Colours @ MindSay

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I've been in an absolute legendary mood today.
No idea why either.

I went into college early on the college bus - sat around on the round tables killing Lisa's battery with Solitaire.
This is annoying me. According to my stats - I've played 700+ games, but only won around 300 of them.
Sigh, if only there was an undo move tool.

Shelly came in at around half 9, followed by Ash about 5 minutes later.
I gave Ash a birthday hug and we went up to fourth floor.

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Another Photography lesson wasted.
The three of us all agree that we can't work on our sketchbooks during the lessons. It's just not the right atmosphere to do so.
I can work at home or in the LRC - but I can barely work in the classroom.

I gave Ash her presents.
My mam had even gone to the trouble of getting her one, and a card.
Mam got her some funky pyjamas - which I can't imagine her wearing - she'll look mental. :)
I quite like them, but I can't really imagine ANYONE wearing them. :D

I knew that my technique of taping three presents together would annoy Ash.
Lmao, she almost resorted to using her scissors to slice the tape apart - until I stopped her, said she had to do it herself. :)

I got her Elite Beat Agents for the DS. From CEX, but I don't think Ash minds - she buys games from there herself. Nothing wrong with 2nd hand games - as long as they work.
(And as long as the skanky fuckers don't sell you a two-disc game with a disc missing... Cough.)

Along with that, a cuddly Buckbeak teddy and the printed T-shirt I mentioned in an earlier blog.
Ash was amused. I hope I get to see her wear it. It'll look funky.

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I was a bit overboard on my junk food intake today.
As well as getting my usual Pepsi and crisps - I got one of those 'I'M-A-PRETTY-PRINCESS' marshmallow eggs, some Highland Toffee and my usual Floggs marshmallow with the jelly inside.

I didn't get a sandwich - so my entire afternoon food intake was like 90% sugar.
No wonder I was hyper off my tits for the next few hours.

It was too windy to eat in town - so we took our stuff back to college and ate on the tables beside construction.
It's quieter there - there's just a lot more chavs roaming about.

Ash and I went halves on some doughnuts.
They're being skanky now too - the last time we got them, we got 6 for £1 - but now it's 5 for £1.
I let Ash have 3, seeing as how she was the birthday girl.

Then she dared me to dip random things in the remains of the chocolate sauce.
Like my toffee and my cheese and onion crisps.
The toffee was alright - but the crisps tasted beyond weird.

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Ash took command of Shelly's DS again - started playing Gardening Mama.
I don't like it when Ash is proper enthralled in something - you just can't attract her attention.

So I annoyed her instead - shaking her wrists so she couldn't keep the DS still.
Then I tickled her and flicked her nose - up until she decided to turn it off and give me attention. :)

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I had a bit of a sugar crash in English.
I couldn't stop coughing.
I was choking up chunks of phelgm too.

Argh - SWINE FLU?!

Even Angela said I looked ill.

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This was overidden by my hyper burst in Media Studies.
When I get THAT hyper - all I do is TALK.

I was actually being really productive though - I had the courage to ask all the questions I was too shy to ask before. - And believe me, it was a shitload.
I think I was annoying Lewis too. :)

I tried to calm myself down by eating Mentos - but they made me worse!
I looked at the ingredients and noticed why - the second one on the list was SUGAR. :)

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Between my note-taking, I was writing random things with my coloured pens.
I chose a different colour for each sentence and wrote something random about the colour I'd chosen.

[Note, BLACK is written in WHITE - as black on a black background wouldn't show up, now would it? :P]


RED is war, blood and INCORRECT ANSWERS.

PINK things tend to be intimate body parts or female underwear. Mmmm, panties...

DARK BLUE tries to be hardcore, but it fails epically.

LIGHT BLUE is for nothing other than baby boys and their fluffy booties.

BROWN is SHITTY. :)

GREEN is the colour of nature and Arriva buses.

BLACK goes with anything. Especially black.

YELLOW is impossible to read on white paper. LOL.

ORANGE is a happy (yet suicidal, depressing and angry) colour. :)

PURPLE is an evil colour. Only true villains wear purple capes.

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This state carried on right up until I got on the bus.
I managed to calm down by playing some Solitaire and listening to Blackmore's Night.
A calming combination. :)

When I got home, I ate noodles and finished off the story on Bully: Scholarship Edition.
Currently at 96% - let's see if we can get the 100% this time.

I'm hoping I can. On top of the two missions I missed out last time - I've found one that's not even listed on the GameFAQs guides!
I found it on a Strategy Wiki page though - so someone's acknowledged its existance...

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I didn't have an appointment with Dianne this week.
Fucking typical - the time when everything's kicked off BIG TIME - and I need someone to talk stuff over with - I don't have a counselling session.

So I didn't bother getting up until late.
Dad took me into college for half 10.

I met up with Shelly and Lewis and we went to the LRC.
We were originally on the 1st floor because Shelly can't really climb stairs with her dodgy foot.
But there was NO tables and Shelly was afraid to ask if she could use the lift - so we went to 2nd floor instead.

I started drawing a new piece.
Lewis went to his A block lesson - and Shelly insisted we go up to 3rd floor.

Two reasons why I didn't want to:
- I was quite comfortable where I was
- I didn't want her to hurt herself

I had to give up in the fucking end - she was just stressing me out.
Especially when she cried.
She said I was patronising her - saying I wouldn't let her hurt herself.
I didn't WANT her to hurt herself - why does she think that I should want her to?

I don't mind if Shelly cries - but it annoys me when she cries over REALLY pointless things.
I think everything I cry over is pointless - but what I cry over is nowhere near as pointless as what Shelly cried over today.

I cuddled her and told her to stop.
We ended up going to 3rd floor - and Ashleigh wasn't pleased about this when we told her later.

We sat in the "quiet study area" and I finished my drawing.
Shelly watched me colour it in - telling me when I'd missed places or left white gaps.
She said she likes watching me colour in. Odd - but okay. :)

This is what I did, a drawing of Ashley Darwin from TDW:



[DeviantArt link]

I like the way I coloured his guitar.
I couldn't think of a design, so I went for lightning bolts - but after I coloured it, it looked more like red tiger stripes. :)

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We met up with Ashleigh downstairs - she was texting.
Sooo... Continuing from my sneaking streak from last week...

Today's was: "WHO'RE YOU TEXTING ASHLEIGH?!"
Same reaction as always, followed by that usual angry glare. :D

We ate in the Refectory.
We stuck by our word and didn't go to town.

I ate a cheeseburger and chips - that's two burgers in a week. Jeez. NO MORE. :)
Ash ate the same as me, minus the cheese - and Shelly had a sausage bun.

They both bought milkshakes - Shelly got chocolate and Ashleigh got banana.
Ash kept offering me big gulps of hers. :)
It gave me banana-scented burps, so I kept burping on Shelly. She hates bananas.
Her reactions were much amusing. :)

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Paul and Grahame are dicks.
Well, more so Paul. I like Grahame - he was just backing Paul up, is all.

They both had a rant about sketchbooks in Photography.
I told them my honest opinion on mine - that they're both shite.
I don't hold back on my opinions anymore. I'm BEYOND honest.

I might annoy them purposely - do my unit 1 sketchbook in a fucked order.
Seeing as how it's already disorganised - I've missed out sections on contextual work - so that's all going to be in a big clump at the back.
I'm NOT going with this CONSTANTLY suggested idea of fold-outs.

FUCK YOUR FOLD-OUTS.

You want contextual work - it's going to be where I put it.
Unit 1 is already shite - is it possible to make my sketchbook worse, I wonder.

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Dixie currently feels:

 Neutral

 

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Blog #95

Coursework, iSketch & Backgrounds 

 

 

Lmao, I've been in a relationship with Shelly for a week now. :)

I haven't seen her since Saturday - she's going to come and see me tomorrow.

 

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I had such a fucking funny dream last night.

 

I dreamt my mam was eating a pufferfish sandwich - basically a pufferfish in a bun.

A wholemeal bun (which is probably why I was asking her if we had buns in today then demanding why when she said no) - and she was nomming on it until it slipped out from the bread.

Then it proceeded to BOUNCE AROUND THE ROOM LIKE A BALL.

 

I woke up pissing myself laughing, I swear to God.

David was amused when I told him and mam after I'd gone downstairs.

 

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Today was another say of wasting half the day in bed.

Then I got up, ate cheesy hotdogs and played Guitar Hero: World Tour for about 5 hours.

 

I'm addicted to playing my Saria's Song.

I've uploaded it to GHTunes.

I had a browse through them - there's 3 others, so including my own - there's 4 Saria's Songs.

In my own personal opinion - mine is the 2nd best.

 

The best one is by some gadge called The Polar Bear Tree - his, or hers - has a proper mint drum beat. Really similar to the actual song. I didn't have the drum sheet music, nor do I have a great musical ear, so I just made up my own drum beat.

 

The other two Saria's Songs are shitty electronic versions, and they're both PROPER out of tune.

Out of tune to the point where it hurts your brain to listen to them.

 

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I've actually got 3/4 of my coursework finished now.

Shock fucking horror, I know.

 

My first piece and my first commentary are totally done now.

The commentary is a pile of fucking bollocks, however.

I found a way to do it - turn on VICARIOUS at proper high volume and block out the thoughts surrounding you.

 

I actually wrote Regenbogen-Streifen to Vicarious too... And some Blackmore's Night songs. Ivory Tower was one of them, I believe.

I can write so well if I listen to the bands in my INSPIRATIONAL BANDS list.

(See the older blog, knob. :P)

 

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I spent the rest of the night on the phone to Shelly and playing on iSketch with Adam.

 

Oh, good times.

iSketch is something Adam and I haven't played for a long time.

 

Rofl, the great times we've had in KELLY'S MAM.

 

 

 

Adam: "OMG AYSHEA, WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!"

 

Kelly_Green: "What's a Miraan?"

 

Adam: "OMG AYSHEA, STOP DRAWING YOSHI."

 

Ayshea: "BUM THRILLS!"

 

Dixie: "She cracked the ice? LMFAO, IS SHE FAT?!"

 

 

Every time we play, something legendary happens.

 

Today's highlights were Adam having a fit over "HOW THE FUCK DO YOU DRAW 'ACADEMY'?!", my hilarious drawing of cows in a field...

One of the words I got to draw was "TAILOR", so I wrote "LOL, SHE EATS POO." - a reference to Taylor - so Adam got it straight away.

 

He told me to print screen this:

 

 

I had to draw "SMILE" - so I drew a big scary Foxon-esque gadge in yellow.

Yellow is a HAPPY COLOUR.

 

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Before I went to bed, I had a faff on Photoshop and I made this white paint splatter background for my blog.

 

I would have had it as the background for the blog as well, not just the page - but there's a really ugly joining line where the plugins stop and the page background starts.

So I just have the empty black space there now.

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Dixie currently feels:

 Neutral

 

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Blog #86

Returning Home

 

 

 

Today has officially been my most boring day for about 3 years now.

Knowing I needed to have coursework done for tomorrow - I packed up my Playstation and my Wii.

 

I put Bully inside its box and put it right at the bottom of my hold-all.

I then proceeded to pack up all of my clothes and possessions - making it very difficult to obtain the game again without much aggravation.

 

I packed up everything except the clothes I needed today and my PC, which I left alone.

 

After I'd showered - I updated a few blogs, got dressed and ate lunch.

Then of course, I thought I'd try doing coursework.

 

But obviously - I couldn't.

I wouldn't let myself do anything else, so for a lot of the time, I was watching all my old favourited videos on YouTube and dragging files around in my documents folder.

 

I made them into a pattern at one point - I should have print-screened it.

 

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Mam and dad came for me at about half 7.

I'd packed up my computer about 5 minutes before.

 

Nana had annoyed me again throughout the day, so I didn't give her much of a goodbye.

I'm a cunt, I know.

 

Shelly had been on the phone to me for a lot of the day - she was helping me to organise my time.

She rang me back once I got home - I talked with her while I unpacked my stuff and put it all away again.

 

It was proper weird being back in my room after 3 weeks of not seeing it.

I'd almost forgotten what duvet cover was on my bed.

 

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Mam brought in the presents she'd got me from India.

 

They'd got me a shitload of Indian sweets to start with.

I'd asked for some before they went.

 

So I ended up with a massive bag of 1-rupee sweets, random mixtures of toffees, fruit chews and candies.

Some gummies similar to the Trolli gummy pizzas, only they were some Indian brand instead. (They tasted A LOT better than the Trolli ones too.)

Then they'd gotten me some chocolates which seemed to be the Indian equivilent of Smarties. These were so fucking good. They were that type of chocolate that feels gritty in your mouth, but it's well sweet.

 

In the resteraunts - mam told me - they gave you bowls of 'breath-freshening sweets' - and they'd bought me two bags of them. They're like TINY mint torpedos. (Which I'm REALLY not a fan of...)

 

Along with the confectionary goodness - they'd bought me a satchel with a pirate skull embroided on it. There's a slogan that says: "HELL WAS FULL. SO I AM BACK."

 

To go with the carved oraments and crafts they got me last time - I got a little wooden carving of Ganesha sitting in a  leaf, a mirror-studded ring box and an elephant carved from this stone that changes colour with moisture and heat. It goes from brown to red to green.

 

My favourite present was a T-shirt - a really detailed picture of the Grim Reaper smoking a cigarette and playing a guitar. :)

 

Mam texted me through the week at one point, asking if Ashleigh and Shelly would like a paper star.

She brought three back - a red and black one - which is mine - a pink and purple one and a red and gold one.

I'll let Ash and Shelly decide between themselves which one they'd like.

 

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I'm really stressed out though.

I managed to force myself to write a shitty paragraph of my first commentary.

It's about 160 words - the whole thing needs to be about 500.

 

I have to go and see Mary tomorrow - and she's proper gonna rag my ear off.

She'll blag head to the max.

 

(Sorry, felt like being a chav for a sentence. :P)

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Dixie currently feels:

 Bored

 

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Blog #64

COLOURS & FOODS REVEAL ALL.

 

 

Okay, so there was REALLY no need in me being in college today.

After I'd sat around with Ashleigh for a while, I went up to 3rd floor - only to find Mary wasn't in, and the English lesson was cancelled, AGAIN.

 

So I retreat downstairs - take out my iPod and kill the battery with Solitaire.

Shelly appears around 20 minutes later - she's late for her Business Studies lesson - silly cow. She can never make it on time on Tuesdays. She has to leave me - so I sit and ponder for a while.

 

I know I have to make up some time - so I listen to Tool on repeat and write 3 pages of analysis to cut and stick into my sketchbook. I'm still quite behind - but that's only because I can't be arsed.

I managed to get these 3 pages done in 35 minutes, fuck's sake - it doesn't take THAT long.

 

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Ash comes and sits with me in her break before tutorial.

She sods off - only to come back about 5 minutes later because nobody was there.

YAY, BONUS HOUR WITH ASHLEIGH. :)

 

Shelly took about ten hours getting back downstairs - then we sat around with Lewis and Kayley, engaging in very innapropriate conversations about anal sex and the like. :)

Rofl, it's hilarious being the most informed on a table about a sexual matter.

 

Then I was testing Ash's knowledge of sexual terms. Kayley joined in after a while.

She knew what bukkakke was, but wasn't sure about felching - PMSL.

Then I learnt the true definition of rainbow kiss - which is one I'd always wondered about.

 

Then from there we had a discussion about tasting blood. From everywhere I've bled - my face, my fingers, my arms, my scars, my legs, my vagina - I've tasted them all.

Spot blood is the worst - it has sour pus in it.

 

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I bought a bacon and chicken baguette from Greggs - picked out all of the tomato, ate most of the lettuce, but when there was an overload of it, I started flicking it at Ash. :)

We had a change of scene, sat on the benches down the street to Captain Cook's square instead today.

 

Ash and I both indulged in the fine Space Raiders today.

Reccomended retail price - 25p, B&M price - 10p. :)

 

I like Space Raiders, but they give me chronic hiccups every time I swallow. And because I ate two bags of them, I had to feel the chicken and bacon baguette in my throat TWICE every time.

 

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LOL, Ash admitted today that she couldn't be arsed with Photography.

I caught her sneaking on Blogthings halfway through the lesson - so I joined her.

 

Shelly and I both did the "Are you gay?" test and the "How kinky are you?" test.

LOL, PRACTICALLY ALL OF OUR ANSWERS WERE THE SODDING SAME.

 

I actually did some work though - I cropped down the practice projection shots I'd done last week and faffed on with the levels a bit.

 

Then of course, I went back to Blogthings.

 

OH, THIS WAS CREEPY AS FUCK.

There was this test - "What do you think of your friends?"

There's colours and foods, and you write the name of the friend that first comes to mind.

ALL OF THE ANSWERS ARE PROPER TRUE.

 

I even saved them so I could put them on here. :)

 

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You truly love Adam.

You consider Shelly your true friend.

You know that Lewis is always thinking of you.

You'll remember Kayley for the rest of your life.

You secretly think Michaella is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.

You secretly think that Sammie is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker.

You secretly think that Ashleigh is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Ashleigh changes lovers faster than underwear.

You secretly think Miraan is shy and non-confrontational. And that Miraan has a hidden internet romance.

 

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I PROPER don't agree with the 2nd sentence about Miraan like!

LMFAO, AND I CERTAINLY DON'T AGREE WITH THE 2ND ONE ABOUT ASH!!!

 

I don't SECRETLY think them though - I DO think them.

 

..The weird thing is, there was a space for someone who reminds me of the colour white.

I didn't have anybody who reminded me of white, so I left it blank.

...It turned out, whoever reminded me of white would be my soulmate.

 

Does that mean I'll never have a soulmate - or does it mean I haven't found them yet?

 

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Lmao - I asked nana if she had any Vaseline.

I did originally plan to take it into college for my exam tomorrow. I was going to rub it under my eyes so I looked like I was crying.

 

...But in effect, I got a little too carried away with Shelly on the phone.

Jeeez, it's fucking great for anal, rofl.

I've used all of it as well - she only gave me a little 10g tub with a little bit left in it.

 

It turns out that Ash can't sleep over on the Friday night, but she can still come for the Saturday and the Saturday night, and she's agreed to stay later on the Sunday.

 

...ROFL, you know what that means for Shelly and I.

Aw, I'm such a whore. :)

 

Ahhh... Shower together, and sex in a cozy double bed - for as long as we like, as late as we like, as loud as we like!

This shall indeed be interesting. :)