish was? For me it doesn’t… and I like to think of that as inspiration, and perhaps you can too. That wish if yours? That could happen. Wow…

If your wish did change though, then who’s to say that today’s impossible is tomorrow’s possible. I hope that’s the case for you. 

Good luck with your wish

Thanks for reading

 : : Ruby ❤ : : 

A Good Ol’ Natter

I revisited an old memory of mine, which I wished to share with you.

A few houses ago, yes it’s bad that I am able to say that, I used to be a weee weeeee lad. So weee that I used to do some of the stupidest things which nowadays would just make me start thinking over the entirety of my life. I assume you’re familiar with all of the things you keep in your bathroom, such as your shampoo, conditioner, face wash, shower gel, tomato sauce, mouthwash and toothpaste. Well, whenever the container they were in were nearly empty, I would take them and stash them all in my room (my mother was aware I did this, it wasn’t a secret) and wait for me to have collected a large quantity of them. Of course, I could have just taken full bottles, but I was a good child, so the ones I took were typically under half… maybe… Eventually, I would have built up so many different items where I was ready to do the next step. I would take a bowl and empty all of the containers into it. It doesn’t sound pretty, but it used to be a lot more fun than it seems. It was like I was some wizard conjuring and mixing this magnificent concoction which always used to end up looking like Angel Delight. Literally every time. I remember enjoying it also because it had a smell which was very significant to just that, in the way that I love the smell of Petrol, as it doesn’t smell like other things, whereas all flowers smell the same, let’s not lie to ourselves. Now that I think of it though, I probably shouldn’t have spent all my time smelling it. That might have been the cause of many existing problems now that I think about it. Oh no.

Let’s pretend this never happened.

 

Thanks for reading

: : Ruby ❤ : :

When Your Best Friend Gets You A Fidget Cube

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I need to go shower, yet part of me wants to take it with me. I need help.

Thanks for reading

: : Ruby ❤ : :

 

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CAUTION :: WET FLOOR

Remember that job I said I had? Well, that’s gone already.

When it came down to it, I would have been making less than minimum wage, and missing out on seeing someone who I would have probably quit any job for. I still feel bad, though. It’s fairly rare to see people proud of me, so I take what I can get. My mother was really happy, my aunt bought me some shoes to celebrate (she’s a clothes person, don’t ask), my cousin came around and congratulated me, my brother seemed happy about it too and… Yeah.

It’s starting to build up again, though.

Earlier today in Graphics, my teacher came to me doing their usual “Oh, so let’s see how far you’ve gotten even though I already know you’ve done absolutely nothing so I’m going to antagonise you about it” and swinging weirdly happily over to me, and I guess I sort of amazed them a bit, as this was on my screen.

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No-one had questioned why it was there, as everyone had assumed that it was just some artist research I was doing, though little did anyone realise that along with this image I had the entire process of how I made it, where I explained all the different programs I used, and how I was able to make all of it. By the time I was done, everyone in the class had basically gathered around my computer looking at my screen.

In total, this is around 20-30 hours work maybe, given that I had to learn how to use the majority of the software within that time, along with experiment with ways in which to convert or display or whatever. I struggle to have an opinion on stuff, but some people like Charlotte and Joe and whoever were effectively saying that it was insanely professional and that alone basically guaranteed me a great mark if I carried on using it for my final poster.

When my cousin saw an earlier product than this, he was still amazed, given that he had shown me how to use it literally the day before and I had already modelled so much stuff with it, though granted I was up for most of the night doing that when I probably shouldn’t have been.

If I had to form an opinion on it, though, I would probably just say “yay”. It made people be amazed and happy, and it made me happy that I impressed them. T’was nice.

Besides from that, though, I am doing really bad in Graphics, as this is really only one poster out of three, no matter how good it looks. I’ve been in a horrible mood all week alongside this, for some personal reasons and such. The job thing certainly doesn’t help. Today I just feel pissed off. Partly the reason I am writing this is to make me try and feel better I suppose. Tomorrow, I’m going to feel even worse. It’s all just so uuuuuuuuuuugh.

But from an outsiders point of view, I guess I’m pretty fine. I’m really happy with how my Graphics poster is going along, even if there are two more I need to do.

Thanks for reading

: : Ruby ❤ : :

Poking the Void

Hey!

I went to work for the first time today, which is a positive note among today’s society I assume. That’s not me saying I’ve always had a job but just never gone, that’s me saying I have obtained my first job and went to it today. Surprisingly, all in all, it went pretty swell!

Here’s a tubby picture of me to laugh at. Feel free to photoshop to your heart’s content.

Fun fact! That is a Gyazo screenshot of a Gyazo screenshot of the original image file which I saved to my phone’s camera by copying it from Snapchat. This was mostly because I didn’t want the words “I like your nip” to be on there from the original Snapchat picture… Fact! Fun facts are more mischievous than fun. Starting to hate pictures of me less, probably thanks to filters though >.>

 

I poked some flowers and sorted them to look pretty long story short ^-^

You need to buy the DLC to get the long story.

 

Thanks for reading

: : Ruby ❤ : :

I Deja You Too

Firstly, don’t get annoyed because I spelt deja vu without the fancy letters. I’m on my phone, in bed, at 3am; cut me some slack. 

On Saturday I had one of my best friends come around for what is now known as ‘Pizza Saturday’, which says a lot about my rich choice in foods. When we were dropping them off later, though, I had a weird episode of Deja Vu in the car. I’ve always had weird experiences with this kind of thing, and I don’t even know if it is Deja Vu, maybe it is something else, but whenever it happens I normally either end up talking about having Deja vu inside of my Deja vu, or I leave some kind of message for myself. So, when I was sat in the car, I had the episode and I had a message…

“You have no idea how lucky you are. Youre friends with the planets best person. You better love this person until the end of time, and never lose them”

I then starTed thinking about pirates in the Deja vu for some reason, but I hope you get the idea.

Thanks Odd

Thanks for reading

 : : Ruby ❤ : : 

Ostensibly Preposterous

Around 8 million lightning strikes happened that day.

Around 728,000,000,000,000 heart beats across the globe that day.

Around 21,000,000,000 kisses will be passed that day.

Around two people sat on that bench under their favourite tree, sharing the same pair of earphones that day.

Coincidentally, those two people stayed there for hours in each other’s arms, not realising that the music they were listening to had repeated many a time. Neither of them wanted to leave the others side, so they stayed there for hours, staring out over the still water ahead of them. People who walked past would smile at them, though they enjoyed seeing their love for one another be shown publically, without fear. The people who walked past, they didn’t smile at them for anything else. They didn’t know that the two of them were going to climb Mt Kilimanjaro together to get married, or that they would some day both provide great leaps in cancer research, or that they would at some point create the child who makes the world’s most popular and loved phone. They just knew that they were in love, and that’s all that was needed for the world to smile

Handcrafted Dreams

I hope this becomes a thing some day.

Handcrafted Dreams would essentially be some kind of website or store which you can go to, and they will make you have a certain dream. This could be the same dream over and over, so say for instance there was a dream which you loved so much that you wish it was recurring, then they’d give you something to allow for this to happen. It could also stop certain types of dreams from occurring, such as nightmares or anything related to certain topics. You could even pay them to forge your own reality within your dream, literally write a story to become your dream. Naturally, they’d stop people from making horrifying dreams etc, else the business would turn bad with pranksters and bullies.

I’d like to write nice dreams for people,  whether they’re ones that I’ve had, or nice things that I’ve come up with. Maybe show people interesting concepts. Perhaps even make games inside of dreams, which would beat virtual reality since they have full control and the person is in no way limited to the dream, they can do what they like within it.

I like to think that it would start to become a way of sending messages to people. Say, for example, for someone’s birthday you gave them a little dream bottle of some kind, and it makes them dream of a happy memory they once had with you, and at the end of it the dream tells them ‘Happy Birthday’. Perhaps someone is feeling down, so you do pass over a happy dream to them. Perhaps someone needs to revise, so they put all of their notes into a dream so that they can revise from in there.

It would create a new form of media for the world, instead of books or movies, you could add dreams onto that list. Picture walking down the aisles of a shop, with thousands of tiny bottles all labelled with different kinds of dreams. Even being able to walk around a shop like that and glance at every label would inspire anyone. To prevent everyone from constantly being asleep, though, there should be a way of making the time within the dream last longer than time in real life. Not only would this allow for people to dream more, but it lets people live an even longer life in their dreams along as whilst awake.

Thanks for reading

: : Ruby ❤ : :

The More You Know

Earlier today, I was under the impression that I was going to have to struggle to come up with an idea for a blog post, but something happened and I want you to know about it.

After walking out of College, I had originally planned to do a post called “Let’s go for a walk…”, and I was going to effectively write a blog post between the time it took me to get from my school to my car. That has since been deleted, and I am happy to say this is its replacement. To be honest, it was an awful post and as such I probably wouldn’t have put it up anyway. I walked for a bit, complained about how cold it was and that my arms were covered in ink so I couldn’t roll my sleeves down, talked about how a bike drove into a car and I checked to see if they were okay and then I arrived at Sainsbury’s.

So, when I was in Sainsbury’s I was looking for some coloured pens so that I could make some pretty and colourful mindmaps inside of my sketchbook. This was when one of the loveliest people I’ve ever met came up to me. A person of roughly the equivalent height to me (around 6ft), wearing a long blue raincoat, came up to me and they placed a walking stick against the isle. He passed me a piece of paper, and it read, as I recall “Hello, my name is Angus and I have suffered from a stroke, stopping me from being able to move my right arm or talk properly. Me showing you this cutout is my own way of introducing myself to you”. Naturally, I instantly became friendly, saying that it was lovely to meet them, shaking their hand and being all around nice. He turned over the paper, and it was a cutout from a newspaper, which he passed over to me so that I could read it. I’m not going to recite the entire newspaper to you, but I just wanted to talk to you about how cool Angus Igwe is.

Angus had the stroke when he was 54, causing no use in their right arm, weakening their right leg and limiting his speech to simply ‘yes’ and ‘no’. After rehabilitating themselves for around five years, he joined the Basingstoke Stroke Group from where he had started to delve into the world of art. Now, he paints on a daily basis, using his left hand instead. The newspaper cutout was about the Life After Stroke Awards Ceremony, and how Angus, at 60, won an award.

For those of you interested, here is a video!

After reading the cutout, I congratulated him instantly, and allowed for a smile to beam across his face as he said “Shhhh” to me. He was honestly one of the happiest people I have ever seen in my life, and he has certainly made my life a little brighter. I doubt you are reading this, let alone if you remember me, but if you are then it was lovely to meet you!

Thanks for reading

: : Ruby ❤ : :

Ever known this type of person?

You know the one I mean.

They are the person who you think of when asked if something else is nice. You compare the other thing to them. Perhaps you are being asked if a building looks nice, and if the person you think of is tall, and the building is also tall, then you start to find the building nice.

The person who you can’t imagine a better version of. A sweeter version of. A kinder version of.

This is that person for me.

 

From underneath their grey hood, their twirling hair trickles out from the shadows and seem to continue forever downwards, the light highlighting strands to help assist her stunning looks, with their fringe swiftly swaying to one side. Magnitudes of the shade of purple at the tips of every strand from where their hair was dyed last. Their blush is more beautiful than any blood moon that this Earth has ever seen, which when accompanied with their grand smile, all your problems become mute, and your happiness breaks through its cage and shines. With eyes that contain every translucent particle of every ocean swirling around, causing your mind to flutter. Skin so soft, you feel you could sleep against it for an eternity. Hands which cutely fold against their smooth chin, holding their perfect head in place as it supports their matt black thickly rimmed glasses.

Thanks for reading

: : Ruby ❤ : :