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Despite Wednesday clearly being the best timetabled college day, it made no difference to my shitty mood.
Now, it's very easy to tell when I don't like someone. I notice it myself, and other people have told me they've noticed when I've been introduced to someone new and I clearly didn't show like for them.
I'm just wondering, did the new Media/Film tutor notice it too?
Because Sarah apparently teaches too many hours, now we've been assigned a new tutor for her lessons on Wednesdays, so instead of getting a double does of Sarah, I'm stuck with this dyke on a stick for three hours.
Not that I can talk, but for Christ's sake, I'M not a stereotype.
Either way, I don't like strangers. I think I made my point loud and clear.
I especially don't like strangers who treat me like a fucking dunce. I got one of the highest marks - does she not look at the registers and realise these things? Lewis too, yet we were all being treated like that. Oh, how it enraged me.
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I had an odd burst of hyperness in Photography though.
All was very weird. We were doing an assignment where we were instructed to take close-up images of single objects that supposedly had some sort of iconic representation.
I'd brought in a bag of stuff from my epic top drawer in the purple cabinet. Where I keep all of my practical joke implements, toy soldiers and generally pointless yet cool things.
I went with the theme of "Boys Toys" and took photos of Mexican jumping beans, fake spiders, water pistols, cap guns, Beyblades and toy soldiers:
I think they're reasonable, but because of the high exposure to the light, due to me taking them next to the window, a lot of the ones I took went out of focus and blurred.
Hayley was taking photos of the one thing she'd brought - a box of strawberries.
She'd discarded the ones that had been on the benches in the art rooms, so I picked one up and played with it for a while - namely dropping it into Michelle's hood and generally annoying her. It amused me, at least.
And lmfao - here's an epic photo of Michelle being rather strange:
After the lesson, the strawberry met its demise when I dropped it at the bottom of the stairs and jumped on it. It was fairly amusing, but rendered my epic shoes with sticky red goo all up the side of them. I shall have to attend to that later.
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When I got home, I attened to my usual menial tasks of checking e-mails, sorting FarmVille, emptying my college backpack and cleaning my room.
Seriously, it's tidy when I go to sleep, when I wake up - there's stuff everywhere. It wouldn't surprise me if I was a sleepwalker.
Dad made me some homemade chips and meatballs - which were fucking epic.
I was on the phone to Shelly at the time, and dad was faffing about with his Amio - so I went to the landing and shouted over the bannister: "OI, YOU BETTER NOT BURN MY MEATBALLS!!" - and Shelly absolutley pissed herself for like 10 minutes.
I suppose it was a similar scenario to Adam and I with the: "I DON'T LIKE PIE!" :)
When mam came back, I got off the phone to Shelly, giggling to myself because we both knew why I had to go so suddenly.
Then came the second night this week of the Desparate Housewives marathon. Oh, it's getting proper weird now. It's so fucked the amount of characters they've killed off.
I love it, but there's some characters that are absolute cunts, so sometimes I get really angry about it. Grrr.
And it's weird, mam and I share the same judgement about it - we say that "this one will be the last" - and then we end up saying it again like 3 hours later. :)
At least mam lets me pause it while I go for a piss.
I usually say: "Maaaaam.. Pause it..." - she asks why - "Because I need to peeeeeeeeeeeee..."
Dixie currently feels:
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Blog #252
Strawberry Strangeness
Strawberry Strangeness
Despite Wednesday clearly being the best timetabled college day, it made no difference to my shitty mood.
Now, it's very easy to tell when I don't like someone. I notice it myself, and other people have told me they've noticed when I've been introduced to someone new and I clearly didn't show like for them.
I'm just wondering, did the new Media/Film tutor notice it too?
Because Sarah apparently teaches too many hours, now we've been assigned a new tutor for her lessons on Wednesdays, so instead of getting a double does of Sarah, I'm stuck with this dyke on a stick for three hours.
Not that I can talk, but for Christ's sake, I'M not a stereotype.
Either way, I don't like strangers. I think I made my point loud and clear.
I especially don't like strangers who treat me like a fucking dunce. I got one of the highest marks - does she not look at the registers and realise these things? Lewis too, yet we were all being treated like that. Oh, how it enraged me.
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I had an odd burst of hyperness in Photography though.
All was very weird. We were doing an assignment where we were instructed to take close-up images of single objects that supposedly had some sort of iconic representation.
I'd brought in a bag of stuff from my epic top drawer in the purple cabinet. Where I keep all of my practical joke implements, toy soldiers and generally pointless yet cool things.
I went with the theme of "Boys Toys" and took photos of Mexican jumping beans, fake spiders, water pistols, cap guns, Beyblades and toy soldiers:
I think they're reasonable, but because of the high exposure to the light, due to me taking them next to the window, a lot of the ones I took went out of focus and blurred.
Hayley was taking photos of the one thing she'd brought - a box of strawberries.
She'd discarded the ones that had been on the benches in the art rooms, so I picked one up and played with it for a while - namely dropping it into Michelle's hood and generally annoying her. It amused me, at least.
And lmfao - here's an epic photo of Michelle being rather strange:
After the lesson, the strawberry met its demise when I dropped it at the bottom of the stairs and jumped on it. It was fairly amusing, but rendered my epic shoes with sticky red goo all up the side of them. I shall have to attend to that later.
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When I got home, I attened to my usual menial tasks of checking e-mails, sorting FarmVille, emptying my college backpack and cleaning my room.
Seriously, it's tidy when I go to sleep, when I wake up - there's stuff everywhere. It wouldn't surprise me if I was a sleepwalker.
Dad made me some homemade chips and meatballs - which were fucking epic.
I was on the phone to Shelly at the time, and dad was faffing about with his Amio - so I went to the landing and shouted over the bannister: "OI, YOU BETTER NOT BURN MY MEATBALLS!!" - and Shelly absolutley pissed herself for like 10 minutes.
I suppose it was a similar scenario to Adam and I with the: "I DON'T LIKE PIE!" :)
When mam came back, I got off the phone to Shelly, giggling to myself because we both knew why I had to go so suddenly.
Then came the second night this week of the Desparate Housewives marathon. Oh, it's getting proper weird now. It's so fucked the amount of characters they've killed off.
I love it, but there's some characters that are absolute cunts, so sometimes I get really angry about it. Grrr.
And it's weird, mam and I share the same judgement about it - we say that "this one will be the last" - and then we end up saying it again like 3 hours later. :)
At least mam lets me pause it while I go for a piss.
I usually say: "Maaaaam.. Pause it..." - she asks why - "Because I need to peeeeeeeeeeeee..."
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