The Art of Ramona: CONTEST!!! YOU COULD WIN!!

Thursday, June 10, 2010

CONTEST!!! YOU COULD WIN!!

COME ONE COME ALL TO PARTICIPATE IN MY CONTEST!!

(Maybe if I use more exclamation marks, it will seem more exciting.)

What you could win-

Firstly, A drawing of your choice. This includes any characters from movies, shows, books, you as a cartoon, etc. However, I don't want to end up drawing 20 characters ha ha, so be nice. I will draw it on paper, scan it, color it on the computer, print it out on some beautiful hard paper, and send it to you. I will send anywhere in North America.

Secondly, Your choice of a Post Card from Disney World, or Harry Potter World. Just let me know.

How To Win -

Each point counts as one entry which will be entered in a draw at the end. This is how you get points-

2 points - for following me

4 points - for mentioning my blog and contest on your blog (with a link)

6 points - for sending me something creative to entertain me with (ha ha). This includes drawings, stories, poems etc. Whatever you use to express yourself.

The end date will be Wednesday June 23rd.

For your entries just put them as a comment with a link etc. Have fun!!

Here is my Jafar that I just finished. He took longer than the rest. I think its cause he is so bony.

8 comments:

UnknownJune 10, 2010 at 4:12 PM
Yay!!!! Awesome contest! I'm so excited!!!

Okay so here are the points -

+2 for being one of your awesome followers!!!
+4 for your sidebar!!!
+6 to entertain you:

The wind blew as he walked, shovel in hand heading downstairs, the woman was crying, he had seen it all before, none of it mattered, the pleading only angered him. The pity was disgusting as he grabbed her from behind. Her hands bound together by rope, tight enough to bleed, it had taken him months to paint her portrait, she had been his worst victim yet, annoyed at the length of the process he had tortured her more than most, but now that the job was complete it was time to walk to the forest. The path out the front door was long, he only went out at midnight.

She could barely walk, her feet tied together he forced her to figure it out. The shovel was his weapon, as he hit the back of her knees she screamed through the tape around her mouth. It wouldn‘t have mattered no one could hear them. He planned it this way. As she dropped to the ground, it only infuriated him, he grabbed her by her hair, she screamed, her eyes filled with fear, he didn’t speak, he didn‘t care, it only made him want to kill her that much more. He pushed her foreword, she was going to dig first, then he would set her in the tree swing where he would leave her for the night. He would grab his cup of coffee, sip it slowly, then head to bed while he listened to her scream.

--- I would have emailed you the story but I wasn't sure that would be what you wanted! Let me know if you'd like more send me an email!! ---
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MelissaJune 10, 2010 at 4:33 PM
Hmmm. I'll post a snippet from my book later. And tally my own points, later. Jafar is great. He was a great villain, until he was stupid and got tricked into turning himself into a genie. He was so close to being all powerful. Oh sigh.
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AnonymousJune 11, 2010 at 9:20 PM
Voila!
I call this one: The Trials of an Avian Friendship!

I have a friend who is a bird
But who squawks whene're I say a word
She won't listen to me
And I'm starting to see
That our friendship is simply absurd
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AnonymousJune 12, 2010 at 12:22 AM
http://www.facebook.com/#!/photo.php?pid=1218022&op=2&o=global&view=global&subj=510717195&m=1&id=509947480&ref=mutual_old&fbid=42766997480
(see picture)
Climb your way up and you will see,
the magical wonders and mystery.
two girls who will dare to climb,
maybe see ariel or a rabbit with time.
remember the memories and good time's we've had,
with our laughter and character's both good and bad.
Being your sister is something very true,
just look at your Disneyland ID, how we took you.
You are amazing and i love you a ton,
all our daring attempts and climbs have been fun.
Keep in mind the times we've shared,
tell me anything, you know I've always cared.
Remember me when you are famous,
the only rhyme I can think of is Shaymus.
Goodnight my love, goodnight my friend,
for this is my poem's end.

<3 Shannon Hanbury
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Crystal CookJune 12, 2010 at 7:08 AM
What a fun contest Ramona! Please enter me, I wanna win! :)
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RamonaJune 12, 2010 at 10:16 AM
ofcourse, just put your entry in a comment and do the other things and your golden! haha
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Penny LaneJune 13, 2010 at 12:54 AM
there. see how crazy i'm stooping for you? i created a blog. .. which i will never use again.

also the thing to entertain you is a surprise and will be complete before the 23rd.
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GilesJune 4, 2022 at 9:15 PM
Hello matte great blog
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The Walrus and the Carpenter

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd,
because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"

"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?""I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

"O Oysters, come and walk with us!
"The Walrus did beseech."
A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stoodAnd waited in a row.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"

"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--

Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would beA dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?

"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!
"The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"

"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!
"The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"

"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.