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Friday it be. Today be the day of the night out and Dixie's epic 18th birthday sleepover. :D
 
Friday is the day I have to go into college for a film studies lesson, so mam drove me there and she even agreed to pick me up afterwards. It was a lesson that passed rather quickly, just another lesson of watching video clips and making notes. Basic stuff. Dixie gets the feeling there's going to be a lot of this.
 
When I got home, I straightened up my room, planted peas on my FarmVille field and waited around for my guests. :)
Shelly came first, who was swiftly followed by Adam 20 minutes later. We hadn't him knocking on the door becuase mam had a hairdryer on proper loud, so he let himself in.
 
These are Adam's present:
 

 
Aren't they epic?! :D
They've earned pride of place on my gaming shelves. The super mushroom has cherry candies, the 1-up mushroom has apple candies and the power star has "star" candies that don't really have a flavour that can be defined.



Adam said they sold "shitty blue mushrooms" as well and he said they don't even exist in the Mario games. I think they're meant to be from New Super Mario Bros. - so the blue mushroom would be the mini mushroom. If I'm ever in town with some loose coins, I might get it to complete the collection. Perhaps.
 
Ashleigh came later and the three of us were engaging in our usual banter - Adam and I were fairly hyper while Shelly and Ash were in relativley sane states of mind.
Dad came in just before we were about to leave and pissed me off. If the rest of the night hadn't been so mint, he'd have ruined it all for me. He put me in a shitty mood for the next 45 minutes and I didn't hyper up again till we were in Eston on the minibus.
 
He came in having a whinge on about the whole personal message thing - making idle threats to Adam and Shelly about not swearing. But he only had to say it ONCE. But he said it OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER. He pissed me off that much I ended up shouting at him - and because he ended up upsetting Shelly because he spoke to them like shit.
I did tell Shelly though that he talks to me even worse than that sometimes.
 
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The minibus came at half 7, and we went around Eston and Grangetown picking everyone up. First nana and Susan, then nana, grandad, Ian and Lisa - then finally off to get Christine and Roger.
 
We were playing fucking musical chairs - I was sat at the front to start with and by the end, mam had banished Adam and myself right to the back. I was like "MURRR, BIRTHDAY GIRL HERE, BANISHED TO THE BACK OF THE BUS!"
 
Joe Rigatoni's was a lot smaller than I expected it. I dunno why I expected it to be a big place like - but anyway, it wasn't.
We had to stand about and wait to be seated - I was stood talking to nana Pat and Susan while everyone faffed about at the bar.
 
I'd wanted to sit in the middle of the long table - and I SORT OF was, more of the middle slanted to the right. Between Adam and Shelly, opposite Susan with nana Pat on her right and Ian on her left. I couldn't really see Ash because she was sat right on the edge of the table - bless her, she had to keep shuffling out every time Adam, Shelly or I needed a piss.
 
It was amusing listening to everyone's orders - about 11 of us wanted parmos. :)
OH, AND THEY WERE FUCKING EPIC PARMOS.
Absolutley MASSIVE, but NECTAR.
I didn't finish it entirley - but they did a service where you could get it boxed up and taken back with you, so we did that. :)
 
I was worried about Adam: the combination of parmo and Jaques had made him feel ill - and he was in the toilets for ages. I went to check on him - just stepping slightly inside the block so I could see if he was alright. He seemed it - but didn't want any more cider, so I ended up drinking the rest of it.
I got a bit drunk again - slightly over what I was at nana's 50th wedding anniversary. Shelly, Ash and Adam thought it was hilarious. I'm not that funny - I'm just sort of hyper, more talkative and my voice is a bit higher and I talk slower.
 
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Here's some photos:
 















 
And of course, the epic Guitar Hero cake. It's in the shape of my beloved LEGEND. :D
 

 
Oh, and it was awesome. Mam critiqued my cake-cutting skills, so I made her do it.
It wasn't one of those cakes with the icing to cake ratio 2:1 - there was just enough icing and plenty of cake.
 
The minibus home was fucking mint. Everyone was sort of drunk - so we were all laughing and merry - sucking the helium out of the balloons. Ash sounds HILARIOUS. I expected her to end up sounding relativley normal, but she does end up quite squeaky. Not as bad as Adam and my dad - they were both talking to each other with their new squeaky tones. Everyone was pissing themselves.
 
Shelly, Ash, Adam and I were all sat at the back of the bus - so Shelly and I had a lot of privacy to kiss as much as we wanted. I did want - so she gave me lots of kisses. :D
 
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Ian and Lisa came back with us - we had a few more drinks and played Guitar Hero 5.
I kicked it off with Du Hast - I tried Expert vocals (and bodged them up because the new vocals system is HARD) while Shelly and Adam both played guitar.
 
I didn't really like Guitar Hero 5. I hate the interface - and I couldn't see properly because all the colours were blurred together, so I just sat and watched.
Ian and Lisa did a lot of vocals while you couldn't get Shelly off the guitar. Ash didn't play much either, so I was just cuddled up to her, playing with her hair for most of the time.
 
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When the time came - mam and Adam inflated the airbeds and we all threw the bedding, sleeping bags and pillows down the stairs. The sleeping bags proper bounce. :)
 
Shelly took the 3-seater sofa, Ash got the 2-seater, Adam got the bigger airbed over by the TV and I had the smaller one between the two sofas and paralell to Adam.
We stayed awake for a lot of the time, talking - and trying to shut Adam up because he was listening to his iPod and singing The Veronicas PROPER loud. It's weird being in the dark downstairs. I proper couldn't make ANYTHING out. :)

I can't seem to get my act together lately. I've been late to most of my classes this quarter, I'm failing at least 2-3 out of 5. I'm tired all of the time. I can't stop drinking myself retarded. I keep taking naps all day and being late to work.

I don't like this at all. Every time I try to get things together, it all just falls apart around me. I give up.

So. While waiting for Lost to start I decided to experiment with an ice cream beverage. I put some into a cup and added some Blue Hawaiian Boone's Farm wine. It's not half bad. Double satisfaction I guess you could say. Though, I've never really felt much when drinking Boone's Farm. Ha, basically the only alcohol I've had...one bottle. But then again, I've never consumed a great deal, ever. I'm thinking that after I finish off this bottle I'll see if I can get some Sangria. A friend of mine said it's good...and cheap. Cheap is always good. But it shall wait until I can see my source again.

 

Seeing as you don't know me, I will clear something up. I don't party. I've only been drinking, and not at all heavily, for two or so weeks. I tried the party scene once...it didn't work for me. I'm not much of a crowd person. For some reason though, some of my friends, or 'friends', want to get me drunk. Ah, but I don't give in to peer pressure.

 

Let's see...I finished my latest romance novel today. It was 'The Enchanted Land.' I liked it. I have a collection of twenty five or so books. Ever since I read Twilight last Fall, I fell in love with reading; that was the first book I read for pleasure. I've lost count of the number of times that I've read the entire saga. My life isn't how I really wish it would be and the books serve as a beautiful escape. But it's not always good. I tend to empathize extremely easily with some books. So when there's happiness, I'm happy. Conversely, when there's hurt and sadness...I hurt, bad. For that reason, there is one series that I won't be rereading any time soon. Ah, but anywho, back to the good books. I really like the romance novels. I've never known love, or that another guy cared for me, and reading about it, I don't know I guess it gives me hope that it's out there, even though that might sound strange.

 

I got eight new books back in the middle of March. I've already read all of them; they were all about three, four hundred or so pages. I have an affinity for reading now. When I start a book, I really get into it. I read a book in a few days, when I don't have too much school work to deal with. I've started watching less TV than I used to; I used to watch...too much TV, now it's maybe an hour or two a day. Reading replaced TV. I'm happy that it did. It could be an addiction, but I don't care. It's the best addiction I can think of.

 

So Lost finally came one while I was writing this. Ha ha, there were some amusing parts. Hurley and Miles' conversation about the future or past or wherever they are now in their life. I found it quite...quite amusing. Good laugh. But one other thing. That Richard guy, I think that's his name...what is with the eyeliner? Or the stuff that looks like eyeliner. It's kind of weird to me. But to each his own, I suppose.

 

Ah, I think that might be all I have for tonight.