Bullies @ MindSay

...From a classmate.

 

Because I stole his 'effing seat unknowingly.

 

What exactly happened was that I got into the class before everyone else (like always) and I took a different seat than usual, which was closer to the smart board (an interactive white board, pretty much).

 

After the lesson and during the last 10 minutes of class, the teacher leaves the room for a few minutes, and this kid turns to me and says "Kristal, if you ever steal my seat again I'll kill you."

 

Despite being in a little bit of shock I managed to at least say "Ya, I'm sure you will." :|

 

(I know, not the best come-back, but I wasn't expecting being threatened)

 

So then this guy's preppy friend turns to me and she says "Actually, he's a violent person once you get to know him."

 

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THE KID'S SKINNIER THAN ME! And is he really so violent he'd beat me up over a fucking seat!? THERE'S 6 PEOPLE IN THAT FUCKING CLASS! HE COULD BE AROUND HIS FRIENDS REGARDLESS OF ME BEING IN "HIS SEAT"!

 

I know it kind of seems like I am over-reacting…but this kid bullied me all throughout the 8th grade and turned half of that grade against me. I managed to let that go over the years. Now that we're in our last year of high school, we are in the same classes, and I've seen how he acts among his friends and with teachers: he's an ass kisser, and extremely arrogant. But I haven't said anything rude to him or anything like that; I just let bygones be bygones. And now he feels the need to "break the ice" by threatening to kill me over a fucking seat?! I don't care if he's joking of not! Joking about death to a person whom you had bullied without mercy in the past doesn't look good in a third person situation!

 

His Daddy works in the school...I think I might have a talk with him. I don't think he would appreciate his son telling someone he's going to kill them, regardless of the fact that he's joking.

 

-Kristal

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Once again, I've had another weird dream.
I often dream about people who used to bully me - but not to the extent that I did last night...

As it were, I was hiding out in a storage cupboard of a library - where I was looked like a cross between my old secondary school and my current college - so I'm unsure as to which one it actually was.
In this cupboard, hiding with me - was another person, a boy with thick brown hair and a chubby face. Him and I were discussing the fact that we often wet ourselves.

(Which I don't - I just have the occassional accident in my sleep - and that only tends to happen if I a) dream about water or b) go to sleep feeling stressed/upset.)

Either way - as the discussion continued - I actually ended up doing that which we were discussing.
Then he seemed to shun me - as if he were embarrassed by what I'd done - despite how hypocritical he was being.
So he shoved me out of the cupboard, and I was instantly met with a gang of around 16 girls, all whom I recognised, all who used to bully me throughout school and college.

I was also stood there in wet jeans - so I made a run for the toilets and locked myself in a cubicle.
Once inside, I was searching my backpack for a pair of clean trousers, when it seemed that the group who confronted me had entered the toilets.
They then proceeded to tear off the door, ripping it clean off its hinges, exposing me stood there in wet underwear.
I started to cry - and cried harder and louder when the lot of them started drenching me with cold water.
All I could hear was myself screaming and all of them laughing - and I could feel the intense cold temperature of that which they were drenching me with.
That's what caused me to wake up - dreaming about water is a bad thing. If it had been warm water, things would have turned out a lot worse.

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I went to nana's at around 10.
I sat with them for a while in the living room, watching various shite programming on Zone Horror and eating Morning Coffee biscuits.

I then went into the front bedroom with nana - I played Super Smash Bros. Brawl and she continued on with this jigsaw that she's been doing for about a fortnight.
It's like a 1960's scene at a horse race - everybody is sat on the roofs of their cars, eating sandwiches, watching the horses.
It's a big strange, but. Whatever turns you on. :)

Before I ate Sunday lunch, I managed to complete 5 characters' All-Star mode scenarios.
Ah, progress. How I love making it.

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I've been in one of those moods today where I haven't been able to decide on what game to play.
I'd start playing one, but within around 20 minutes of playing it, I'd want to swap to another.
Thus, I've been switching from Super Smash Bros. Brawl to Wii Play to Cooking Mama and back again.

Nana likes Cooking Mama. :)
She tends to like fun games, all the better if they have bright colours or cel-shaded graphics.
She loves watching me play LOZ: Wind Waker - for one.

She had a little go at making a creme caramel pudding.
She did well with the mixing - but not so well with cracking eggs and tipping them out of their moulds.
Everything seemed to either splatter or smash. :D

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5 Unexplained Occurances In Super Smash Bros. Brawl
- Now answered! :D

1) Why do the characters EAT heart containers?
a) Because they're strawberry flavoured and they have a sweet liquid centre.

2) Why does Ganondorf produce a sword when he taunts, but never uses it to attack?
a) Because it's a rare Hylian replica, handed down from his crazy grandmother who used it to castrate Dodongos for bomb bags.

3) What the hell is going on with Lugi's mushroom-trip final smash?
a) All of those poison 'shrooms are bound to have an affect on you sooner or later...

4) Where the hell are Porky's eyes?
a) Ness tore them out to adorn his Lucas voodoo doll. Poor Porky is now blind and spends his time rampaging around blindly in his robot, seeking revenge.

5) Why does Lucas' snake taunt look SO wrong?
a) Because Nintendo's artists have a little boy fetish.

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Tomorrow begins my two and a half weeks back at college for the Step Up to A2 timetable.
I'm not looking forward to that, either. :(

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Dixie currently feels:

 Depressed

 

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Blog #72

Sexy Clavat 

 

I woke up feeling proper shite - asides from having a slight headache and sore throat and having hardly any sleep the night before - I was feeling pretty lapsed and depressed.

I asked nana if I could stay off college - so I didn't bother getting up.

 

I got my lost sleep and re-awoke at about half 11.

I ate a full jar of hotdogs - with six slices of bread. Rofl, I be such a fat cow sometimes.

 

By this time, I was getting texts from Ash and Shelly asking me where I was.

I told them I felt shit and I couldn't be arsed coming.

 

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I took advantage of my extra time, finished off all of the story modes on Dancing Stage: Mario Mix and played through a lot more songs on free mode.

On a game site - it says to unlock Super Hard story mode, you need to beat Very Hard story mode - but I've done that, and I still don't have it. :(

 

I've had the urge to start playing Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles again recently.

I didn't want to start a new game until I'd finished off some older ones...

 

So, I decided I'd get my 100% completion on The Simpsons Hit & Run.

I had about 98%, as I was missing a bonus mission, some costumes and some cars.

So I drove around for about an hour, destroying everything until I'd stolen enough money to buy what I had left. The bonus mission was a cunt - but thanks to a hint from a guide on GameFAQs, I got it done.

Now I have 100% completion, with a sexy gold Homer sticker on my scrapbook. :)

 

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With this done, I couldn't stand the longing to play Crystal Chronicles for any longer.

I started up a new save in Tipa and made my character.

 

Here's the character I made, a sexy female Clavat with long hair from a family of blacksmiths:

 

 

That's official artwork - as that character is the one on the front of the instruction manual.

I just Photoshopped it and cut off the white background. I couldn't have the shitty white outline ruining the black integrity of my blog. :)

 

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I played through the first dungeon a few times, until I'd collected enough artifacts to raise my stats a little bit.

I thought I'd be logical with the family trade this time. Last time, I chose ranchhands - and they give you slices of meat. This is stupid, Clavats are vegetarians - making them eat fish and meat proper doesn't give you much health restoration.

 

With that in mind, I'm only keeping fruit that I pick up - and I sell all of the vegetables and meat.

 

Blacksmith was a more logical trade.

I very rarely cast spells - the only ones I use are Fire and Cure - Cure being a needed.

So I only go for brute force attacks - being able to craft new swords and armour is very handy.

 

Oooh, and one thing I noticed - ARMOUR IS SPELT RIGHT!

They've actually used the correct spelling in a game for once! :)

 

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I've been having problems with my Guitar Hero Community account all fucking week now.

Every time I go to log in - I have to fill out this other form for an Activision account.

I fill it out, verify my password - AND THE FORM COMES BACK.

 

I've filled it out like 12 times now.

It says I'm logged in, but I can't click on ANYTHING, because it BRINGS THE FORM BACK.

 

If I can't get it sorted, I won't want to play Guitar Hero anymore... :(

 

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Shelly started sending me texts at around 6 - saying I was going to be angry with her.

I didn't know what for like - so I asked her.

 

She rang me later - saying that she'd confronted Michelle about spreading rumours about us in college.

The hunch was right  - it WAS her - so I felt really guilty about blaming Kayley and Lewis.

I've apologised to them both - so I hope everything's alright now.

 

So as they were apparently talking in Photography - Michelle made no attempt to lower her fucking voice - so now the whole Photography class knows that Shelly and I have slept together.

THANK FUCK ASH WAS IN THE ART ROOMS.

 

Though, this has given us a slight problem.

We now stand the risk of Ash being told by some knob from the group.

So we're going to have to tell her ourselves.

 

It makes me feel so shit to know that Shelly was terrified of telling me this because she thought I'd be angry.

I'm very rarely angry. My emotion may come across as anger, but it's usually dismay, depression, rejection or frustration.

I don't often feel anger... :(

 

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Dixie currently feels:

 Depressed

 

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Blog #49

Down & Out

 

 

Following the continued paranoia and sadness coming from Saturday night - I wouldn't say I was looking forward to seeing Ash today.

Still, I tried to forget about my arms, I hugged her with them, had them by my sides as we talked before B block.

 

The class is getting smaller and smaller for some reason.

Today there was only four of us in the lesson. There was proper no point.

 

Either way, it was yet another discussion lesson.

I'm so sick of language and gender. It's getting to be incredibly tedious.

 

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I got to spend an extra hour with Ash today - her tutorial lesson was cancelled.

So the three of us sat in our usual table spot, engaging in our typical bantering lark.

 

We went into town shortly after - I got another epic sandwich and the arrangements of confectionary and savoury snacks from Home Bargains - today, not being any dramatic dropping of the Snickers.

 

Anyway - we went to our usual spot on the green benches - all seemed well, up until we were just about to leave and return to college.

Appearing from the Cleveland Centre came one of my old bullies - and one of Shelly's old shag parnters.

I bared my teeth, took Ash by her handles and walked away - knowing full well she's yet another person who I've done ABSOLUTLEY FUCK ALL to, and they want to beat me up.

 

I understand when IN THE VERY VERY FUCKING RARE CIRCUMSTANCES I actually HAVE done something to them - but for fuck's sake. I've not done a thing to her.

All she does is talk shit about me to Shelly.

And I know for a fact I'm not as valued in her eyes as she is.

Shelly disagrees. It seems to upset her.

 

At the time, we were also with Michelle from Photography. She's quite nice - she cares a lot.

She could see I was on the brink of crying - she tried to comfort me as we walked back into college - away from the ginger chav.

 

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I didn't want to be touched for the rest of the day.

Shelly hadn't fucking helped matters by CONTINUALLY fucking talking about the ginger slag for about 45 minutes afterwards.

 

It makes me so happy inside when Ashleigh agrees with me on things. She's really starting to back up my points sometimes too. I'm only starting to notice we think alike in many ways...

 

So in Photography I just got on with making my contact sheets, ready to be printed and stuck into my sketchbook.

With the burst of trust I got from Ash - I, slightly stupidly, told her about my left arm.

She didn't want to see it, but I told her what was on it.

 

I shouldn't tell her. It makes her sad.

I don't like seeing Ash sad. I don't like making her sad.

It makes me feel worse and thus, makes me want to hurt myself again.

 

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When I came home, I finished off Wind Waker. :)

 

The ending is strange. On the second quest you play, you play in different clothes - and all the cutscenes, Link wears these different clothes.

You defeat the final boss, and RANDOMLY - he's in the other outfit.

It's really odd. They altered ALL the others - why not the ending?

 

I do believe I've completed it faster on my 2nd quest than on my 1st.

I've done exactly the same amount of sidequests though - so it's fair.

 

Then I decided I'd have another stab at Ocarina Of Time.

Now knowing it's Ash's favourite game, I feel proper strange playing it sometimes.

She's completed it - but she didn't go for all the sidequests, like the obsessive cunt - i.e. me - is.

 

I spent a few hours finishing off old sidequests, making preparations for the Fire Temple - which I shall be attempting tomorrow...

 

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Mam shouted me downstairs at about 9.

I watched the Heston Blumenthal Victorian Feast.

It was all based around events from Alice In Wonderland - and that's one of my favourite books, and one of my favourite films. It's just fucking awesome - and some of the mental shit he cooked on the programme was mint too. :)

 

Then I ate a sausage and cheese sandwich - which dad made me.

Mam asked me why I wasn't eating.

 

I AM eating - I'm just not really eating on a nighttime anymore. I'm barely ever hungry, and if I am, it's only during the day...

 

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Annnnnnd... In other news...

The college is holding a GUITAR HERO TOURNAMENT on Monday.

 

It be for charity - one pays £1, and one can play.

It's running all day. The three of us have decided to go and enter. We're trying to persuade Kayley and Lewis to come along too. Adam said he'll come too - I'd like to play with him - it's more fun playing against someone who can actually DO Expert. :)

 

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Shelly sent me those photographs from the day we played in the snow the other night.

It's taken a while, but I finally have them.

 

As I suspected, I look PROPER shit on them.

As per usual, Ash and Shelly look fine.

It's not fair...

 

Ash looks so cute with the giant snowball. :)

(Why yes, it may very well have ended up smashed on her head... But Dixie doesn't know anything about that!)

 

 

 

 

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Dixie currently feels:

 Depressed

 

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Blog #23

PEOPLE ARE CUNTS.

 

 

Today was officially one of the shittest days at college.

I had to walk out of Photography and skip off Language just to fucking get away from some cunts.

 

I certainly wasn't going to stay in the lesson - I was crying - I had to leave.

 

I suppose the only good part of today was tipping a bottle of water down Shelly's top in the toilets.

Lmfao, her face was so fucking priceless. :)