tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81748634658949668112024-03-05T09:55:02.832-08:00♥ All That Glitters Is Not Gold♥beth clarke
17 year old art student
i ♥ pretty things and live in my own bubbleBeth Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15045533995680892004noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8174863465894966811.post-89727050082794784872009-11-08T19:14:00.000-08:002009-11-08T19:20:45.411-08:00<span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Photoshop....</strong></span><br />
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</div>Beth Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15045533995680892004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8174863465894966811.post-24651162483835148702009-11-05T09:19:00.000-08:002009-11-05T09:19:33.011-08:00<span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>showing some K2 love...</strong></span><br />
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</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">remember remember the fifth of november (not just because its kevin jonas birthday) happy guy fawkes day</span><br />
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</div>Beth Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15045533995680892004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8174863465894966811.post-53289600371224417672009-11-03T11:20:00.000-08:002009-11-03T11:20:29.634-08:00<span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>its the final coutdown...<br />
</strong><span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-small;">(okay maybe not but hey its the two week countdown)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">yay so excited it will be my second jonas brothers concert and third time seeing them like in real life =] plus this time its in my home town so no more having to travel to london yay!</span>Beth Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15045533995680892004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8174863465894966811.post-28620844286360009472009-11-03T11:04:00.000-08:002009-11-03T11:08:12.114-08:00<div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>theres a monster hiding...</strong></span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEJQXLr13Ty7a06Ysm2DaE8RljA8-fyx9bXtAg7asaCxOLDsiaVrV9L0GzI5K7vfagwX6AODTMLvUoxTyN4khHVNshjw8-uxVUXQufYneK_VUEh98SYtmkm_wpbak1Rk83ezq7y1FPSRY/s1600-h/forts_wild_things_01_rect540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEJQXLr13Ty7a06Ysm2DaE8RljA8-fyx9bXtAg7asaCxOLDsiaVrV9L0GzI5K7vfagwX6AODTMLvUoxTyN4khHVNshjw8-uxVUXQufYneK_VUEh98SYtmkm_wpbak1Rk83ezq7y1FPSRY/s200/forts_wild_things_01_rect540.jpg" vr="true" /></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">dont you just love this? </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">from the polariods, to the empty frames to the little monster hiding on the canopy. </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">not to mention the letter Bs, i have one simalar from hobycraft i painted up in the summer which hangs on my wall </span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">i am currently working on two murals in my room after i got bored with the wallpaper i picked out when i was thirteen, changing tastes and all that jazz luckily my mom is pretty cool about letting me paint onto the walls. i will be posting pictures when i finish =^.^=</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">picture credit </span><a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/boston/grownup-hideouts-a-wild-things-fortbuilding-contest-boooooomcom-098769"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">here...</span></a><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> and </span><a href="http://littlelostlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/hideaway.html"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">here</span></a></span><br />
</div>Beth Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15045533995680892004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8174863465894966811.post-37707861525016469732009-11-03T10:46:00.000-08:002009-11-03T11:09:28.135-08:00<span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>its like explaining the internet to parents....</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Count Dracula is on the pull in Glasgow. He spends the night drinking Bloody Mary's in various clubs and biting on unsuspecting women's necks He's heading for home, along Argyle Street sometime before dawn. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Suddenly he's hit on the back of the head. He looks round and sees nothing. He looks down and sees a small sausage roll. Mmmm, he thinks. What's going on here?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">A few yards further on and........BANG. Smacked on the back of the head again! He whirls round as quick as he can - nothing. Again he looks down and there's a small triangular sandwich lying onthe ground. How odd!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">A few more yards further along the street and........crash. Smacked on the back of the head yet again! He whirls round as quick as he can - nothing. He's getting really angry now. Again he looks down and there's a cocktail sausage lying on the ground.He stands and peers into the darkness of the night. Nothing.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">He walks a few yards further along again when he gets a tap on the shoulder. With a swirl of his cape and a cloud of mist he turns as fast as he can. He feels a sharp pain in his heart. He falls to the ground clutching his chest, which is punctured by a small cocktail stick laden with a chunk of cheese and a pickled onion.On the ground dying, he looks up and sees a young female. Withhis dying breath he gasps, "Who the hell are you?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">... "BUFFET, the vampire slayer."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">this is an example as to why parents shouldnt be allowed email address`. i just got this from my dad and allthough it made me giggle its still weird when your parents talk about emailing and facebook (about the only things my parents know how to do LOL).</span>Beth Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15045533995680892004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8174863465894966811.post-49106084655867493152009-11-01T08:24:00.000-08:002009-11-08T19:30:24.895-08:00<span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Halloween 2009</strong></span><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">i spent my halloween with my adorable little niece who will be three on wednesday =] we went to gulivers kingdom theme park in derby (i think) with my dad my brother (her dad) her mom and some other family. isabella got to meet dora and there were rides and things there. </span><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">as well there was a fireworks display after the characters had stopped dancing i swear there is nothing funnier than a guy in mouse suit dressed as a pumpkin doing the thriller dance =]</span> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">i got some really awesome pictures of the fireworks using guess what the firework setting on my camera LOL i had never used the setting before but i will defaintly be using next time there are fireworks which will proberly be guy forks on the 5th or the christmas light switch on in birmingham on the 14th so we will see. </span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">i had a really great time spending time with my family, its usual for me to spend time with just my brother and my dad without anyone else around but it was nice. i thought that i would have a terriable time but i actually had a really good day, i especially loved the firework display. i love fireworks i think it the colours and the loud bangs ive loved them since i was a kid on guy forks day with the bonfire and everything</span><br />
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</div>Beth Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15045533995680892004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8174863465894966811.post-77784074749031824642009-10-28T06:57:00.000-07:002009-10-28T06:58:20.463-07:00<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Cupcakes...</span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglY0cNxy5UiADX9S4ZLpXljfQZDhAkM3tJfN1kZbrUNW-WnCg1m9r-1MKSlbxE6Ni3TLV8dq70a0awIVoPLXVQlmqZVEsDW-QuDHPgEmqfeZiT3VNUmPIma5xf_SLgrJWBwhaQP-cQhSY/s1600-h/Snapshot_20091028_9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglY0cNxy5UiADX9S4ZLpXljfQZDhAkM3tJfN1kZbrUNW-WnCg1m9r-1MKSlbxE6Ni3TLV8dq70a0awIVoPLXVQlmqZVEsDW-QuDHPgEmqfeZiT3VNUmPIma5xf_SLgrJWBwhaQP-cQhSY/s200/Snapshot_20091028_9.jpg" vr="true" /></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">cupcakes make me happy, there so darn cute and then there yummy for my tummy as well, if i could come back as anything i would come back as a cupcake no question about it!. that my new friend bob by the way sitting in the frosting, i think bob is awesome and i love his little yellow bowtie =]</span><br />
</div>Beth Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15045533995680892004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8174863465894966811.post-80583396236405671302009-10-17T17:50:00.000-07:002009-10-17T17:51:32.971-07:00<span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">saturday night fever...</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">saturday nights for me are spend at home, in front of the telly with a takeaway and my sister. we watch reality tv including the x factor and talk about random stuff. today was music as we both synchronising our ipods after getting some new music, the result was my sister yelling at her ipod:</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color: magenta;">"how much do you want to synchronise, your not swimming"</span> </span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">it is the kind of humour that lives in our house. plays on words and sarcasm. my dad says im too sarcastic for my own good. i think i use it was a defense mechanism to be honest, to keep people at a safe distance away from my real feelings. </span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">after her outburst we talked about doing a spoof of the BOUNCE video and learned some of the lyrics to it, hopefully we will film it because it would be hilarious so watch out for it on my youtube (link over there ⇒). </span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">i also started sewing my first skirt on the sewing machine after a minor trantrum because the cotten kept breaking i managed to sew all six pieces of the pattern together. i am going to work on it some more tomorrow (or rather today i have just realised the time 1.48 happy sunday =]) </span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">my niece is coming for dinner as well, shes nearly three and the most adorable thing you will ever see =] </span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">well i better get to bed, </span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">night night sleep tight </span><br />
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</div>Beth Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15045533995680892004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8174863465894966811.post-48786733622156889442009-10-17T06:08:00.000-07:002009-10-17T06:23:20.346-07:00BOUNCE!<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">BOUNCE!</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">this is the funniest things ever!</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">the jonas brothers have done it again, hilarious videos on their youtube channel. </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">first we had the single ladies dance but BOUNCE defaintly tops it. </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">nick and joe jonas, demi lovato, camp rock dancers and big rob are offically my heros </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">would have loved to see kevin in the mix though =[ </span><br />
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</div>Beth Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15045533995680892004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8174863465894966811.post-17649042479195144292009-10-16T07:03:00.000-07:002009-10-17T06:18:44.164-07:00the world according to me...<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">THE WORLD ACCORDING TO ME...</span><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">Your life is an occasion. Rise to it - <span style="font-size: x-small;">Mr. Edward Magorium: Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium</span></span> </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">life. its a funny thing, my went wrong around the age my father left my mother for the last time. it was just after my ninth birthday, pretty young for ones life to go down the crapper huh?. i was nine years old and dealing with the fact that i would only see my dad on the weekends (maybe) and the fact that my mom would cry. she tried to hide it from me and my brother and sister at first but we all knew it was happening, at that age i tried to figure out which was worse the crying or the contant yelling that occured before, where me and my brother and my sister would sit on the stairs listening in knowing it was going to happen again, see it was not the first time my parents had spilt up, my dad for lack of a better word is a cheater.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">but this time was differnet, we all knew it yet a little part of me wanted my dad to come home and forget it ever happened just like all those times before, but it never happened. so i grew up under the watchful eye of a single mom with my dad visiting mostly on the weekend, sundays. it got easier not to cry after dad would say his goodbye promising to come again soon and soon the crying stopped all together i got used to it, i grew up and got over it. </span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">school was always hell for me, not academicly wise allthough spelling tests used to have me faking illness to stay home. school was hell because i just didnt fit it, i had four best friends in junior school and i could hold a conversation with most people but i never felt like i truely belonged so i would distance myslef of course a group of girls took that as thinking i thought i was too good for them, and then started the bullying. i put up with it though my last year of junior school not uttering a word, i didnt want to kick up a fuss and my family was still going through problems with my brother rebeling and my sister getting an attidtude in her first year of high school, i didnt want to see my mom cry. </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">i thought it would get better when i went to highschool to my utter dismay it didnt. i made a group of friends in the first few weeks and avoided the girls from my junior school like the plaque. pretending they didnt exsist was my plan until year eight when they made it near impossible to ignore them, god bless my friends for trying to protect me but it was a loosing battle and i didnt want to fight anymore, i faked illness to skip school hiding away at home. the boiling over point when i actually had to admit to my mom that i was been bullied was one day after school, me and my sister where getting off the bus and the girls followed us yelling abuse at me, my sister stood up for me and ended up been thrown into the middle of the road while they shouted at me, i was in such a state when my sister finally managed to get me to walk the short distance to the house that my mom knew there was something wrong and it all came pouring out, my sister telling most of the story because i was too busy bawling my eyes out.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">of course my mom contacted the school i ended up having to repeat the whole sorry story to my head of years. of course i didnt want to go to school but my mom let me stay home alot more which i was thankful for. i felt ill most of the time, sleeping the days away, feeling like crap, i couldnt cope with school the solution for the problem was to isolate me in the libary where i would do my work that teacher sent up. i felt like i was the one who had done something wrong while my bullies moved onto there next victim with just a slap on the wrist for what they put me though what they put my family and friends though. soon i was at hospital appointments, blood tests even conseling sessions. it led to the diagoness that i was in a deep depression and i was put on anti depressants straight away. </span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">i hated the world and everybody in it for a while, missing more days off school too numb to actually feel proud that i had done well on my year nine SATS which i bascilly coached myslef through when i was in the libary or doing my work at home when i didnt go into hell. i did about a week and a half of year 10 in a real high school before i couldnt take it anymore, i felt like an outsider before now i felt worse my friends didnt get that i was goign through, the teacher would ask me if i wa sok every five seconds and i would still get nasty looks from my bullies i felt like i was drowning.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">my life raft came in the form of a special school. 53 students spread across all the years, 12 students in my year in a small teaching centre a short bus journey from home. school had become something nicer i no longer felt like a freak because everyone there had either been bullied or had emotional problems just like me, jokes where made about it, and everyone was relaxed there was no subject off limits to talk about. seeing people who were stronger now after everything they went through made me want to pull though to the other end as well, i wanted to be stronger, and they helped me. i met some of the best people there, there was nothing fake about them. i started concentrating on art more filling sketchbooks upon sketchbooks with drawings and everything stopped becoming less bleak for the first time in ages i was smiling and creating pretty things. </span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">im not going to say the last two years of my high school experience where plain sailing, because i would be lying, it may have been special school but there was still real high school drama it was just on a smaller scale. i learnt that pain doesnt take away other types of pain and i didnt have to smile just becuase....</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">i worked hard in the year leading up to my gcses and it paid off and i wasnt too numb to feel proud of myslef, i was getting into college and stupidly i thought everything was going to be perfect a fresh start.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">once you start doubting your abilities in art college you have to pack up and go, there were so many people better than me i just felt like i wasting my time even attempting to keep up, the set projects werent giving me enough room to breath and do my own thing, i didnt want to produce the exact same thing as the person next to me but feel it sub standard to theres when i worked my hardest on it, guidelines made me want to tear my hair out when i was told my ideas didnt exactly fit, i was overthinking things apparently. </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">i just wanted to create something beautiful and college was very ugly to me, so i dropped out, art school dropout back in her depression, its been like that for months now, but i think i can see just a tiny little bit of light at the end of the tunnel, i started drawing again, creating and living in all senses of the word. i dont want to be that sad little girl anymore who cried when her dad left, or when people where mean. i dont want to be the girl that got bullied anymore. <span style="color: magenta;">i am finally going to rise to the ocassion which is my life.</span></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">from the dairy of beth</span><br />
</div>Beth Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15045533995680892004noreply@blogger.com0