I went into college early today.
I did originally plan to do some work on finishing off my sketchbooks before my D block lesson - but it didn't happen.
I met up with Michaella and sat with her on the round tables for a while.

She told me she was excited about spending a sexy Wednesday with her boyfriend. We had a dirrrty sex talk. Apparently I make it hilarious because sometimes I seem so serious about something you just can't be serious about.
The best topic for me to discuss with a straight face is lubricant.
I plan to buy some wild cherry flavour later in the week. They sell pina colada flavour too, along with the usual feel, tingle and heat varieties. I like the feel one, the one in the blue bottle - but why not try a flavour?
Besides, I don't like pineapples, so I wouldn't like the pina colada one.

Michaella has started giving me random ham sandwiches.
She makes them on brown bread with margerine. It tastes like some random supermarket own brand ham. It's nice though.
I was hungry, so I ate the sandwich she palmed off on me. I put a handful of cheese and onion Pom-Bears inside it. Crisps are the best addition to a bland meat sarnie. :)

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Shelly came into college about 20 minutes before my D block lesson.
I was playing Pokémon Mystery Dungeon on my DS.
I've managed to get a decent medal on all the levels of Cooking Mama 2 - but there's around 5 that I just can't get the gold for. It's doing my tits in. I have the three prize trophies - so I class that as a bare completion.

I cuddled up to her for a while, kissing her gently every few minutes.
I'm feeling a little more confident with being affectionate with her in college.
Everyone knows about our relationship anyway. I shouldn't be arsed.
Therefore, I'm not.

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In Media Studies only about 8 of the class were there.
Sarah gave us practice exam papers.

I need to stop swearing infront of my tutors.
I looked at the questions and exclaimed: "Are these the questions from the January exam Sarah? They're A PILE OF PISS!"

I dunno if she was surprised at the "piss", or the fact I'd proclaimed that the questions seemed easy.
They were, I suppose.

We had to watch the opening sequence to Harry Potter 5 three times.
I wasn't amused by this. Harry Potter makes me want to tear out my eyeballs and jump on them till they pop.

The questions seemed easy enough though.
I hope all goes well.

The last assignments I got back marked from Sarah - my representations question about Hot Fuzz and the institutions question about Hovis bread - they both got an A grade. :)

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I came back down and found Ash and Shelly sat on the tables.
Ash gave me 1/4 of a cheese and ham bomb sandwich.

TWO PEOPLE TODAY GAVE ME SANDWICHES. WHAT.

I ate it. It was alright, but it made me thirsty - so I went with Shelly when she bought a sausage sandwich and I got myself some Coke.
I wanted a banana milkshake, but neither the Refectory or the Bistro had any.

Shelly actually gave me a bite of her sandwich today too.
They are pretty tasty. I am now considering buying one... Hmmm...

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The three of us went upstairs to the art rooms.
Shelly was looking for contextual examples for her sketchbook - Ash was doing the same, only for her art project.

Bless her - the college have cocked up all the art exam timing, so she's having to stay back every night until about half 6 to get it all finished.
She'll be so stressed.
She looked really restless in the art rooms. I think the contexual research was boring her. I cuddled her and tried to cheer her up a bit.

I continued playing Pokémon Mystery Dungeon.
I've gotten to a part I'd neve gotten to on any previous saves. This time, I've saved Latios and Latias. :)

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In the 15 minute break before A block, the three of us sat on the stairs to the roof near the 4th floor lift.
Michaella burst through the art room doors screaming randomosity, followed by her mate, who yells down the stairwell at her: "COME BACK HERE OR YOU'RE NOT GETTING ANY MORE RED ROOSTER!"

The three of us absolutley pissed.
Michaella is hilarious at the best of times, but when she's been allowed to drink energy drinks... Fucking whar. :)

Shelly didn't seem willing to go to her A block lesson, so the two of us stayed sat on the stairs.
Ash went to Art and I stayed in college. I could have left at 12:15, but I want to spend as much time with those two in the last week of college that I can.

We played Cooking Mama 2 together.
I managed to do a few more of the poxy silver medals - upgrading them to gold. There's still around 3 that are silver though.
Shelly thinks its amusing that I really struggle with the "wash the rice" levels.
GAH! It's a pain in the arse though!

We spent the entire hour and a half cuddled up to each other. We shared lots of kisses.
I've discovered something about myself today: if I suddenly get aroused, I can feel myself blush and I feel my eyes widen.
I wonder what that looks like... I'd often like to see what my expressions are like sometimes.

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I felt depressed when I came home.
I laid on the sofa downstairs and ate cheesy hotdogs. I was that bored, I watched an hour of Maury on LIVING TV.
As if I watched Living TV...

I'm feeling really shitty at the moment.
I've had this idea for a comedic story for a few weeks now.
I'm getting more and more ideas for it every day - but for once, I'm having difficulties organising them.
I'm usually good at organising them, but I have problems with really basic linking details.

I can't let this idea go to waste. The title is epic.
Dixie And The Wheelchair-Bound Super-Villain Of Hemlington!

Shortened to DATWBSVOH.
(Which is really difficult to say as a word, compared to my usual stories with titles like BSOTF and TFATH.)

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Shelly sent me a link to a flash parody of Cooking Mama - made by PETA.
It's called Cooking Mama: Mama Kills Animals.

IT'S FUCKING HIALARIOUS.
You prepare a Thanksgiving turkey - and it's really gory, attempting to get the vegan/vegetarian message across.
Cooking Mama and blood is a pissylol combination.
The psychotic face they've given Mama is priceless too.


For the rest of the night, I organised some folders.
I transferred some stuff onto my external harddrive: Mr. Maxtor.

Stuff I didn't want to lose, like some photos of Ash, Shelly and I.
I organised all of my Photography folders and English coursework too.