Dirty @ MindSay

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College was pretty shit today. Neither Lewis, Shelly or Michaella were in, so I had a day all alone.
Both lessons were reasonable, if not just a little tedious. I spent my beasty break in the middle of the day in the LRC. I was updating old blogs and mooching around on Wikipedia to find something to amuse myself.

When I came home, I ate some cheesy hotdogs and opened the 3 packages that arrived today:
- Resident Evil: Outbreak
- Freak Out
- Galerians: Ash

Galerians was really dirty so I tried to clean it under the tap. It's got like a layer of greasy dirt on it that just doesn't seem to want to go away. I just hope it plays alright.

Saying that, today was a day I wasted away really. I didn't even turn my PS2 on.
For most of the night, I was just laid in bed talking to Shelly on the phone for several hours.
I hate days like this, I don't have bloody anything to talk about - and by the end of the week, I've forgotten anything. On top of that, I usually waste 5-8 hours doing absolute shite all. :(

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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.

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Dixie currently feels:

 Neutral

 

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Blog #77

RAW CARROTS 

 

 

I awoke at around half 7 to start with. I was later told that I had my arms around Shelly's neck and she had to wake me up to get me off her. :)

I went back to sleep - then grandad woke us up at around half 11.

 

The clocks went forward today - so I've had to faff on with my phone and everything else.

I still need to sort out my Wii and my DS. I'll have to do my Gamecube when I get home.

Thank fuck my PC sorts itself out.

 

I didn't get a Sunday lunch last week - so I was quite looking forward to today's.

Shelly was surprised by my nana's Sunday tradition - coming in with some meat on a fork for a taste. She's always done it, and as far as I'm guessing - she always will. :)

 

Rofl - Shelly eats about a half to a third of what I do - yet my nana gave her a 'Dixie-sized portion'.

In effect, she got more than me because I don't eat as many vegetables.

 

Shelly now thinks I'm even weirder because I hate cooked carrots - so I have a few raw slices on my Sunday lunch. Yes, even with gravy. I don't care if it sounds strange - it be what I like. :)

 

All day I had to put up with her randomly exclaiming:

"RAW CARROTS!"

 

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After lunch, I ate some Vienetta ice-cream, then went back to CTR.

Nana and Grandad were watching films all day - so we took advantage of being left alone.

 

It's so difficult to concentrate on time trials when someone has their fingers inside you. :)

I had to pause it eventually.

 

I discovered something else that does it for me: watching someone finger me in a mirror.

I don't look at my face - though when I did see, I look proper mental when I'm aroused. :)

 

I also discovered that with hands the size of mine - it's a pile of piss to fist someone.

I managed to get all four of my fingers AND my thumb inside Shelly - easily.

She managed four inside me - but she did make me bleed again - and it did hurt a little.

 

I panicked later - as I'd bled on the sheets.

I decided I would keep that a secret - as I was a bit too afraid to admit it to nana.

 

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Shelly left at around 9, I showered, washed my hair with the raspberry awesomeness - then continued on with CTR.

I got it completed. :)

I never thought I'd be able to get all of the shitty purple tokens - but the purple gem cup was a pile of piss.

 

You have to race all of the bosses at once, on all four boss tracks.

It's weird - the first boss was the hardest, and the final boss was the easiest, as he kept coming 5th.

 

So aye, I have another gold completion on my Backloggery. Another shiny 100% completion.

I wish all games said 100%. It would be very nice to see. :)

 

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