Dinner @ MindSay

Does anyone else absolutely love that cartoon about the owl family that's all about classical music but the one baby comes out singing some ridiculous song? I do. Like a lot. It's one of the few cartoon plots I actually remember well from when I was little.

I was going to title this blog Owl City, but then I wrote Owl Jolson and I decided to talk about that cartoon. Every time I am in this library I feel like someone is going to come up behind me and tell me I have to leave because I'm not doing schoolwork, but this is college and shit doesn't work like that anymore. i also think about getting on neopets but then I know I would never go to class and i can do that at home.

Speaking of home, I wonder whats for dinner? I've had Pepsi and sunflower seeds today, that's all. I'm going to be ridiculously tired when drawing comes around, but we start drawing with pen today! mmmmmm. I love pen. Pen and ink is better, but ink pen is fine.

I've actually been painting a little bit lately and that's nice. Right now I just have backgrounds and stuff down but that's ok. I made my sister a painting for her birthday and that kind of got me on a roll, so yeah. I need to price my stuff so that I can take it to stockbridge with Maddi soon. I wanted to go to the broadway show on friday, but I have no money. :[


I should probably go to class now.

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Despite having no major events happen today that would normally have upset me, the mood from last week carried on over. I felt okay yesterday because I had company - but today I had no distractions, other than my PS2.

I took it along again with me and spent most of the day playing Guitar Hero II and Parappa The Rapper 2. Some of the levels are going to be ridicuously hard to get COOL ranking.

I went over to Costcutters with grandad to buy horseradish sauce and instant mashed potatoes. I said to nana I'd have gone by myself, but grandad was insistent that he came too.
There was a mob of baby chavs outside, setting up "penny for the guy" dolls. It's fucking October!
"Penny for Halloween" would make more sense, but even so - they're just dirty scrounging fuckers.

There was more polony sausage for tea today. Nana hasn't got any for a while. It was so yum. :)
And she'd made fairy cakes and lemon sponge cake - boy was it fucking nectar. :D

Oooh, and she's gotten an e-mail from Play.com - apparently Abigail II: The Revenge has been shipped and I should be getting it pretty soon. Excited like. :D

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The only glaring bad things about today was what occurred with my mam at about 12AM and the fact I ate WAY too much at nana's and rendered myself with an upset stomach.
 
Mam and dad were both on early starts, so I went there at about 9:30. I hovered about in the kitchen for a while, talking to nana and grandad, then I directed their attention to Play.com.
They'd been asking me what I wanted for my birthday and I'd had the idea when I was in the car of them getting me a CD and a game from there. Nana is a bit funny about inputting her details onto online stores, but grandad doesn't seem to be arsed - after all, he's a teleshopping addict and the possibilities of theft are the same, thereabouts.
 
So after I'd reassured nana it was safe - the amount of stuff I've been ordering with mam's Egg card recently proving it - I made them an account, saying they could use it if anyone else wanted DVDs or games for Christmas presents, for instance.
 
Shelly was going to order Abigail II: The Revenge for me, but apparently it's been out of stock for ages and if she had, I wouldn't have gotten it in time for this weekend, so. Either way, I ordered it for myself with grandad's card. It's still out of stock, so I'll just get it when it comes. I can wait.
They always spend £20 on everyone, so with the £12 I had left, I got Final Fantasy VII: Dirge Of Cerberus. It was one game on my wishlist that stuck in my mind of being £12. :)
 
After I'd sorted this, I was nominated to sort out their "Solitaire saving problem" - which just looked to be a saved game that wouldn't go away. I did what I could.
 
When I was leaving the bedroom to go back into the living room, grandad took my hand and slipped me £30. I was confused as to why - then he said it's because they apparently give out more for 18th and 21st birthdays. Can't be bad. I thanked him and put it in my pocket. I'm going to save it. My birthday money, I'll halve it - spend half on games and keep the other half in case there's anything I need it for.
 
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Nana didn't have any green beans this week, so I had peas instead.
I can't decide if I like peas or not. They have a proper bodged flavour. I can tolerate them, but I wouldn't say they're proper nectar, like green beans are.
 
Ash hates peas, Shelly loves them and I can tolerate them. Ah, another thing we all share a different opinion on.
 
After we'd eaten, nana and grandad sort of took it in turns to play Solitaire. They'd swap around every hour or so - nana would clean and grandad would watch the football while the other played.
I was laid on the bed continuing with Super Paper Mario.
 
I finished off chapter 7 - which wasn't as daunting as a task as I'd first predicted.
What a fucking weird twist though! I'm glad like, Luvbi was a right slag. :)
 
I think after 10 hours of gameplay, I've actually developed a small liking for this game. I'm still not rating it 4-star-excellent on my Backloggery, but it's risen from a 2-star-decent to a 3-star-good.
I got annoyed with it when I was at the 78th level in the Pit Of 100 Trials and I got killed by some bastard shadow monster. I had no sodding mushroom shakes left and I was miles away from the next level, so the fuckers ended up killing me and I wasted like an hour of my life in that hole.
 
Sigh, that happened all too often in Paper Mario: TTYD too.
 
So I swapped to Spyro: Enter The Dragonfly.
I really expected it to be shit - as all the new Crash and Spyro games after the PS1 era got sucky, but it's surprisingly decent.
 
Saying that, it's technically Spyro 4. Crash 4 was good too - but after the 4th one, it started getting shite. (Not counting the spin-off games like CTR and Crash Bash, of course.)
 
Some of the dialogue is fucking weird.
Nana thought the pigs on the island level were amusing - and we were both like WTF at the tiki idols who do the drumming and sing in their weird tiki talk. Funny at first, but then it got very vexing.
 
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Nana went mental with the tea today though.
Along with the usual sausages, crackers, cheese and cakes - she did a 9" pepperoni pizza as well.
So I had a slice of that along with my usual stuff, but maybe I drank too much apple juice.
 
I was okay until about 10PM when I got home. Then I got the growly stomach and realised I had an upset stomach. So this led me to take the gut-dehydrating tablets to make a natural cork up my arse. :)
 
I took a shower, straightened my room - then I played a few gigs on Guitar Hero: Greatest Hits.
I did a few songs on vocals, mainly the newer ones that I've recently learned. Electric Eye and Beast & The Harlot, for two. :D
 
Then I switched to bass. I played it on medium so I could finish those songs that don't have scores. I was surprised at myself, I only cocked up one song, and that was via an overstrumming accident.
How I like the shiny 100% stars.
 
Mam was in my room later on, insisting she make an account on Twitter so that she can follow Eddie Izzard.
She just didn't seem to take it in when I said "Mam, I've never used Twitter, I NEVER WILL. I know NOTHING." - she kept on asking me how she did things.
HOW THE HELL WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?! PRAY TELL!
 
This is where Dixie learnt two lessons:
 
1. Never set your MSN to show the last part of your last conversations.
2. Never ask mam to respond to someone on MSN for you.
 
I asked her to tell Shelly that she was on the PC, but our last conversation section was there - namely me expressing my distaste about being kicked off the PC and being spoken to like shit - via my exclamation of "Mam's a cunt" - thankfully, it didn't implicate either of our mams. So I danced around the point and said I didn't know if it was directed at her or Shelly's mam.
 
She was all high and mighty and was like: "MURR, WHY WOULD IT BE ABOUT ME?"
For a second, I felt like saying to her: "BECAUSE YOU ARE A CUNT SOMETIMES...??"
 
- But I didn't.
 
It was strange. As soon as mam started being all pissy, my stomach upset started up again. I got the burny bowels and the squeezy intestines and I needed to go and explode again. I wonder if it was rendered by my uncomfortable emotions. Thus leading my stomach to also become uncomfortable to mimic?

Okay, I don't mean to rag on Nick and my relationship when it was good, but I have to say this much: Jake has done in 3 weeks what Nick didn't do in 7 months; he met my mother last night. And to my great surprise and pleasure, she ADORED him. She came in and Jake was making dinner and her daughter (me) was home and the house was clean-ish. He walked right up to her, piercings and mohawk in all their glory, shook her hand and introduced himself. She was like putty! It was actually kind of funny to watch. I didn't have to say a whole lot the whole evening, which was nice because I was vascillating between euphoria that it was going well and terror that a topic of debate would come up (mom's pretty conservative, i'm relatively mid-lining, and jake's pretty liberal) or he'd slip up and mention weed or something and it would all go to hell. But it didn't. It all just went beautifully. By the end of dinner, my mom was almost buttering up to him instead of the other way around. He started rinsing off dishes, and she was like "You know, the cook isn't supposed to do the dishes." Which is not AT ALL her rule. Her rule is you mess it up, you clean it up. End of story. She even said she expected to see him back over sometime soon. I was floored.

 

By the way, Jake's the one cowering in the left. Zac's got the bat.

Last night, after some time wandering around town (Mayotown does this thing downtown every Thursday during the summer, with bands and food vendors), Santas, Swedewolf, Skee and I went to Olive Garden.

Skee is the director, Swedewolf is the stage manager, and Santas is one of the actresses for a small show that's currently running for three weeks two towns away from mine. Were I not doing Camp, I would probably be part of this one - for some curious reason, directors get a kick out of casting the three of us sisters together. But, you can imagine what it's like to go out with three people who are all part of the same show.

They just keep building on each other.

This ended up being a fine illustration to me of the ways that we shift our personalities depending on who we're with. With Santas, I'm me. Some sort of blending of the goofy, supporting-role, let's-play me. With Swedewolf, I'm me. Some sort of blending of the smart, sweet, and straightforward bits of me. With both of them, I can't be either one of those properly, so I sort of turn quiet and just listen, just butting in when I feel like I'm being left out. It's weird.

I have concluded that if I do end up leaving this spring, I'm not going to have a farewell party. I don't really do parties well - there's too much stimulation and not enough connection. I like one-on-ones, or small groups.

There was an entertaining bit, because I was putting mine and Santas' meal on my card, and was throwing the tip on the receipt. Santas is watching over my shoulder. As stated, she's up on the others a bit from the theater-fun.
S:_*yank* "Where did you learn to add?!"
P: _*startled* "What?" _{(S is scrutinizing)}
S: _{*hands receipt back sheepishly, pats me on the shoulder.*} "You were taught very well."

I will say a few words of praise about Swedewolf's voice: I love it. Swedewolf is something in the ballpark of 6'2, and it seems that all that extra chest space is used for his voice to resonate. He's very much a bass. First thing in the morning is great, because he's even lower than usual. The first time I ever heard him sing, actually sing by himself onstage (admittedly, it was for a very silly theater show), I pretty much fell in love with his voice. Would I date Swedewolf? No. But oh, I love his voice.

So, that being said...

One of the girls was giving him a back rub later. When Swedewolf is happy and relaxed, he gets shorter. You would think that compressing the space in his chest would make his voice go higher, but it in fact drops. To, I commented after his response to a question, a subsonic level. You know that he said something, you might have even caught syllables, but you really don't know what. Swedewolf has dropped his voice beyond the range of human hearing.
Skee grins, "Well, that just means that when he's really happy, he can only communicate with elephants."
Swedewolf raises his pitch about an octave and a half, so that it's at the very bottom of our female hearing, and rumbles, "Dumbo is my homeboy."
I just about fell off the couch laughing.