College @ MindSay

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I actually expected myself to be going into college for a wasted effort like I normally do on a Friday - but I was proved wrong - we were actually learning about stuff I hadn't already learnt last year - and not wasting my time with coursework planning when mine was planned three weeks ago. :)

Before I set off for the bus this morning, I cleaned my room, hoovered the floor, re-arranged my PS2 games shelf, changed my bedsheets and emptied my bin. I used my time productivley. :)

I had to go into college today as well to pick up the camera Paul told us all to take home over the weekend. One of the heavy film cameras we were using the other week in the lesson. With the annoying manual apature and poxy light meter. Fuck knows what photos I can take to relate to my Addictions project like.

Though I did have to stand in the art corridors for 20 fucking minutes waiting for the technician to finish talking before I even got a camera - and he was snotty to me, saying I need to pay for the film. I was like "FINE, HAVE YOUR FUCKING FIFTY PENCE."
Then Arriva decided to be knobs and have the 64 turn up half an hour late.

I've finally got refunded by Play.com for this GH handheld that didn't bother turning up in time for Shelly's birthday - but surprise surprise - when I went to order another one from a different seller - they'd decided to stop selling them altogether. Gaaahh.

Seriously being fucked around today like.

So instead, I ordered a Guitar Hero poster and a copy of Spyro: Enter The Dragonfly for her instead. Hopefully she'll like them. I still think the GH handheld would have been better though... :(

My fears about Ash and this weird girl were sort of cleared up. Ash came online and I asked her about this person who's supposably like me. Apparently we're a totally different type of weird. And if Ash describes someone as "this girl I'm friends with" - as opposed to "my friend" - she obviously values me higher.




...Well, I hope so......

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The Mondays after half-term are always shite. :/
Saying that, Mondays in general are shite.

I've gotten the script for Spieluhr finished off. Sarah is going to talk with me about it in the next coursework lesson - she wants examples of Rammstein's other music videos too.
She did originally say she wanted to see their most recent one - but that would have meant showing her Pussy - and I said "Well, I could show you their newest one, but it's A BIT PORNAGRAPHIC." - so she soon changed her mind. Her face was funny. :D

I'd say the script is still a 'work-in-progress', it's just basic - I think I need to make it a bit more weird and disturbing if I ever want it to achieve the amount of controversy that Sarah seems to be expecting from me.
I'm not sure where she gets this idea about me from - but it's funny. :)

Photography seemed to be more a debate than a bloody lesson today.
Paul was having a whinge about the A2 students not being motivated enough - and he asked us how they could improve the lessons - I took this as a chance to basically spurt my thoughts.

One thing I said was proper funny - I complained about how lax Paul seems to be about everything. He says we're not arsed - well he's even less arsed than we are.
When he "sets deadlines", he doesn't give dates - he FLINGS HIS ARMS IN THE AIR. So I imitated this.
I amused myself, at least. :)

Then Hayley suggested we need to have our work displayed on the vast empty boards in the room. So he made us go and print three of our photos onto A4 paper.
I chose my epic Vulcan Street sign, my best one of Nelly and Loz and the cute one of Melody with the camera case.







And then I got the chance to prove how witty I am:

Michelle: "Are we doing A4 or A3?"
Dixie: "We're actually doing A2."

A bad pun, but it made Shelly and Michelle piss. :D

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There's one easy way to tell if a session with Dianne was meaningful: I'll end up crying.
I try so fucking hard to stop myself, this time I was bending my fingers and squeezing my wrists - but as I said to her, if I start, I don't end up stopping.
I spoke to her a little bit about "5 to 15" - I recollected a few events. Those that I didn't think were majorly important, or that I don't think would have affected me that much in the future - but Dianne seemed to think they were useful information.
 
I got my first draft of the film studies coursework back today - Sarah said it's A-grade standard, but the fact I missed out a few chunks of information in places, it's only a C/B. So I'll be adding to it shortly - she's told me I ought to get an A overall for the coursework. I hope so. I want an A for film studies, seeing as how I managed to get one in media studies last year too.
 
I sat on the 2nd floor of the LRC in my break between the session with Dianne and my English lesson. I listened to Spieluhr on repeat for a while, until it started getting on my nerves - then swapped to Silverstein and Blind Guardian. I updated the blogs I'd left blank for Tuesday and Wednesday and had a mooch about on some randomers' blogs.
 
I've always hated English since I came to college - loved it before I came here, then it suddenly just got shit. I despise it even more now that Adam has been put into D block with me. He sits with Siobhan - he was sort of adjacent to me on the tables today, I was in a shit mood and he kept saying random shite to make me smile. I did smile at some of them, but I didn't feel smiley inside. I feel uncomfortable in that room as it is with all the arseholes in there, but it's gotten worse now Adam's there too. Sigh.
 
Hannah pissed me off too. I was simply asking Angela what it was we were supposed to be making notes on, and she goes: "We did the pragmatics yesterday... YOU KNOW, THE STUDY OF SOUND?"
I just gave her my psycho glare and growled: "I KNOW WHAT FUCKING PRAGMATICS ARE."
I'm surprised she didn't retaliate, she looked more surprised than offended at my response. Oh, I fucking hate her. She's always riles me because of her fucking ridiculous nasal-voice, but as soon as someone treats me like I lack intellect, they become hatred targets. Inconsiderate shit-sniffers!
 
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On the bus home, I was listening to Blind Guardian louder than I should have done - and this random old woman kept turning around and giving me weird looks. Fucking slag. You'd think sitting behind an aged person, they'd be too deaf to hear your music. I don't have it THAT loud!
It just sounds louder in small spaces, such as lifts... :)
 
I'm a proper arsehole in the bus station though - I was bounding off to catch up with the bus that was due to leave the bay - and there was this huddle of dirty chavs standing by the railings that just didn't want to move - so I just SHOULDERED one out of the way - the look she gave me was proper funny. I didn't even look at her, I just carried on, fueled by my full-blast Rammstein. :)
 
When I got in, I made myself some of those chicken & bacon motzarella wraps and ate them while I watched Spongebob Squarepants. Nickelodeon seriously couldn't time it better - it always seems to be on whenever I get in. I like watching cartoons after college, it re-fills my happy levels. My happy levels are usually always below centre, but they drop to negative figures when I'm at college. The shithole that it is.
Well, not the building or the tutors or even the lessons - it's the arseholes that are there.
 
I went upstairs, set up my Wii and I finished off Spyro: Enter The Dragonfly.
Good fucking riddance, that's one game I'm not re-playing in a hurry. Thankfully, it was only £3.50, so I didn't waste that much on it. It's not a TERRIBLE game, but compared to the other Spyro games, it just doesn't even compete. And they're on PS1 - this is a GC/PS2 game!
It's just the overall glitchiness that ruins it. All the disappearing floors, voice lags, control reversals, camera freezing and general jumping about makes it a chore. It's also WAY too easy. Having different breath attacks instead of power-up portals is NOT Spyro! The time limits on the power-ups is what makes it fun!
 
And the lack of the locate gems feature doesn't make it harder - it just makes it goddamn tedious. And WHY do you collect DRAGONFLIES? Not eggs, not baby dragons - ach.
I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks it's wank though - GameFAQs reviewers all only give it 2/10 and 3/10.
I've completed all of the PS1 Spyros at least twice each, because they have excellent replay value - but as per fucking usual, as soon as a mint PS1 series gets ported to PS2, it FAILS.
It happened with Crash, it happened with Parappa The Rapper - it was obviously going to happen to Spyro. :(
 
Tee hee, bad game rant is over. :D
 
 
So, with that pile of crap removed from my to-be-completed games wallet and put back into the box at the bottom of the stack, not to be played again in a hurry - I replaced it with Resident Evil.
Now is the time for me to complete the scenario with Chris. Seeing as how Chris is supposed to be hard mode, I'm very surprised at how easy it is. I'm not sure if it's got to do with the fact I already know my way around due to completing it with Jill - but when I played her scenario, I must have died a good 10 times. I'm at the guardhouse currently and I've not died once. The snake didn't even hurt me, and Chris only gets a shitty shotgun, Forest's bazooka just doesn't seem to be present.
 
I still shit myself when Lisa Trevor came in the outside hut - even though I knew she was coming - she scares the shit out of me. She's what makes the Resi 1 re-make so much scarier. That and all the graphical touch-ups, crimson heads, insane puzzles, extra rooms and the general darker overtone and detailed environments.
 
I should stop talking about games, otherwise I'll just end up turning my blog into a games review. :)

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If I was at college this week, I'd have been seeing Dianne today.
Since I've agreed to attend another block of sessions, I really need to think about some issues I'm going to address.
As much as I'm going to despise it, I'll have to talk to her about that period of time that must not be discussed - 1996-2006. Or "5 to 15" as I call it when it's mentioned.
 
Regardless, there's a lot of things that are bothering me.
Though I'm starting to realise causes behind some of them - I'll get an idea, but then I'll doubt it - I'll ponder if it truly is the real reason behind something. Despite the fact I'm right about virtually everything, I have doubts if I'm right about this or not.
 
If only I could express my feelings through my creative assets like I used to.
I can't write, I can't draw - I haven't made any wav. mixes for ages, I'm starting to suck at Photography - the only thing I really have left are videos. Yes, I haven't lost my skill when it comes to writing scripts - but all these ideas I have, all the scripts I've written and planning sheets I've done - will they all be wasted?
 
If that's the case, I won't have anything left. Sigh.

I was quite amused by the University of Tennessee's football team, wearing black jerseys on Saturday to compliment their official orange and white school colors in celebration of Halloween.  That's the spirit, boys!