Dad @ MindSay

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For the majority of the day, I've not felt the best. I've been slightly lapsed for a while now - but Shelly did manage to cheer me up slightly. We played Canis Canem Edit together and Guitar Hero 5.
Shelly came at about 3 in the afternoon because she was spending the night after coming with us to Ian's Halloween party.
Mam had bought mini bags of Haribo Starmix for the brats who knock on the door and she said I couldn't have any - but I snaffled some when she wasn't looking. :P

Although the party was pretty good - I had a laugh with Christine, talked with Laura about film-making, talked with Mark about games - had a laugh with Lisa and her friend in the kitchen - drank a few bottles of iron brew WKD and cuddled up with Shelly on the sofa for a while - it was dad who had to go and ruin it.

And he didn't just ruin the party for me - he ruined the whole of tonight. He's SUCH a fucking ARSEHOLE.
He's starting to make me hate him again. A while back I disliked mam for being bitchy all the time, but she's settled down, she's just a knob when it suits her - but dad's a total fucking prick all the time.
And this is tripled, maybe even quadrupled when he's drunk.

He ALWAYS, without fail - will upset me when I'm drunk - but apparently he upset Christine as well - he upset Shelly by being a general arsehole, touching her up - and not just her, Lisa and Amy as well - and I know that mam wasn't best pleased with him either.

Not only this - but when we got home - Shelly and I were cuddled up on the floor and duvet pile together - some chavs had set fire to a car outside, so we had mam mooching about being generally nosey - all these fire engines and police cars going by at two in the morning with their lights and sirens going - then this inflamed car decided to start randomly EXPLODING. Shelly and I were just like SERIOUSLY WTF.

After this drama, we all settled down and tried to get back to what we were doing - dad decides to blunder about naked on the landing, throwing up all over the carpet and the suitcase by the ottoman. So he's being noisy, as well as flashing everything to Shelly who was unfortunate enough to catch a glimpse when she was going to the toilet.
And as a result of him throwing up everywhere - he kept mam awake as well as us - he was pissing about mopping everywhere up with toilet roll for about 45 minutes - then there was the racket of mam getting the mop bucket out.

It was like the first time in ages I was in a reasonable mood, I wasn't TOO depressed - thus rendering my sex drive reasonably okay - and he just had to go and turn me RIGHT off. Vomit is one of my phobias, for a start - but I couldn't feel at all comfortable knowing he was falling about like a twat on the landing outside the door and mam was dragged away to clean up after him.
I felt really sorry for her actually - I'm just glad she didn't have work on Sunday and dad did - ha, the twat, that'll fucking teach him.

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Party photos:



Me, as an evil deranged jester - and Ian as The Crow. :D



Shelly and I. :D



Mam, myself, Shelly and dad - as Yoda. :S



Amy, Dan, Ian, Mark and Laura. :D



Christine and Roger. :D

Got an email from an Alex Hodge yesterday morning. He said he knew I was Ken's daughter and Tracy's sister and that he'd been looking for me and Tracy for 7 years. Said his mom was Ann Hodge and she and my dad dated before my mom and my dad did. And he's Ken's son. My first instinct--like yours--might be to scream "STALKER!" and block him from every method of contact. However, my dad was well-known for his womanizing ways. So I called my mom and asked if it were possible, and as soon as I said, "Could Alex be my--" she stopped me and said "I ALWAYS SUSPECTED!" I went online, looked at his pictures. He's a fucking spitting image of my dad at 19. Like, if I didn't know better, I would have thought I was looking at a picture of my dad.

Talked to him on my lunch yesterday. He's very smart. Super excited to meet me and Tracy. Tracy's all over an LA trip soon. As much as I don't want to give up any hours or leave Grass Valley (ok, mostly I don't want to leave Jake), I really think Tracy and I should meet Alex together. He didn't know that my dad had died until he talked to Tracy. I just...cannot fathom. He's known about me and Tracy since he was 5. He's been looking for us for the past 7 years. I assumed that the 7 years correlated to when my dad died (he died in December of 2001, and I figured maybe Alex didn't know until a few months later), but no. he just got old enough to wonder who his family was. I guess that makes me pretty lucky. The only reason I found out about my dad dying--and thus meeting Tracy--was because my mom filed for child support. CPS contacted us to let us know we qualified for Social Security payout for survivors. But because Alex's mom never filed for child support, Alex wasn't in the system as Ken's son, and nobody knew to contact him or his mother. Tracy only found out about me when CPS contacted her for a copy of the death certificate. And she jumped on contacting me.

You know, I've always joked that I'm probably related to half the blonde-haired, blue-eyed kids in my county. Totally different when you find out you actually are related to one of them. I'm a little mind-blown.

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In Photography today we got to go into the newly-finished darkroom.
It's actually 3 rooms that are all connected by these weird but mint rotating doors. From the front, they look like torture chambers or experimental pods. You step inside them and rotate the plastic door around until the gap to the next room is in view. :)
Shelly and Michelle hated them, but I thought they were epic.

The first room is light, it actually has white light, so you can see everything. The middle room is lit with a red light - which is cool, and the last room is about the size of a cupboard and it's pitch black. Seriously, you'd have the same amount of vision if you kept your eyes closed.
Shelly and Michelle are scared of the dark, so I took great pleasure in jumping out at them when they were coming in and out of the rotating doors.

For the lesson we were given some pinhole cameras, which we had to load with the photographic paper in the darkroom, then go outside and use them to take photos.
They're a bit strange. My first photo was overexposed, my second was a bit blurred - but my third one was epic. You come out with a negative and they're only in black and white - but they're still pretty cool.

I was telling Anne Marie about it in Film Studies. I told her I had a headache because of all the going in and out of the darkroom and going from dark to bright so many times. She seemed interested - and I showed her my negatives at the end of the lesson. I think I'm starting to like her a bit more. With new people and strangers, it does take me a while - but sometimes I'll end up getting there with them. :P

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When I got home, I had 5 parcels waiting for me - 4 jiffy bags and a beasty cardboard box.
The box naturally, was my GH: Rocks The 80s and my sexy new cherry SG controller.
The jiffy bags contained Guitar Hero, Guitar Hero II, Evil Dead and Silent Hill 2.

I was surprised by the SH2 - they've sold me a limited edition one for £8.
Normally the double-disc games go for £25-£40. Epic. :D

I went with mam and dad to Whitby and we had fish and chips.
Well, they did - I had chicken nuggets and chips. They were well nice. We ate them sat in the car in a random car park by the docks.
It was strange, I talked to them both a lot more than I normally would - and they actually seemed minorly interested. Good, yes?

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Despite Wednesday clearly being the best timetabled college day, it made no difference to my shitty mood.
Now, it's very easy to tell when I don't like someone. I notice it myself, and other people have told me they've noticed when I've been introduced to someone new and I clearly didn't show like for them.
 
I'm just wondering, did the new Media/Film tutor notice it too?
Because Sarah apparently teaches too many hours, now we've been assigned a new tutor for her lessons on Wednesdays, so instead of getting a double does of Sarah, I'm stuck with this dyke on a stick for three hours.
Not that I can talk, but for Christ's sake, I'M not a stereotype.
 
Either way, I don't like strangers. I think I made my point loud and clear.
I especially don't like strangers who treat me like a fucking dunce. I got one of the highest marks - does she not look at the registers and realise these things? Lewis too, yet we were all being treated like that. Oh, how it enraged me.
 
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I had an odd burst of hyperness in Photography though.
All was very weird. We were doing an assignment where we were instructed to take close-up images of single objects that supposedly had some sort of iconic representation.
 
I'd brought in a bag of stuff from my epic top drawer in the purple cabinet. Where I keep all of my practical joke implements, toy soldiers and generally pointless yet cool things.
I went with the theme of "Boys Toys" and took photos of Mexican jumping beans, fake spiders, water pistols, cap guns, Beyblades and toy soldiers:
 









 
I think they're reasonable, but because of the high exposure to the light, due to me taking them next to the window, a lot of the ones I took went out of focus and blurred.
 
Hayley was taking photos of the one thing she'd brought - a box of strawberries.
She'd discarded the ones that had been on the benches in the art rooms, so I picked one up and played with it for a while - namely dropping it into Michelle's hood and generally annoying her. It amused me, at least.
 
And lmfao - here's an epic photo of Michelle being rather strange:
 

 
After the lesson, the strawberry met its demise when I dropped it at the bottom of the stairs and jumped on it. It was fairly amusing, but rendered my epic shoes with sticky red goo all up the side of them. I shall have to attend to that later.
 
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When I got home, I attened to my usual menial tasks of checking e-mails, sorting FarmVille, emptying my college backpack and cleaning my room.
Seriously, it's tidy when I go to sleep, when I wake up - there's stuff everywhere. It wouldn't surprise me if I was a sleepwalker.
 
Dad made me some homemade chips and meatballs - which were fucking epic.
I was on the phone to Shelly at the time, and dad was faffing about with his Amio - so I went to the landing and shouted over the bannister: "OI, YOU BETTER NOT BURN MY MEATBALLS!!" - and Shelly absolutley pissed herself for like 10 minutes.
 
I suppose it was a similar scenario to Adam and I with the: "I DON'T LIKE PIE!" :)
 
When mam came back, I got off the phone to Shelly, giggling to myself because we both knew why I had to go so suddenly.
Then came the second night this week of the Desparate Housewives marathon. Oh, it's getting proper weird now. It's so fucked the amount of characters they've killed off.
I love it, but there's some characters that are absolute cunts, so sometimes I get really angry about it. Grrr.
 
And it's weird, mam and I share the same judgement about it - we say that "this one will be the last" - and then we end up saying it again like 3 hours later. :)
At least mam lets me pause it while I go for a piss.
 
I usually say: "Maaaaam.. Pause it..." - she asks why - "Because I need to peeeeeeeeeeeee..."


 

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Summer Accomplishments:

- COMPLETED AND TOTALLY MASTERED FINAL FANTASY VII!

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I was supposed to be going to Ash's today, but as it was Jordan's 18th birthday party last night, Ash assumed everyone would be too hungover to cope with me - so she came here instead.
After last night, I wasn't actually hungover, I was just really tired. I didn't even feel sick or have a headache.

I amused Ash by letting her read the blog I wrote last night. Seriously, you have to fucking decode it. :)
Basically it's just saying I went to nana's 50th wedding anniversary party at the Eston Labour Club, mam's cousin Yan got up on the stage and sang, I was talking to an old work colleague of grandad's about bands and motorbikes and I drank 3 pints of cider and got tipsy with my dad.

It's actually not that badly written, I just seemed to have mashed the keyboard instead of actually pressing the buttons.
So I shall post the photos I mentioned here - while we're on the topic:



Lyndsey, taking photos - as she was doing ALL night. :/



Nana and grandad. :)



Their cake - the little icing people bear odd resemblences. :)



My eyes are super-widened here. The gadge I was talking to is the one sat behind me.



Me and daddy. :)

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Either way - Ash wanted to complete something today, with her as witness.
So I gave her the to-be-completed wallet and told her to choose.
After we established that there was only about 3 games I could have actually finished in the time we had, she chose Final Fantasy VII.

I told her that she'd have to hang about for an hour or two while I finished mastering all of my materia crystals - but she didn't seem to mind.
So we drank Pepsi, ate pizza and crisps while Ash played flash games and we both watched flash movies - I basically wandered about in The Crater, holding down circle so my characters would automatically attack at the start of each battle.

When I'd gotten all of this done, and Ash had showed me the Awesome Series on Newgrounds - which are fairly amusing. The FF7 one itself is funny too - I re-entered The Crater, Ash came and sat beside me and I ventured to the centre.
It was irritating though - now I wasn't blundering about LOOKING for fights - shitloads were coming at me. Did my head in, it did.

Bloody Safer Sephiroth killed me the first time, because I was trying to avoid using Knights Of The Round - and for some reason, the Final Attack-Revive combination wouldn't work for this one time. I think Tifa was silenced or some varying reasons.
Neither Ash or myself was amused by the Super Nova attack that Safer Sephiroth has. It takes 3 times longer than KOTR - so you're sat watching this 2 minute animation, thinking you're about to get triple 9999 damage, but no - it leaves you with about 1000 HP and 3 fully charged limit breaks. Very pointless.

I felt my efforts of completing this with Ash were a bit wasted - she didn't fully understand what was going on in the ending. I'd explained the main background of the story to her - but still. I should have completed it with Adam.
Oh well, next time Adam is round - I'll show him the bosses and the ending, if he wants to see them.