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[Blog #271] --- Neutral --- [Saturday] - Boomsticks & Boxes
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Shelly didn't want to wake up this morning, even after I'd been tugging on her arm for like 5 minutes. She sleeps with her arms hanging over the edges of the bed; it looks really bodged. :)
What did work was when I decided I'd snap a photo of her in her sleep, because she does look pretty funny when she's sleeping. I'd got the batteries in the camera and was in perfect position when she decides to wake up - and pull the creepiest wide-eyed stare at me ever - which made me frigging jump and I nearly fell backwards over the airbed.
She later told me it was because I was leaning over her - apparently that's a sure-fire way to wake her up. I shall have to bear that in mind.
I wish I'd snapped her face when she was doing that fucked-up face though. I doubt I'll ever see a face as bodged as that again. :D
Due to all the fun we had last night, and the mess I'd made in Shelly's hair - lmfao - we had to take a shower before Ash came. I normally change my sheets and pillowcases on a Saturday or a Sunday, but I sort of had to do that as well. So both ourselves and the room was all cleaned up ready for Ash's arrival.
Shelly got in the shower with me and I washed her hair. It's so weird washing someone else's hair - especially if they're a lot taller than you are - you have to proper stretch. :)
When Ash arrived, she came bearing a massive carrier bag full of pears from their pear tree. Mam had asked for A FEW, but Ash turned up with like 20 more than what my mam was expecting. The bag was proper heavy too.
We spent hours playing Guitar Hero 5.
It's so epic being able to have all 3 of us playing guitar. We tried out a few band challenges, failed epically at some of them and just missed the diamond rank on some of them. The guitar challenges were fun - I always managed to get the diamond rank, but it was hilarious watching Shelly and Ash competing with each other. I think it's actually happened - Shelly HAS surpassed Ash.
Following this, we ate pizza, drank Coke Zero and alternated around some of my other PS2 games.
We had a few goes of Jackass, then swapped to We Love Katamari - by Ash's whining request of course. :)
Then I thought we ought to try out Evil Dead: A Fistful of Boomstick.
I didn't realise how funny Ash can be when she's reading out cover blurbs.
She just shouldn't say things like: "Ash is back BABY!" - it doesn't sound right coming from her. :)
And naturally, we all found the word BOOMSTICK a pile of piss, so we said it at each and every opportunity. It's a pretty decent game from what I've played so far. The controls and plotline are way different to what I was expecting. It has more elements of action/adventure than it does shooter. It's a fun roam-around hack 'n' slash, from what I can see. :)
And naturally, today wasn't complete without Ash climbing inside a cardboard box while Shelly and I pulled her around on the laminate flooring in the passage. Oh, Ashleigh. :)
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Blog #271
Boomsticks & Boxes
Boomsticks & Boxes
Shelly didn't want to wake up this morning, even after I'd been tugging on her arm for like 5 minutes. She sleeps with her arms hanging over the edges of the bed; it looks really bodged. :)
What did work was when I decided I'd snap a photo of her in her sleep, because she does look pretty funny when she's sleeping. I'd got the batteries in the camera and was in perfect position when she decides to wake up - and pull the creepiest wide-eyed stare at me ever - which made me frigging jump and I nearly fell backwards over the airbed.
She later told me it was because I was leaning over her - apparently that's a sure-fire way to wake her up. I shall have to bear that in mind.
I wish I'd snapped her face when she was doing that fucked-up face though. I doubt I'll ever see a face as bodged as that again. :D
Due to all the fun we had last night, and the mess I'd made in Shelly's hair - lmfao - we had to take a shower before Ash came. I normally change my sheets and pillowcases on a Saturday or a Sunday, but I sort of had to do that as well. So both ourselves and the room was all cleaned up ready for Ash's arrival.
Shelly got in the shower with me and I washed her hair. It's so weird washing someone else's hair - especially if they're a lot taller than you are - you have to proper stretch. :)
When Ash arrived, she came bearing a massive carrier bag full of pears from their pear tree. Mam had asked for A FEW, but Ash turned up with like 20 more than what my mam was expecting. The bag was proper heavy too.
We spent hours playing Guitar Hero 5.
It's so epic being able to have all 3 of us playing guitar. We tried out a few band challenges, failed epically at some of them and just missed the diamond rank on some of them. The guitar challenges were fun - I always managed to get the diamond rank, but it was hilarious watching Shelly and Ash competing with each other. I think it's actually happened - Shelly HAS surpassed Ash.
Following this, we ate pizza, drank Coke Zero and alternated around some of my other PS2 games.
We had a few goes of Jackass, then swapped to We Love Katamari - by Ash's whining request of course. :)
Then I thought we ought to try out Evil Dead: A Fistful of Boomstick.
I didn't realise how funny Ash can be when she's reading out cover blurbs.
She just shouldn't say things like: "Ash is back BABY!" - it doesn't sound right coming from her. :)
And naturally, we all found the word BOOMSTICK a pile of piss, so we said it at each and every opportunity. It's a pretty decent game from what I've played so far. The controls and plotline are way different to what I was expecting. It has more elements of action/adventure than it does shooter. It's a fun roam-around hack 'n' slash, from what I can see. :)
And naturally, today wasn't complete without Ash climbing inside a cardboard box while Shelly and I pulled her around on the laminate flooring in the passage. Oh, Ashleigh. :)
A Tale of Two Cheeseheads
Chapter 1
The Cheese Flies East
(aka Chesapeake Cheesey)
The day dawned EARLY! 3:30 a.m. to be exact. There was a cranky cat to be fed and medicated before we left for the airport. There was fog, it was dark. But there was also excitement in the air as Wonderingsoul had not ever seen the ocean before. We got through our one horse airport security with few questions (although the security dude did look at me and asked if any of the cheese I was taking was spreadable cheese!) Seriously...what self respecting Cheesehead would offer spreadable cheese as a "Thanks for letting us come to visit gift"? I mean, SERIOUSLY???? DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, we got on the plane and started our adventure. Once in the air, we relaxed, looked at each other and smiled......."this is it!"
After a smooth flight, a change to a larger plane in a much larger airport (O'Hare) we had an equally pleasant flight east. All went well and we got through the airport in Baltimore to find resable and dismh8 waiting on the other side of security. dismh8 was holding 2 huge sunflowers and before I knew it, Wonderingsoul was in resable 's arms hugging like they have known each other forever. I do have to say it warmed my heart like nothing else I have ever felt before. Well, we were laughing and joking before we ever left the airport and I knew it would be a great weekend.
We stopped to pick up some liquid refreshments, and then were on our way to the Casa Dev-Resa! (corny, I know, but I like the sound of it, and it's late, and I'm still tired)
Once at resable 's home, we were shown around and WOW.... they have been busy making it comfortable for us. Sorry Snuggs, we christened the room, and we like it just fine. We have claimed "our territory"!!! *snickers* We settled in, and once we unpacked, offered the gift of the magi er, I mean Cheese of many varieties, we sat down for an old fashioned gab fest! I think if I had not made this a round trip flight, we would still be yakking up a storm! resable made a delicious dinner of grilled vegies (YUMMY), chicken for this whiney weanie, and scallops and shrimp. I did try a scallop, so I'm not totally without guts. Just not a fan of seafood. But the food, company, and environment were perfection to start our vacation adventure.
Chapter 2
The Assateague Beach Day. Watch out for Pony Poo!!!
Well, the day was hot, humid, and sunny. We started out with our beach bags full, our spirits enormously silly, and we headed "um, Dev, what direction were we driving?" There was water everywhere so I wouldn't have been able to tell you. It was a gorgeous day for this white woman and her equally lily white daughter to fry on the beach. And fry we did. Pictures will follow at some point. Hurricane Bill provided some awesome tide and it was really cool to feel the water literally pull you back into the ocean whether you wanted to go or not. Interesting how strong currents can make even a big girl feel light on her feet :) Since Wonderingsoul had never seen a beach before, it was fun as her Momma to watch her as she snapped pictures, looked for shells, and cowered from the sea gulls! "Mr. Gull.....your fries are ready!" Amazing to watch those annoying winged creatures remain suspended in mid air! I myself threw myself into a chair and flopped back, threw my head back, closed eyes to the sun and simply drank in the "VACATION". It was great. Unfortunately the beach was super crowded so the promise of ponies didn't happen, however we did see them both before and after our time on the beach along the road ways, "excuse me ma'am, this is a roadway, you can't stop your vehicle here....please keep it moving!!!" Wonderingsoul did manage to get a couple pictures of the ponies though, and they DO exist!!!
Then it was on to the boardwalk in Ocean City....like one big carnival...other than sore feet, I rather enjoyed watching all the freaks sightseers out for a good time. We shopped, didn't buy a whole lot, but did enjoy the browsing, the smells and the sounds. Lots of laughter, and a good long day, which ended with a ride home in a really awesome storm.
*********stay tune for more********* This cheesehead needs to get to bed and get up for work tomorrow.
The Cheese Flies East
(aka Chesapeake Cheesey)
The day dawned EARLY! 3:30 a.m. to be exact. There was a cranky cat to be fed and medicated before we left for the airport. There was fog, it was dark. But there was also excitement in the air as Wonderingsoul had not ever seen the ocean before. We got through our one horse airport security with few questions (although the security dude did look at me and asked if any of the cheese I was taking was spreadable cheese!) Seriously...what self respecting Cheesehead would offer spreadable cheese as a "Thanks for letting us come to visit gift"? I mean, SERIOUSLY???? DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, we got on the plane and started our adventure. Once in the air, we relaxed, looked at each other and smiled......."this is it!"
After a smooth flight, a change to a larger plane in a much larger airport (O'Hare) we had an equally pleasant flight east. All went well and we got through the airport in Baltimore to find resable and dismh8 waiting on the other side of security. dismh8 was holding 2 huge sunflowers and before I knew it, Wonderingsoul was in resable 's arms hugging like they have known each other forever. I do have to say it warmed my heart like nothing else I have ever felt before. Well, we were laughing and joking before we ever left the airport and I knew it would be a great weekend.
We stopped to pick up some liquid refreshments, and then were on our way to the Casa Dev-Resa! (corny, I know, but I like the sound of it, and it's late, and I'm still tired)
Once at resable 's home, we were shown around and WOW.... they have been busy making it comfortable for us. Sorry Snuggs, we christened the room, and we like it just fine. We have claimed "our territory"!!! *snickers* We settled in, and once we unpacked, offered the gift of the magi er, I mean Cheese of many varieties, we sat down for an old fashioned gab fest! I think if I had not made this a round trip flight, we would still be yakking up a storm! resable made a delicious dinner of grilled vegies (YUMMY), chicken for this whiney weanie, and scallops and shrimp. I did try a scallop, so I'm not totally without guts. Just not a fan of seafood. But the food, company, and environment were perfection to start our vacation adventure.
Chapter 2
The Assateague Beach Day. Watch out for Pony Poo!!!
Well, the day was hot, humid, and sunny. We started out with our beach bags full, our spirits enormously silly, and we headed "um, Dev, what direction were we driving?" There was water everywhere so I wouldn't have been able to tell you. It was a gorgeous day for this white woman and her equally lily white daughter to fry on the beach. And fry we did. Pictures will follow at some point. Hurricane Bill provided some awesome tide and it was really cool to feel the water literally pull you back into the ocean whether you wanted to go or not. Interesting how strong currents can make even a big girl feel light on her feet :) Since Wonderingsoul had never seen a beach before, it was fun as her Momma to watch her as she snapped pictures, looked for shells, and cowered from the sea gulls! "Mr. Gull.....your fries are ready!" Amazing to watch those annoying winged creatures remain suspended in mid air! I myself threw myself into a chair and flopped back, threw my head back, closed eyes to the sun and simply drank in the "VACATION". It was great. Unfortunately the beach was super crowded so the promise of ponies didn't happen, however we did see them both before and after our time on the beach along the road ways, "excuse me ma'am, this is a roadway, you can't stop your vehicle here....please keep it moving!!!" Wonderingsoul did manage to get a couple pictures of the ponies though, and they DO exist!!!
Then it was on to the boardwalk in Ocean City....like one big carnival...other than sore feet, I rather enjoyed watching all the freaks sightseers out for a good time. We shopped, didn't buy a whole lot, but did enjoy the browsing, the smells and the sounds. Lots of laughter, and a good long day, which ended with a ride home in a really awesome storm.
*********stay tune for more********* This cheesehead needs to get to bed and get up for work tomorrow.
I'd Wish You Happy Birthday But.....
We're going to have some fun now.
Today is the birthday of my little brother, Zack, who is now 28 years old. Happy Birthday Cracker!
And in honor of his birthday, his favorite "research librarian" is going to dazzle him with a story:
Once upon a time, there was this very smart girl who grew up to become a librarian. She had a full life, with plenty of interests, including the occasional visit to her friendly, neighborhood chiropractor. Because he was a friendly, neighborhood chiropractor, our very smart girl signed up for his monthly newsletter of health tips. Each month, on the first day, our very smart girl would open up her magical electronic mail and read the latest healthy tips. Since they were from a "real" doctor, our very smart girl just assumed that the information she was receiving about her health was information she could trust.
The heart of our story takes place on the first day of June, which is coincidentally the birthday of super-brother, the younger brother of our very smart girl. Well, on this day, our very smart girl opened up her magical electronic mail account and eagerly opened up the health tips newsletter. Suddenly, something seemed wrong! Our very smart girl was reading a story about the benefits of drinking water versus the detriments of drinking Coca-Cola. But wait, some of the claims in the story seemed so incredibly farfetched that they couldn't possibly be true! Never fear, our very smart girl knew that if she just read to the bottom of the article she would see the origins of the information and could rest assured that her friendly, neighborhood, trustworthy chiropractor would never lead her and the other faithful readers astray. Alas! Upon reaching the bottom of the story, our very smart girl saw that there were no indications that any actual research had been done prior to printing this story and forcing the loyal readers to read it.
Undaunted, our very smart girl used the skills she had acquired in her pursuit of a degree in Research Librarianship, skills she uses every day, and set out to discover the truth. In a matter of moments, our very smart girl had found some information on one of her favorite websites called Snopes. You see, the very best thing about Snopes is that they ALWAYS list the sources they used to verify the truth in their claims.
The first thing our very smart girl found is this story about Coke. Then, digging a little deeper, she also found this story about Water. Imagine the utter shock our very smart girl felt when she couldn't help but notice that the claims in the stories were identical to the claims in the article sent out by her friendly, neighborhood chiropractor. It was clear, somehow, the friendly, neighborhood chiropractor had stumbled across the information, declined to look into it any further and then sent out the information as fact in the newsletter read by his faithful subscribers. It was heartwrenching for our very smart girl to realize that very few people will take the time to find out if something is true. They are usually just willing to believe whatever information falls into their respective laps. Demoralizing, sure, but at least our very smart girl can take comfort in the fact that if people continue to be willing dupes of an information saturated society, then she'll always have a job. People need Research Librarians to set them on the path toward true and honest facts.
So, in light of this pure mission, our very smart girl immediately sent off a reply to her friendly, neighborhood chiropractor, informing him of his mistake, enlightening him to the error of his ways (with a positive attitude nonetheless!) and asking him to fix the misconceptions he perpetrated so that he'll not fall from grace as the favored, friendly, neighborhood chiropractor.
Then, because she does so enjoy the information (all properly cited) found at Snopes, our very smart girl hunted around until she found this article; which clearly explains why there'll be NO SINGING to super-brother today. In a popular, open venue such as this, we wouldn't want to be found guilty of copyright infringement. Why, that would undo all the good we've done today by setting the friendly, neighborhood chiropractor back on the path to right.
Plus, super-brother doesn't really like it when I sing to him.
The End.
Happy Birthday, Zack, I hope you enjoyed this little adventure of "our very smart girl," the research librarian. And maybe you even learned some things you never knew you never knew.
Today is the birthday of my little brother, Zack, who is now 28 years old. Happy Birthday Cracker!
And in honor of his birthday, his favorite "research librarian" is going to dazzle him with a story:
Once upon a time, there was this very smart girl who grew up to become a librarian. She had a full life, with plenty of interests, including the occasional visit to her friendly, neighborhood chiropractor. Because he was a friendly, neighborhood chiropractor, our very smart girl signed up for his monthly newsletter of health tips. Each month, on the first day, our very smart girl would open up her magical electronic mail and read the latest healthy tips. Since they were from a "real" doctor, our very smart girl just assumed that the information she was receiving about her health was information she could trust.
The heart of our story takes place on the first day of June, which is coincidentally the birthday of super-brother, the younger brother of our very smart girl. Well, on this day, our very smart girl opened up her magical electronic mail account and eagerly opened up the health tips newsletter. Suddenly, something seemed wrong! Our very smart girl was reading a story about the benefits of drinking water versus the detriments of drinking Coca-Cola. But wait, some of the claims in the story seemed so incredibly farfetched that they couldn't possibly be true! Never fear, our very smart girl knew that if she just read to the bottom of the article she would see the origins of the information and could rest assured that her friendly, neighborhood, trustworthy chiropractor would never lead her and the other faithful readers astray. Alas! Upon reaching the bottom of the story, our very smart girl saw that there were no indications that any actual research had been done prior to printing this story and forcing the loyal readers to read it.
Undaunted, our very smart girl used the skills she had acquired in her pursuit of a degree in Research Librarianship, skills she uses every day, and set out to discover the truth. In a matter of moments, our very smart girl had found some information on one of her favorite websites called Snopes. You see, the very best thing about Snopes is that they ALWAYS list the sources they used to verify the truth in their claims.
The first thing our very smart girl found is this story about Coke. Then, digging a little deeper, she also found this story about Water. Imagine the utter shock our very smart girl felt when she couldn't help but notice that the claims in the stories were identical to the claims in the article sent out by her friendly, neighborhood chiropractor. It was clear, somehow, the friendly, neighborhood chiropractor had stumbled across the information, declined to look into it any further and then sent out the information as fact in the newsletter read by his faithful subscribers. It was heartwrenching for our very smart girl to realize that very few people will take the time to find out if something is true. They are usually just willing to believe whatever information falls into their respective laps. Demoralizing, sure, but at least our very smart girl can take comfort in the fact that if people continue to be willing dupes of an information saturated society, then she'll always have a job. People need Research Librarians to set them on the path toward true and honest facts.
So, in light of this pure mission, our very smart girl immediately sent off a reply to her friendly, neighborhood chiropractor, informing him of his mistake, enlightening him to the error of his ways (with a positive attitude nonetheless!) and asking him to fix the misconceptions he perpetrated so that he'll not fall from grace as the favored, friendly, neighborhood chiropractor.
Then, because she does so enjoy the information (all properly cited) found at Snopes, our very smart girl hunted around until she found this article; which clearly explains why there'll be NO SINGING to super-brother today. In a popular, open venue such as this, we wouldn't want to be found guilty of copyright infringement. Why, that would undo all the good we've done today by setting the friendly, neighborhood chiropractor back on the path to right.
Plus, super-brother doesn't really like it when I sing to him.
The End.
Happy Birthday, Zack, I hope you enjoyed this little adventure of "our very smart girl," the research librarian. And maybe you even learned some things you never knew you never knew.
[Blog #132] --- Neutral --- [Monday] - RANDOM SANDWICH GIVEAWAYS
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Blog #132
RANDOM SANDWICH GIVEAWAYS
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.
RANDOM SANDWICH GIVEAWAYS
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.
[Blog #119] --- Depressed --- [Tuesday] - I HATE BATHS
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Tuesday was so shitty.
I did shite all once again in English Language.
Angela can either be helpful, or totally fucking ignore you.
JUST BECAUSE I GOT AN A* AT GCSE, DOESN'T MEAN I'LL NEVER STRUGGLE WITH AS-LEVEL WORK.
Fucking slag.
So sick of being ignored.
Do I not pull a good enough "I'm-fucking-struggling-here-come-and-fucking-help-me" face?!
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I was so bored when Ashleigh want up to tutorial.
I didn't bring my black ringbinder with me - and all I wanted to do was draw.
So I ended up sitting playing Solitaire, listening to Rammstein albums.
I've discovered another song I really like by them - Rein Raus.
Translates to 'In Out' - and it's all about sexxxxxxx. Lmfao. Rammstein have funny songs.
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When Shelly arrived - she had a bandage around the foot she'd kaned in on the Saturday night and she was hobbling around like a drunken peg-legged pirate.
Yet, she still insisted we go to town.
This of course, was me walking and pushing Ash at my normal speed - Shelly said I was walking too fast.
Lmao, she should see how fast I walk when I'm alone. Especially walking to the bus station.
Ashleigh and I have decided we're not letting Shelly come into town until she's steadier on her foot.
We don't want her to end up hurting herself.
I got a £1.99 King Deal from Burger King.
Small fries, a small cheeseburger and a small Coke.
It wasn't bad - was actually quite filling - wasn't bloating like my favourite XL bacon double.
If I get another one though, I'll request that they don't include gherkins, tomato sauce or mustard.
I'm not a fan of scraping foul condiments from the top of my bun with a napkin.
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We went up to Photography when we came back.
Everyone's in a mad panic hurry to get both sketchbooks finished.
My unit 2 is practically done - I just need to add in my final piece and all that accompanying shite.
My unit 1 is a pile of shite though. I'm not looking forward to working on that again.
I can't remember what triggered it off - but I started feeling really shitty during this lesson.
I wasted my time away looking at random shite on DeviantArt and reading over my old blog entries.
I then found Lisa's blog.
It was quite an interesting read.
At first, I wasn't sure if it was LISA Lisa - but with the discovery of many clues - such as the Kitsune, and the mentioning of me and the forum - I knew it was her.
Some parts upset me though.
It seems Lisa is also a person who hates my changing moods and my constant depression.
Much like Emily, so it seems.
I can't change who I am.
People hate me for who I am - but when I try to change who I am, it doesn't work.
It never fucking does.
I couldn't even keep up with my plan I had for when I started college this year.
I planned to keep myself to myself, sit alone all the time and never speak unless I had to.
(Fuck's sake, that WILL be my plan for next year and at Uni - I won't have Ash and Shelly)
Saying that, it's straying away from this plan that allowed me to befriend Ash and Shelly.
Hmmmm... I'm glad I did.
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Shelly nicked out of her A block lesson to sit on the stairs on 4th floor that lead up to the roof with me.
I was upset and I was doing my random crying - so she cuddled me, keeping a massive wodge of bog roll beside me so I could use it when I spurted.
I think some of the things I told her upset her though.
I really need to stop saying what I really think.
I think she appreciates the fact I'm honest, but...
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And when I returned home - I did FUCK ALL.
I don't know how I can waste away from 5PM to 12AM - but I manage it somehow!
I need to stop wasting my time.
I need to start updating blogs and completing games.
I'd like to be drawing, making comics and writing - but I don't think I can yet...
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I printed out a T-shirt transfer I made a while back today and mam ironed it onto a white shirt for me.
I've done it for Ashleigh - I've wrapped it up with her other two presents I've got her for her birthday on Friday.
Back in December, near enough - we joked about the "no bikes", "no scooters" and "no rollerskates" sign on the door of the Dundas Shopping Mall.
Wondered what a "no wheelchairs" sign would look like.
I went home that night and made this on Photoshop:
So that be what is on Ashleigh's shirt. :)
Lmao, it'll be funny if she wears it.
I suggested I put it on a shirt before, and she said she would do.
Now seems a good time to present it to her, no?
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And in other news - our shower is broken - thanks to my STUPID SLAG OF A MOTHER.
She's snapped the bastard shower cord - so now it won't even turn on.
SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG.
Now I have to have fucking baths.
Baths make me ANGRY.
I sit in the water and that gives me time to think.
The bath takes forever to run as well - and I always end up running it too hot.
When I think - I think about the wrong things. Things that upset me.
And I can't rinse my hair properly.
Baths make me feel dirtier than I did before I got in them.
When I see the water's changed once I've gotten out of it - I think that I've been laid in my own filth.
Thus, I feel dirty - and that upsets me and stresses me out even more.
Yep, I really fucking hate baths.
Dixie currently feels:
Depressed
Depressed -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Blog #119
I HATE BATHS
I HATE BATHS
Tuesday was so shitty.
I did shite all once again in English Language.
Angela can either be helpful, or totally fucking ignore you.
JUST BECAUSE I GOT AN A* AT GCSE, DOESN'T MEAN I'LL NEVER STRUGGLE WITH AS-LEVEL WORK.
Fucking slag.
So sick of being ignored.
Do I not pull a good enough "I'm-fucking-struggling-here-come-and-fucking-help-me" face?!
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I was so bored when Ashleigh want up to tutorial.
I didn't bring my black ringbinder with me - and all I wanted to do was draw.
So I ended up sitting playing Solitaire, listening to Rammstein albums.
I've discovered another song I really like by them - Rein Raus.
Translates to 'In Out' - and it's all about sexxxxxxx. Lmfao. Rammstein have funny songs.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
When Shelly arrived - she had a bandage around the foot she'd kaned in on the Saturday night and she was hobbling around like a drunken peg-legged pirate.
Yet, she still insisted we go to town.
This of course, was me walking and pushing Ash at my normal speed - Shelly said I was walking too fast.
Lmao, she should see how fast I walk when I'm alone. Especially walking to the bus station.
Ashleigh and I have decided we're not letting Shelly come into town until she's steadier on her foot.
We don't want her to end up hurting herself.
I got a £1.99 King Deal from Burger King.
Small fries, a small cheeseburger and a small Coke.
It wasn't bad - was actually quite filling - wasn't bloating like my favourite XL bacon double.
If I get another one though, I'll request that they don't include gherkins, tomato sauce or mustard.
I'm not a fan of scraping foul condiments from the top of my bun with a napkin.
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We went up to Photography when we came back.
Everyone's in a mad panic hurry to get both sketchbooks finished.
My unit 2 is practically done - I just need to add in my final piece and all that accompanying shite.
My unit 1 is a pile of shite though. I'm not looking forward to working on that again.
I can't remember what triggered it off - but I started feeling really shitty during this lesson.
I wasted my time away looking at random shite on DeviantArt and reading over my old blog entries.
I then found Lisa's blog.
It was quite an interesting read.
At first, I wasn't sure if it was LISA Lisa - but with the discovery of many clues - such as the Kitsune, and the mentioning of me and the forum - I knew it was her.
Some parts upset me though.
It seems Lisa is also a person who hates my changing moods and my constant depression.
Much like Emily, so it seems.
I can't change who I am.
People hate me for who I am - but when I try to change who I am, it doesn't work.
It never fucking does.
I couldn't even keep up with my plan I had for when I started college this year.
I planned to keep myself to myself, sit alone all the time and never speak unless I had to.
(Fuck's sake, that WILL be my plan for next year and at Uni - I won't have Ash and Shelly)
Saying that, it's straying away from this plan that allowed me to befriend Ash and Shelly.
Hmmmm... I'm glad I did.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Shelly nicked out of her A block lesson to sit on the stairs on 4th floor that lead up to the roof with me.
I was upset and I was doing my random crying - so she cuddled me, keeping a massive wodge of bog roll beside me so I could use it when I spurted.
I think some of the things I told her upset her though.
I really need to stop saying what I really think.
I think she appreciates the fact I'm honest, but...
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And when I returned home - I did FUCK ALL.
I don't know how I can waste away from 5PM to 12AM - but I manage it somehow!
I need to stop wasting my time.
I need to start updating blogs and completing games.
I'd like to be drawing, making comics and writing - but I don't think I can yet...
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I printed out a T-shirt transfer I made a while back today and mam ironed it onto a white shirt for me.
I've done it for Ashleigh - I've wrapped it up with her other two presents I've got her for her birthday on Friday.
Back in December, near enough - we joked about the "no bikes", "no scooters" and "no rollerskates" sign on the door of the Dundas Shopping Mall.
Wondered what a "no wheelchairs" sign would look like.
I went home that night and made this on Photoshop:
So that be what is on Ashleigh's shirt. :)
Lmao, it'll be funny if she wears it.
I suggested I put it on a shirt before, and she said she would do.
Now seems a good time to present it to her, no?
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
And in other news - our shower is broken - thanks to my STUPID SLAG OF A MOTHER.
She's snapped the bastard shower cord - so now it won't even turn on.
SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG.
Now I have to have fucking baths.
Baths make me ANGRY.
I sit in the water and that gives me time to think.
The bath takes forever to run as well - and I always end up running it too hot.
When I think - I think about the wrong things. Things that upset me.
And I can't rinse my hair properly.
Baths make me feel dirtier than I did before I got in them.
When I see the water's changed once I've gotten out of it - I think that I've been laid in my own filth.
Thus, I feel dirty - and that upsets me and stresses me out even more.
Yep, I really fucking hate baths.
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