musings of a forgotten teenager...

friends only

Sun, 27 Jan 2008 14:40:45 GMT

Because I know have another place to put my stories, icons and other stuff like that I see no point in keeping my journal public. Therefore I have decided to make my journal here after a friends only journal. Now, you can still see my journal if you want. All you have to do is friend me and I almost always will agree to be friends - it does depend on whether I know you enough to trust you won't spam the bloody page or stalk me.

forgottensophie where I will put anything else that isn't my musings, like icons and stuff...

musing forty-six

Sat, 26 Jan 2008 18:47:28 GMT

Gee I'm depressed today, and my back is hurting, and I have lots of work to do. It be driving me mad. I wish I had a hole I could crawl into for the rest of this day, week, month and even come out because, to quote John Lennon, I'm so tired and haven't slept a wink. But I can't have a lie down because I jolt myself awake. If I had some pot I might smoke that but I'm a bit too much of a goodie two shoes to go looking for pot. Maybe if my back gets really bad I'll take a couple of pain-killers. That can sometimes knock me out.

I don't even have anything to think about at the moment.

EDIT: Decided to add my comment here because I've started ranting - my back still feels uncomfortable. Now i'm starting to feel really ticked off. I tried to sleep it off, but it still aching, so I'm going to take some more pain killers. It doesn't hurt so much as it's really uncomfortable.

I hate taking tablets; they make me feel 'drugged-up' and weary, which I feel anyway so it makes it worse!^^ I used to be scared they'd get stuck in my throat when I was a kid. It's only recently I've got used to them because I had to. *groans* It's been a bad day all around, just like yesterday. It's been a bad week what with the dentist, and having to go back to see him next month to have a filling *cries* He's a nice guy... I just don't like dentists. I should rant about that too in my entry...

I've hardly had a chance to rest it because I've been running arounf after my mum, who has made herself ill because the stupid doctor wanted to see her to see if she's valid for support money. Err, hello? The woman had a stroke, has had two operations replacing her knee caps, and nearly died around this time last year... someone like that should have to drag themselves to Romford to show how disabled they are. I think that's what did my back in, sitting around for ages and walking up flights of stairs, over and over. Gee, I feel like an old lady. You can see why my mum must be feeling rotten.

Right, that's my rant out of the way!

Plus, have you seen that daft advert with the cow and the slippers. "If cows were supposed to live indoors they'd be born with slippers?" Err... if humans were supposed to live indoors we'd be born with slippers too. Hmmm... looks like we should got back to living in trees with the other antrapoids, then.

Sophie

musing forty-five

Wed, 23 Jan 2008 00:30:36 GMT

Finally got all of the coursework pieces that had piled up on me last week out of the way - but it's far from over. I have a lot of stuff to do tomorrow. Plus, I have to see the denist so I won't be in last period. I hate the denist. I also won't be in the period before lunch on Friday (Which means I have to miss English and I hate falling behind in that.) At least I have a gift for catching up with things. It's how I got through my GCSEs. I must have had the worst attendence for a model student last year because of men, my mum and other stuff... The ultimate irony that I'm now one of the only people that don't bunk classes, and therefore have a good attendence over all.

Anyway, dentist - I hate them. Not happy about tomorrow. Won these, by the way. I haven't made any icons in ages because of all this work. Or updated my journal for that matter. Sorry about that:

Sophie

musing forty-four

Thu, 17 Jan 2008 20:34:53 GMT

I'm bored so I'm writing down my ships. I just can't be bothered to do something more productive. It's tiring when your brain isn't functioning properly.

Sophie

musing forty-three

Wed, 16 Jan 2008 23:45:07 GMT

Right, so just watched the new episode of Torchwood. Loved it and find the character of Captain John Heart very interesting. Good to see that Martha will be turning up some time during the series in what looks like a brilliant story line. Some old guy saying she's travelled in time and space is good enough to get excited. In this first episode Owen was talking about finding someone on his level, and Toshiko is hoping. We already know that Owen will be trying to have it off with Martha - but fail because she's still PG friendly. Tosh will apparently be jealous of Martha, Gwen will be curious (Though I imagine she'll be a little jealous), and apparently Jack "loves Martha in a non-sexual way", so it seems that Martha will be added to the list of Jack's love interests.

And doesn't he half have a list. Okay he comes back and has that talk with Gwen. One of my favourite moments in the episode was that talk with Gwen in the vaults. She tries to find out what was going on with him, why he left and why he came back. Jack's emotional response made me smile and get tense at the same time. The way he spoke about dying many times, and seeing the end of the world. Gwen's response was good too. She clearly missed Jack an awful lot and wanted him to spill out his heart. And he did. I can't remember what he said exactly but he said he came back for them, and that was enough. His grabbing of Gwen's hand and finding she's engaged was interesting too. He seemed disappointed that she was engaged, and tried to breeze past it. The way Jack was behaving - it's like he's had some sort of ephiphany since "the year that never was."

Okay, also got a lot of coursework. I'll have time to do it on Friday, I hope, and this weekend. I'll be run off my feet, I tell you.

Sophie

musing forty-two

Tue, 15 Jan 2008 15:16:19 GMT

New award for me^^

musing forty-one

Mon, 14 Jan 2008 20:15:34 GMT

Because I've been doing a lot of non-diary entries here I decided to do what most people do and make a community for all of my icons, stories and so on. All the old ones will stay here but any new ones will go in the new community. Thank you for listening.

Here it is: forgottensophie

Sophie

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musing thirty-nine

Sun, 06 Jan 2008 23:16:18 GMT

Title: For Every Reason
Genre: Howl's Moving Castle, book-verse
Rating: PG (Just to be safe)
Summary: Sophie answers a very compelling question: why does she love Howl?

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Why do I love him so much?

People always ask me that and when I tell them they always say “That’s not a reason!” Well, so what? I don’t care if it is a reason to them or not. It is my reason. I just love him and there is no way to explain it. At times I used to doubt his love for me but never mine for him. I always thought, back when we met, that I was safe from ever falling in love with him behind my old lady exterior… but I couldn’t. It’s like it was predestined to happen the way it did. Like it was written in the stars…

Ha, yes, a star called Calcifer!

If you can’t understand then don’t ask! It’s not my fault that my love isn’t the perfect fairytale that all people imagine marriage should be. Keep your fairytale! There is no way I’ll let children’s stories rule my life.

Howl isn’t exactly a fairytale prince, is he? I mean how many princes run away and leave you to chop the dragon’s head off? Oh, he can be brave if he needs to. He has been brave for my sake many, many times.

Oh, but he is so vain, so selfish sometimes, and I can’t get him to do any of the simple things. I’ll be like, “Howl, put that shelf up!” and he’ll say, “Yes, in a minute!” and then several months later I’ll ask again, and he’ll say “Oh not now, cariad!” and then we argue about it. I’m one of the only people who can make him angry. I’m not nagging I’m just telling him. Every married woman can relate to this, you ask him to do something, and it never happens, so you have to either do it yourself or bring in a handyman to put it up, right?

Well, I got Michael to do it in the end in return for one of my strawberry short cakes. I know how much he, Martha and the children love them, and it was the least I can do. Then, once it’s all done, I draw Howl’s attention to the wall to see if he notices anything different. “What do you see?” ask I, and he looks and looks and says: “Oh, have you cleaned again?”

Typical, the best wizard in the country, maybe even the world, in anyway world, maybe… Yes, defiantly in every world I know of or have seen, and Howl has shown me a lot, he is the best… and he won’t even put up a bloody kitchen shelf. He forces me to ask my busy brother-in-law, who has enough on his plate with six children and another on the way, to put it up.

“You should have asked Ben or something!” he’d say.

“Ben can’t DIY to save his life,” say I, “and I asked you!”

“When did you ever ask me? I don’t remember!”

“Four months ago I asked you!” doesn’t make you want to fume when they do that? “And again last month, and nothing happened. This shelf has been lying there on that floor for months and months, gathering dust. Meanwhile my spices are piled up on top of the fireplace and they keep bothering Calcifer. The other day Morgan came in here and knocked the whole lot over. All over the floor! Calcifer wouldn’t stop sneezing.”

“Only four months?” questioned Howl in his way. “You need to have more faith in me. I normally do these things eventually. Remember your oddments shelf? I put that up.”

“Yes, after eight months. I had the twins in that time frame, Howl!”

“I still put it up, didn’t I?”

Goodness, all men are the same it turns out. Well, he’s not perfect but he’s Howl and I wouldn’t have him any other way. He wouldn’t be the man I fell for if I didn’t have to nag him to do every little thing. I think I’d go mad with a perfect husband. To have a man who did everything when I asked him to, or never disagreed with me, or could walk into a room without making a mess in a swing of a door, would bore me and make me feel out of place, cheap, and a bad person.

With Howl I think that because we are both terribly faulted we feel comfortable with each other. I have never really taken account of his faults and I don’t think he has of mine. Fine, he points out I’m nosey but I have other bad habits too. He never points them out. He never makes me feel bad. In fact, he makes me feel amazingly good with myself. He’s a waste of space sometimes, he’s lazy, messy, vain, selfish… no, no; he is not selfish, not really.

Not many people realise this but Howl is very, very selfless when it comes down to it. He does everything in his power to protect me. When danger, real danger faces us, and there is no escape, he will shield me from the flames. Even if he has to face his greatest fears, face certain death, he will do it for me. I know this because he has done it. They are not the words of a husband that mean nothing. That isn’t Howl’s style. He won’t even kiss me in public. He doesn’t go for all of the poetic talking that turn some women to jelly. He can’t say anything directly. I’m not stupid and I know people lie, and Howl could fib his way out of a room with no doors, and I know some men are pigs but not my Howl.

Some may have that believed Howl to be cowardly and selfish but he just isn’t. I know him better than any of you who might not understand why I stay with him or why he stays with me. I’m the only one who can see just how self-sacrificing and brave he is. Even Howl doesn’t realise it. But he is, he is, he is!

And that’s why, I think, he prefers me to other women, because I see all these things, his faults, and still loves him more than them. Believe me, I knew he was a cad a while before I fell in love with him. He thinks I see things in him that aren’t there. But I see the real Howl. I’m the only one who sees the real Howl.

Okay, he’s a cad but he’s my cad! Dear me, how pathetic was that? I don’t care. We all need some moments of weakness. I’m not blinded by love… Oh, maybe I am. But then, why else do you love someone? Pray tell, why do you love your partner so much? Can you answer that question easily?

Why do I love Howl so much? Because I just do; does everything need a reason?

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musing thirty-eight

Wed, 02 Jan 2008 22:48:15 GMT

Well, back to work. I've been very slowly doing college work and revision. I haven't been in the right mind set what with my grandmother and all. Oh well, I'll try my best. I know I know I have the knowledge and mum said she'd help me with a study night. We're going to watch A Hard Day's Night too. Goodie gum drops. Anyway, I think she can help me with cognitive dev. because she studied it once too. Sometimes, if I just talk about it, then I remember it all. Oh, been working on my books today, wrote a bit on Julia, a bit on JR and a bit on my mum and my theory on Jack the Ripper. I also had a look at "Another World" for the first time in six months. It's such a good idea I can't believe I left it. I also found "Human Trash"! Gee, I need to do some editting. Not enough time now though. Next time I have free time, sure, but not now.

Sophie

musing thirty-seven

Tue, 01 Jan 2008 00:18:13 GMT

Again, Happy New Year. I'll tell you about my day... after I've had it. Right now, I'm going to bed. Nightie-night!

musing thirty-six

Mon, 31 Dec 2007 22:18:32 GMT

Well... I thought I better just make my last post of this year.

H A P P Y N E W Y E A R S

What a year it has been!

There has been more good and bad this year, sadly. Here is a very short review:

My mum nearly died, my grandmother got sick and is now dying, I had to get into college, I did my GCSEs, I began college and had to find new friends as well as keep old ones, and started this journal. Thankfully, my mum didn't die and is alright now, I got into college, I passed my GCSEs, started college on a high note and made new friends, and you can decide whether this journal is for the good or the bad. So I suppose there has been a lot of good this year really. Sadly there is nothing I can do for my grandmother, though.

All I can say now is HAPPY NEW YEAR and I'll see you in 2008!

Love Sophie

xxx

musing thirty-five

Sun, 30 Dec 2007 13:46:35 GMT

Right, I was talking with a friend the other day who shall remain nameless because he's recently fled to Italy... well not fled, he lives there with his dad, and we got on to talking about Doctor Who. Oh, just off topic, really excited about the new Torchwood series. You can see clips on Freema Agyeman's website (Best companion so far!) And we were trying to work out why the Doctor is so obssessed with taking on young girls as his companions. What's the deal? At first my friend sai he was a perv but then I said maybe it has something to do with his granddaughter. We talked it out and came up with The Susan Foreman Complex, which is basically the idea that because the Doctor feels the need to protect someone he takes on the companions who make up for his granddaughter not being there.

Firstly, the Doctor's only known family was his granddaughter Susan Foreman who he had been travelling with for a long time in exile. Susan being only a little girl really was always in need of saving and was often kidnapped to get the Doctor to do what the enemy wanted. She left him to stay on Earth, quite unwillingly, as the Doctor had to lock her out of the TARDIS to stop her from coming back. He began to fear that as long as Susan was with him she wouldn't have a life of her own. So he told her stay on Earth and that he would one day return for her. Till this day he never has and with the Time War we can assume that as far as the Doctor knows Susan died in the Time War with the other Time Lords.

The Doctor's second companion after Susan was a girl called Vicki who he adopted as his granddaughter. After she left, there were others, time after time, there was new companion to replace his adopted granddaughters. The trend has never ended. Basically, the Doctor needs someone to protect because without Susan he would have been very lonely. The reason they are so young is because Susan was very young, still a child really, and needed him. The Doctor likes to show off and be needed by his companions the way Susan needed him. I suppose the reason he felt a little overwhelmed by Martha is because she didn't always need him to protect her as she could do a lot of things by herself. His love of humans comes from Susan too. Prior to meeting Ian and Barbara he hated humans or at least disliked them and Earth. He only began to like them and protect them once Susan left to live with humans. He is still protecting the thing the person he loved most held dear.

Sophie

musing thirty-four

Fri, 28 Dec 2007 14:05:36 GMT

I've won some more awards, dear people:

Me happy^^

Sophie

XXX

musing thirty-three

Thu, 27 Dec 2007 17:59:29 GMT

Well, I'm back everyone after my visit to my grandparents. Oh, it was so hard. They were so unwell and from the moment I got there I felt we were in the way. We came home a day early in the end. I got my Christmas presents today too. I got lots of chocolate, a new necklace, two stuffed toys, lots of make-up and bath stuff (which I can't use with my sensitive skin), a new top and a new i-pod.

It's all cool!

Sophie

musing thirty-one

Sat, 22 Dec 2007 16:52:49 GMT

Hi, just little random people for the Howl's Moving Castle icons - although I suppose most of them have Howl in them. Beatles icons - some of all of them, at least one each for the original Beatles girls. Like my last pair were really Paul and Jane, this time the Beatle I appear to have made the most icons of is Ringo, and a couple of Maureen.

[ 001 - 005 ] Howl's Moving Castle
[ 006 - 025 ] Beatlemania

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Created with angelamaria's Icon Table Generator @ Bauble

You know the rule, no stealing, no hotlinking, not adding text, take as many as you want and do please credit if used.

Sophie

EDIT: I forgot to add this one. It's nothing special but there's point me not posting it:

Thanks^^

musing thirty

Fri, 21 Dec 2007 20:15:01 GMT

Another award:

I enjoy winning awards. If I ever get a chance to update my websites I'll have to show these off. But for now I'll just show my friends.

Sophie

musing twenty-nine

Wed, 19 Dec 2007 17:45:38 GMT

I won at tudoricontest two awards. Yes, two awards! One for Best Use of Colour and Best Use of Cropping:

Now, here are the icons that won and the other three I entered:

Here are some variations of the icons:

And here are my awards^^

Happy days, eh? Love Sophie.

xxx

musing twenty-eight

Tue, 18 Dec 2007 18:56:21 GMT

My mum and I have been thinking a lot about Jack the Ripper lately. We are lucky to belong to the second largest following suspect wise (After the Royal Conspiracy) in being Druittists (A term used to describe people who follow the life and/or believe that Monatgue John Druitt was the Ripper. Well, it seems most likely to me. Truth is no one has a leg to stand on when it comes to the evidence. It always depends on how you read it. I was shocked at how many people believe in the Royal Conspiracy, and was very annoyed that there is not one theory I have read so far that doesn't make Druitt a scapegoat. My only belief is that they can't do a bloody theory without chucking him in. I don't know whether to laugh or cry - they don't believe he did it (They believe their 70 year old doctor friend did it, don't they?) then why do they need to pick on him?

Anyway, bottom like is, there is very little evidence to suggest any of our men did it. That's when all the crazy theories come in. Mine, of course, I try to limit the crazy. Sure, it helps that my suspect was mentally ill, had his chambers in the area, killed himself after Kelly's murder, had at least two chief policemen who suspected him, may have had an article written about him by his cousin Lionel, and his cousin Emily attempted to contact the police with information about the Ripper.

Truth is, none of us can say so and so did it.

I mean the only evidence you can put forward if you think it was written by the killer, is that graffiti. He certainly didn't write those letters. They were too well structured to be written by the man who criminal profiles describe today. They say the Ripper was probably menatlly ill, and while not froathing at the mouth like another popular suspect, Aaron Kosminski, who I also considered briefly because I hit a stump when trying to convince myself why a harmless lunatic, with a great hatred of women and known to the area to have no money... could convince five prostitutes to go any where with him, and would not be able to stop his murderous rampage unless he was captured or died. But there is only that graffiti, if that.

In which case you're looking for a guy who is carrying chalk with him... Hmmm...

At least you can say that Druitt, or Kosminski, or even Gull or Chapman did it because they had weak or no alibis for any of the murders. In fact, no matter how many times you try to disprove them you can't. It's tragic, especially in the case of Gull, as one would think his strokes and hear attacks would be enough. Apparently not. Nor is Druitt's cricket match as it has been proved many times that he could have made the journey. We know too little of Kosminski to know or even care whether he had a alibi. Of course nott hat it would matter even if you did prove they couldn't have been there for one of the murders. I mean think about it: no matter how many times you tell people that James Kenneth Stephen had an alibi for one of the murders, or that young Prince Eddy was in Germany when his alleged Catholic daughter was conceived - although Annie Crooke was not even a Catholic, nor would it have made a difference. If Eddy had married a Catholic and had a child neither he or Alice could inherit the throne. No matter how many times you say Frances Tumblety was in prison on the night Mary Kelly was killed for carrying out his alleged homosexual activities, which he was scandalous for in his fatherland of Yankie world. No matter how many times you said it - they don't listen!

The tragic thing is that there is no evidence that will hold up in court anymore. None whatsoever. All we can do is guess. Truth is that when we die and go to Heaven, and ask God who the Ripper was, we'll all go: "Huh?" It's a joke my mum (Long-serving, most tolerant Druittist Ripperologist you'll ever meet) always says. Heh, well it's true. It's probably someone we haven't even considered.

There are some things we'll just never know.

Sophie

musing twenty-six

Sun, 09 Dec 2007 13:41:46 GMT

What a difficult question to answer... I'm not even sure how to answer. I don't know what it is that makes me write, I really don't. I just get an idea and want to develop it. It's like when you have a brain wave and you have to write it down before you forget it or someone else thinks of it. That's why I finish and put it out as quickly as possible. That way no one else can take my ideas. I think that anyone can write but to write like I do is a gift - the gift of being able to write down your ideas just for the sake of it is a gift. Some people can wait, but I can't!

Sophie

musing twenty-six

Sat, 08 Dec 2007 18:54:59 GMT

Not much to report today. I posting here to tell you nothing is up is my way of proving how bored I am. I'm so bored that I'm posting to my journal to tell you all how bored I am. I'm not only bored. I'm down too. You know about my gran, well, I have to drive up there with my mum on the 23rd of December. I get my Christmas presents early, though, on the 22nd. Wow factor, eh? It's not a very happy Christmas this year. This will be the last Christmas I celebrate with my gran, probably. I just don't know how I'm going to face her. I know I'll end up helping my Auntie Katherine with the dinner, along with my cousins. I'll smile, just smile like everything is alright. It's all I can do.

Sophie

musing twenty-six

Fri, 07 Dec 2007 20:08:33 GMT

Very thrilled today. I got my cognitive approach test back today - which I forgot to mention - and got a B. Big improvement from that D I got on the social approach. We spent less time on this approach too. I suppose it's because I didn't confuse this with the other stuff we did at the beginning of the year. It does always take me a while to adapt.

Oh, this is psychology, by the way...

Sophie

musing twenty-four

Sat, 01 Dec 2007 22:51:48 GMT

I love my layout, and a lot of people agree. I mean, isn't it prettyful? I edited it recently and now look at my top bar; it matches the colour scheme. I love that I can do that now. It all fits so perfectly. I'm a pinky sort of girl, I admit it!

Now I have that out of my system; I was surfing the website and decided to look up the all time funny joke - Paul is dead! I came across this website The Great BeatleDeath Conspiracy: Officially Pronounced Dead. It is a website that looks at all the small clues on the Beatles record, in the films, in writing and songs and what not, which can all be linked to the Paul is Dead thing. Not get this guy wrong - like me he seems to be logical and doesn't actually believe Paul is dead. It's just interesting, just like I think it is.

I signed the guestbook:

I thought I'd write you a nice entry because I've seen your "Lovely Emails" page and felt it was time you got a 'nicer' email—some of them look like the Jack the Ripper letters! I admit your website is very interesting. Before I go anywhere... I don't believe any of it either (Paul is dead, and all), but it is still interesting, because it shows all of the clues that they left around. You are totally right that it is a brilliant conspiracy.

It very exciting when you first find them; I adore listening to all the backtracking. I imagine John had a lot of fun making most of that up. I can also see some of the hints towards untimely death in the songs. One of my favourite songs "Don't Pass Me By" does have a double take to it. It could be about a man waiting for his missus to come home and it could be Ringo waiting for Paul.

I admit I find some of the clues a bit—weak—because many of them can be logically explained while the suggestion that it says ‘Paul is dead’ is a bit far-fetch, my opinion remember. They are quite amusing really because to me they are obviously the Beatles themselves making a joke about it at the time. Truth is, you can find anything if you read far enough into something. I have heard stories that the Beatles did come up with the whole thing a Ringo was the one who was supposed to die. Can you imagine that? “Ringo is dead”. Makes you think.

Anyway, I pretty sure that if the rumour were true Ringo, John, George and ‘Bill’ would surely have admitted that Paul died. I don’t see why ‘Bill’ would go on with being Paul for so long. I don’t see why Jane would keep the secret all these years, or any of them for that matter. It seems there are too many holes in the theory that Paul had a look-a-like that replaced him, while there is not real proof to suggest that Paul is dead. I know there are all of these things your lovely website has, but it isn’t real proof. It is four boys having a giggle.

Still a nice website; it’s funny that the other emails you get all assume you do believe Paul is dead. They obviously haven’t read the FAQ page!

And went on my way. Gee, the Magical Mystery Tour really does hurt ones head. I felt like I was drunk, stoned and taking a LSD trip... not that I've ever taken LSD (or been stoned for that matter) but I've heard enough songs to know it makes you go funny.

Sophie

musing twenty-three

Sat, 24 Nov 2007 20:30:12 GMT

Here is what has happened, as I don't have the energy for a rant today, as follows:

Got up very early for me on a Saturday and managed to listen to music for about half an hour before my dad comes through the door with the shopping *already*!
Amazon stuff came today: Beatles (The White Album) and Midsummer Night's Dream came.
Got my hair cut short and layered - looks much better and makes me look by age at sixteen. Without the hair cut people assume I'm thirteen or fourteen. This may come in handy in the future when I need to look younger/older.
Listening to the music - favourite Beatles songs at the moment are: "Love Me Do", "She Loves You", "A Hard Days Night", "Help", "Eleanor Rigby", "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds", "I am the Walrus", "All You Need is Love", "Hello, Goodbye", and "Something".
Came here to write entry in diary.

It's been an okay day.

Sophie

musing twenty-two

Wed, 21 Nov 2007 21:23:16 GMT

I had a perfectly good post here but LiveJournal crashed, and lost it. So fuck this for today - I've had enough!

EDIT: Alright, sorry, that was rude but I'm just pissed off with the whole thing. Plus I'm getting myself upset cause I keep thinking I'm ugly. It's bee a bad day - and I should be doing this stupid letter thing when I'm doing this.

Sophie

Tue, 13 Nov 2007 16:34:19 GMT

Yes, this is all I do these days - make icons. I don't find much to do them now, sadly. They aren't as good as they normally are, I know. Sorry again for that. The next batch will be much better, I promise. Just click the link below to have a look and here is a preview:

Howl's Moving Castle
Classic Doctor Who (1st Doctor/Susan)
New Doctor Who (Series 3)
Rome
Ring/Ringu

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