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Legendary Mood For NO REASON.
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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Dixie currently feels:
Neutral
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Blog #52
Fucked Friday
Dad took me into college really early on today.
I shot up the stairs - I do believe I've broken my best time of ground-to-fourth.
I spent about 20 minutes sat around on the fourth floor, playing Solitaire.
I've passed the 100 plays mark - and I'm nearly at 200 wins. I'm getting a lot of streaks lately, it's proper weird.
Ash and Shelly came up a few minutes before the lesson - we hugged each other.
Shelly could be moving away - today could be the last day we spend with her at college. Hopefully she's coming tomorrow though - but that could end up being our last Saturday together...
Photography was absolute WANK.
The whole lesson was spent doing sketchbook work.
It's so time consuming. You can spend fucking ages on it and look like you've done absolutley fuck all.
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The Friday town excursion went well - but I really overdosed on sugar.
I ate a stupid amount of chocolate - then drank a stupid amount of Pepsi and Coke.
Ash and I went halves on some Dinky Doughnuts.
We bought a bag of 12 and some chocolate dip.
I had it balanced on my shoe - so Ash kept dripping it all over my Rocketdogs. Lmfao, it was a given.
As Ash claimed, what we were eating was indeed: "DIABETES IN A BAG."
Very true - but fucking nectar. :)
I was hyper off my tits shortly afterwards - but seemingly, not as bad as Shelly was. :P
There was a fat pigeon wandering around the pavement - she decided to name it after herself. So it became "the Shelly pigeon".
Then it wandered underneath Ash's wheelchair and got its head stuck between her spokes. Lmfao. :)
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Mary woke me up this morning - proper ringing me up at 8 in the morning.
The lesson was cancelled yesterday, so she was telling me that it's on today.
As soon as she mentioned "coming in to arrange a date to talk to her about coursework" - MY PHONE LOST ITS SIGNAL.
I shuffled into the B block lesson and instantly whimpered at her: "EEEEEER MAAAAAARY, I DIDN'T HANG UP ON YOOOOOU... MY PHONE LOST ITS SIGNAAAAAAL..."
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I've had Toy Boy stuck in my head all day.
I came home and downloaded it - listened to it on loop for a while.
Then I sorted out my images folder.
Deleted all of this old shite I found from 2006/2007.
Mainly shitty memories of Emily - heh. Now they're gone from my PC forever.
I was on the phone to Shelly for about 3 hours.
I proper couldn't be arsed doing anything - even playing Ocarina - so I just laid on my bed talking with her.
Then we masturbated together. She said she's going to do something nice for me tomorrow, in case its her last chance to. We've planned for her to come an hour or so before Ash comes.
Hee hee, whores be excited nao.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Doughnut_Day
http://theguide.latimes.com/profiles/15/lists/168360
Unfortunately, the L.A. Times article only identifies great donut places in the L.A. area. I've been to Fritelli's in Beverly Hills if some of you remember. I haven't really been to the other ones, even though I've meant to. That is ok, because Fritelli's is #1 on their list.
I am not going to go a whole two miles out of my way to Beverly Hills today but I may grab some donuts on the way home.
I recently returned from a near heart attack-inducing trip to the local branch of a nationwide discount store. I took my three doughnuts (I hate it when it’s spelled DONUT), pack of hot dogs, and two boxes of corn muffin mix to an express lane (20 items or less). I was the second person in line, so I figured I would breeze on through and be out in just a few minutes. I should have known. I should have known! When has anything ever been as simple as that?
Apparently the woman in front of me was a teacher because she was buying school supplies in bulk. In fact, a couple of people passed by and recognized her as such. She thought she was being slick by putting 20 composition books and 60 folders into two boxes, but they each had to be rung up separately, so that constituted 80 items, not two. Then there were all the pens and pencils, and pads. Even without the two boxes there were over 20 items. 20 items or less means just that. It can be 20 pencils or 20 TV sets, but 20 items means 20 items…and I know that if I had gone into the line with 21 items, they’d have sent me elsewhere.
I realize that a lot of teachers have to pay for their own classroom supplies—that in itself is reprehensible, given the exorbitant sums of money our state and local governments extort from us in the name of education—and I can certainly appreciate the sacrifice. But 20 items means 20 items!
Finally ready to pay, the lady pulled five gift cards out of her purse. Naturally only two of them scanned. The hapless soul running the register was utterly baffled, scanning each card innumerable times before it finally dawned on her to call a superior, who eventually arrived and proved to be anything but.
We were approaching the 15-minute mark at that point, but all of the other checkout lines were so full with other shoppers smart enough to avoid my line that I figured if I stepped to the back of another line, the problem with the gift cards would be miraculously solved, people would flock to that line, and I would be up the creek.
At the 20-minute mark, the cashier said to me, “Sir, would you mind going to another line? We’re having a problem here.”
No kidding. And yes, I do mind. Expletives deleted. I did say loud enough for any and everybody to hear, “This is ridiculous,” and went grudgingly to another line.
I could feel my face flush. My nostrils flared, I was breathing rapidly, and my heart was pounding in my chest. I stepped to the other line, holding my wares and staring at the floor. Pain shot through my left arm and…what was that in front of me?
My eyes drifted forward to a great pair of legs. Hmmmm. Interesting. I looked up to see who they belonged to and found the most adorable hourglass standing in front of me; long blonde hair and a pair of shorts and a tank top that were…revealing…yeah, that’s it. That 80 items or less line was soon forgotten, and I settled in to enjoy the view.
I finally got up the nerve to speak and said, “They sure like to take their sweet time, don’t they?” The guy turned around and agreed.
The paramedics checked me out and gave me a clean bill of health. I hadn’t had a heart attack, but I’d given my head a heck of a whack when I passed out into the shopping cart behind me. I called the wife and apologized.
I finally made it out to my vehicle with my corn meal, hot dogs, health, and very little pride. I’d abandoned the DONUTS at the register once the chocolate began to melt.
I went home and prepared some of Rachael Ray’s 30 Minute Meals oven-baked corn dogs for lunch.
Why was I not surprised that they turned out lousy?
© 2007 by J.D. Lewis
I dedicate this post to Bettie. Watching the doughnuts rise and the whole process is fun & hypnotic.
"Open the mouth and past the gums; watch out stomach(thighs) here it comes."
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