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I didn't even want to see Shelly and Ashleigh today.
I told Shelly this last night, but she half-persuaded me to see them. She said if I was depressed and lonely, I'd only get worse. I did say to her that sometimes I lapse further even when I'm with people I like.

Although for the majority of the day, I've been wearing my mask - I've felt shit inside.
Shelly came at fucking nine in the morning - waking me and my mother up in the process. She laid in bed with me while I tried to wake up properly. She did try it on with me - but I was far from in the mood.
A few hours later she did persuade me, but I didn't enjoy it. It made me feel worse. I shouldn't ever let her when I feel that fucking shit.

Mam went off to ASDA, after she'd asked me to make her a list - but THIS was after she'd had a big fuck off go at me for barely anything. All I did was say that dad was a knob - which he fucking is, and she even agrees with me 99.99% of the fucking time - but nooo, the 0.01% of the time she doesn't agree with me was today - and she decided to have a rant at me about fucking nothing.
At the time, I was holding one of my zebra grip pens - the same ones I've used to cut myself in exams and when I punched Ash - by snapping off the metal clip, exposing the sharp join to the plastic - so on my way back upstairs, I did two vertical slices down my left arm.
I managed to keep my tears back - Shelly held me in her arms while I tried to calm down. I did write the list, but I didn't want to face the cunt again so I sent her down with it.

Ash came at half 12 and we played Guitar Hero 5.
Mam was gone for fucking hours, so we got to play on the drums without being ranted at. I managed to get a few diamond ranks on the challenges. Expert + is ever so fun.
Then we swapped to GH: Greatest Hits - Ash wanted to go on drums, so Shelly stayed on guitar and I went on vocals. We each picked two songs - Shelly picked Electric Eye and Bark At The Moon, Ash picked Heart-Shaped Box and Beast And The Harlot and I picked Caught In A Mosh and Play With Me - and only one of those six songs is of a moderate difficulty - the other five are all well high in the setlist.
I do know the majority of the songs on GH:GH though - and the ones I don't know, I could take a good guess at.

When mam came back, we expected her to have a rant at Ash - but instead, she came bearing the top hat that Mally had said he'd lend me for Spieluhr and a MUSIC BOX. :D
Well, it's a jewellery box, but it does have a winding key and a spinning figure inside. Well... It DID have - but it's broken off. The tripod inside does still spin - so using a piece of putty rubber, I've fixed the little cat off my old charm necklace to it - and it makes a pretty cool replacement.
The box made me feel all nostalgic though - I remembered playing with it when I was little. :/

Ash of course, just HAD to try on the top hat:



Shelly and I ate some hot dogs - Ash declined them, as she was set to be having a big meal when she went home.
We must've spent like an hour deciding on what we were going to do. Seriously, we ought to plan Saturdays in fucking advance, we must waste at least 1/6 of the day pondering what we're going to fucking do.
I showed Ash one of my ideas for an RCP video - via the screening of Sally's First Movie - a badly animated video I made when I was like 15. I was ever so surprised when both Ash and Shelly were amused by it.
Following this, I let them have the run of my condemned files on Mr. Maxtor - I let them watch some random videos of me at this tender age. Sigh. Shelly said I was cute. I fucking wasn't, I was the biggest cunt ever at 15.
I'm not a cunt now, I'm just a twat. I seem to have improved.

Eventually - we decided on Evil Dead: A Fistful Of Boomstick.
It was so cool - Shelly and I were cuddled up under my duvet and Ash was sat on the end of the bed. I'm glad they both don't mind watching me play games, for I am one of these people who enjoys being watched. Ash and I were in fits at the orgasmic secretary - the one who sounds proper pleasured every time she exclaims the character's name.

"OH ASH... SAY SOMETHING HEROIC!"

I've now finished off the second level and I've saved it around halfway through the third one.
Shelly fell asleep on me at one point - and I could only put up with her snoring for 10 minutes before we made her wake up.
Of course, I also felt obliged to show them both some hilarious FMV movies from Leisure Suit Larry. Shelly was more amused than Ash - but I think they were both generally disturbed by the Harriet X Twiggy scene. :)

Ash sodded off at seven, so Shelly and I got some time alone again.
Shelly loves me - she's done that what she said she hates doing - and I fucking love it. I can't wait till after Christmas, then I'll join her in doing it also.
For tea, I made us chicken fingers and spaghetti. I had a random craving for them so I put them on mam's shopping list. I ate my spaghetti cold with three slices of bread, Shelly's was warm and she had two slices.

At 9:20, I went downstairs with Shelly and watched I'm A Celebrity with mam and dad. Today's episode was fucking hilarious like. I didn't realise watching someone force down fish eyeballs and bork several times could be so damn funny. Mam took her home afterwards.

I wanted to fucking do our RCP introductory video today as well. They both fucking knew I did - but NOOOO...

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I had a rethink about The Overseer costume. I've had a brainwave.
Who else wears a top hat and a suit jacket? Instead of wearing sunglasses, why not wear corpse paint like King Diamond? :)



I actually do think it would look pretty mint. Shelly agreed with me when she rang me.
Why she fucking rang me, I don't know - has she not spent enough time with me today, Christ's sake. Can I not have a fucking moment of peace.

With that being said, it wasn't just Shelly being annoying - we had Adam, ranting ten to the dozen about Matty - and we all know I don't give two flying fucks about him - so I danced around the point, only answering the comments I wanted to. Adam didn't bother me that much though - he didn't fucking upset me like Lewis did.
Problem with him is though, he doesn't fucking realise when he's actually upsetting me. I NEVER want to fucking discuss university, UCAS or anything fucking related - so when he's on a fucking rant about it, I'm obviously not going to be happy about it.
Then the fucking arsehole has the nerve to tell me to grow up and he doesn't understand my problems. Well who the fuck cares? I don't want him to fucking understand - did I tell him to? Did I say I wanted him to? He doesn't fucking NEED TO. And when I'm answering someone with ONE WORD ANSWERS, that clearly fucking means I don't want to talk about whatever they're discussing.
And from fucking university to then talking about the bastard film sequence - WHICH HE KNOWS I don't want to assemble or even THINK about - so that got me even more upset.

I'm fucking lapsed out to fuck at the moment - I have been for the past few days, since around fucking Thursday. There's only one thing that can lift me from it, and it's not going to happen - so I'm soon to abandon all hopes of ever getting out of this one easily.

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Today is my daddy's birthday. I wrote him a card and bought him an indie-rock compilation CD. It has bands like: The Fratellis, Kaiser Chiefs and Klaxons - bands that I know he likes to listen to when he's driving.
 
I've gotten sick of getting to the bus stop stupidly early and having to stand about - so I've set my alarm for 15 minutes later. It only takes me 5-10 minutes to get ready, if that, because I usually have everything laid out ready for me needing it the next day. My plan has worked, and today I was only stood about waiting for 5 minutes or so. It gives me a margin so I'm not waiting forever, and I have a low risk of missing it entirely. Mmmmyes, I am a logical and resourceful downright genius. :P
 
Media Studies today was a "coursework research" lesson.
In effect, for the entire thing I was just mooching around on Wikipedia for inspiration. I know WHAT I'm going to do, I just need a band to do it about. An essay either about a music video and how the conventions are used, or a big analysis of their song lyrics. My production will be a music video, if I do it well enough. If I end up fucking it up, I have a print option as a back-up plan.
 
Only problem is finding a damned band.
I want it to be one I like - Rammstein, King Diamond, Metallica, Silverstein - I'm going down that route. I just need them to have released an album in the last 3-5 years (and Rammstein is just starting to push that with 2005's Rosenrot, if next year 2010 counts) - whereas the music video looks like it can be made to a song of any year, it just needs to be 5 minutes or less, it can't be over.
That rules out Precious Jerusalem. Not that I'd know what the hell to do for the video like. :)
 
Metallica's lyrics are a bit dark... Rammstein's are really complex or about really obscure subjects... Silverstein's are all emo and suicidal... King Diamond is just downright fucked up... This looks like it shall be rather difficult...
 
(I seem to be saying "downright" a downright lot in this blog. :P)
 
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English was reasonable. It opened oddly - Angela sort of suggested I sit with Jack, and he's a fucking arse - so I just shook my head and said NO. It caused a weird reaction. :)
As a starter piece, Angela had us drawing GINGERBREAD MEN HOLDING BALLOONS.
Then we proceeded to write key words IN the balloons. I felt sad so I made my gingerbread man sad too. I drew him an icing sad face with a tear on his cheek.
It was an okay lesson, it just made me sad because we were thinking back to our childhood, the games we played and such. 5-6 were sad years for me. 5-15 as a whole were pretty wank, to be honest.
 
I met up with Shelly during the lunch break and I ate a bag of Mexican chilli McCoys and a big Aero bar. I felt really shitty so I was sat at the table tearing the Aero wrapper into tiny pieces. The caretaker gave me a weird look, but I assured him I'd dispose of it when I was finished.
Shelly could see I was sad, so she tried to cuddle me, but it didn't make me feel much better. We were discussing people and events that depress me, so it was obvious she couldn't.
I was proper thirsty too, because I'd forgotten my bottle of water.
 
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Photography pissed me right off.
First off we had Shelly suddenly getting in a pissy mood herself - but this was likely due to Paul being a right arsehole. Michelle said he's looking for any excuse to kick Shelly off the course. He was a twat to her last year as well, but he's even worse now. Apparently she distracts me - no, if anything, I distract myself. And I distract her more than she distracts me.
 
The whole lesson was a "peer marking" session. Seriously fucking shit. We all had our icons work up on the walls (mine was on the whiteboard because I hadn't printed it) and we had to basically wander around the classroom with sheets of paper, writing comments, constructive criticism and giving them marks out of 10.
 
I was quite reserved when I marked Michelle's - because I quite like her. But I don't know the others in the group, and they're sort of twats to me. Oh, and they're strangers - I'm very rude to strangers I've noticed.
So my critique of theirs was a bit more harsh. Roxy's was okay, pretty close to Michelle's - but I was really harsh with Johnny's. He deserved it though, the prick. He gave me 4/10.
 
AT LEAST YOU COULD TELL WHAT MY FUCKING IMAGES WERE OF!
 
I MAY HAVE USED THE SAME OBJECT TWICE, BUT AT LEAST MY ARRANGEMENT WASN'T WANK! EVERYONE EVEN TOLD YOU IT WAS WANK.
 
AT LEAST I VARIED IN COLOUR! IT WASN'T ALL BLACK AND BROWN.
 
Capital letters rant over. :)
 
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When I got home, I played Guitar Hero: World Tour.
I was mainly getting scores for the new free DLC I'd never played. No wonder they give these songs away for free - they're ALL shit!
The only two decent free ones are Grave Of Opportunity and Electro Rock.
 
Then I attempted to give Guitar Hero 5 another try.
OH, THERE'S HOPE FOR IT NOW. :)
 
Yes, the career has merged so it's one for all of the instruments, instead of 4 separate ones... BUT.
There's a new feature - instrument challenges!
 
Each song has a different one, so one would be drums while another is bass, vocals, guitar or whole band.
They're things like 'hit 200 snare beats' for drums, 'whammy sustains for 1 minute' for guitar and the best one that I proper OWNED: 'hit 300 notes using only UP STRUMS' for bass.
I did it on Expert too. :P
 
I'm going through the career mainly on Expert bass, getting the scores, then switching to the other instruments for the challenges. There's even gigs where you can choose your own song - including DLC.
So I chose Jessie's Girl on Expert lead and scored 100%. I had to hit as many chords as I could, but there wasn't enough in the actual song to get the diamond rank. I'll have to try it again with something more complex.
 
I also like the fact that 100% FC gets you SIX STARS.
100%s are optional, but they earn you more stars and they're ever so sexy. You also can't tell what instrument and level you've done the song on - so you could have gone through the entire thing on Beginner and nobody would know.
But I'm making it fun for myself with Expert bass. It is really easy though, compared to Greatest Hits.  
 
Yes, the quickplay is a bit wank - it only shows one score instead of 5 for all the separate levels. The interface is still a bit shitty - and you can't give custom characters fucking beards!
I've been wondering for ages now why Ashley Darwin and Dudley Boone look so fucked - it's because they have BALD FACES.
I have my four custom characters set up as the band on-screen. They look so sexy together. I don't think I've ever seen it before. :)

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I was the first to wake up this morning.
We'd sort of arranged ourselves in a broken circle: Adam over by the TV, me and my airbed diagonally parallel, with Shelly on the sofa to my left and Ash on the sofa behind me.

Naturally, when I woke up, the first thing I saw were Ash's nostrils lmfao. She looks quite cute in her sleep - she doesn't look a great deal different, there's no weird face distortion like most people, squinty eyes and gaping jaws - nah, Ash looks pretty normal in that sense, but I was below her and her head was tilted, so I could proper see inside her nose. :)
I woke Adam and Ash up - but Shelly was more of a struggle - and I had to resort to practically diving on top of her to do so.

By the time we'd alternated around the bathroom - disregarding Ash of course, because she doesn't do sleepover showers - sorted out all the bedding and airbeds, we brought down my new PS2 and the GH drums.

We kicked it off with some We Love Katamari - level alternations. :)
We took it in turns making huge Katamaris and smashing them into stardust, because we didn't ever seem to beat my older scores. Ash and Shelly really seem to like it - of course, we had to play it because they were both practically begging me - mainly Ash. :)

We ate the cold boxed parmo from last night - and my word, it was epic and heavenly. :)
It was fucking legendary warm, but it's even better cold the next day. Then we broke into the cream cheese and chive pretzels that Shelly hated the smell of - and drank practically all of the Cherry Coke. :)

I sampled a bit of Maximo - and re-fell in love with it. :)
After a few seconds in the first level, and after hearing that old coin noise, I was drooling at it again. Ahhhh, Maximo. Another PS2 classic everyone must own. :)

I played through a few levels, then swapped to Silent Hill 3.
I got really fucking frustrated with it because the opening sequence is stupidly dark and I spent like 20 minutes looking for a door in the wrong place. Gaaaah.

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Ash, Shelly and I finished off the Guitar Hero: Metallica band career, with the ocassional input from Adam, who was off in his own little world with his iPod.
Then, with reluctance from me - we went to Guitar Hero 5.
Naturally, I refused to play it, it's still one game that hasn't gotten through to me yet. I just watched those three messing around on it - mainly Adam doing a solo drum lark. :)

Today has been fucked. It's only really Shelly who's had any life in her.
I've been in my usual neutral-bordering-content mood - but Ash hasn't seemed herself, and Adam's been really depressed, sat on the sofa with his iPod for an alarming amount of time. I wasn't very happy about it, but I just left him to it.
I tried to cheer Ash up, I cuddled her a lot and always let her decide on what game we'd be playing next. It was all rather off... I feel content, but it there seemed something missing.

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Out of the few photos we took together, this is the only reasonable one. They were all at fucked angles and we were always pulling fucked up faces. Even using the timer setting on the camera, we managed to fuck it up. :)
This is a potential photo to go in the photo frame Christine got me. I'm still deciding.

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Ash went home at 7 - not long after we'd taken that epic photo, and Adam followed her about 20 minutes later.
Shelly was going to go at 10, but she ended up spending the night instead. :D

It was a great combo. After we'd finished cleaning up downstairs, moving the consoles back to where they should be and so on - I got myself the bottle of Jaques and the bottle of WKD for Shelly, two pint glasses and ice - and we played We Love Katamari - co-op mode. :D

It's so fucking weird. Very difficult, and it does indeed require a lot of teamwork, but oddly enough - the two of us together managed to beat my score on the underwater level. All our other efforts fell short a bit, but we didn't ever fail a level together. :)

Fuzzy was moved into a room late yesterday.They are monitoring his heart and his kidneys,slowly taking him off oxygen.He is still having diaherria  though. they cant get that under control.Peggy was very tired this morning when I talked with her. She looked it yesterday,but today you hear it in her voice. She has today covered.Hopefully she can get some sleep while her mom takes dialysis, as her aunt will pick her mom up afterwards.Peggy plans to go home and try to sleep a bit. She needs to. I'm concerned about her. She is gonna collaspe if she doesn't rest soon...She will probably get me to help her tomorrow...
James and I went yard sale-ing  this morning. it gives us something to do and we never spend much. Maybe a few dollars. Its our Saturday morning routine! We found Morgan a drum set for xbox today! called and woke him up to ask if he wanted them...just $7.00!!! They put everything at half price after 11 am! They are gonna have a great yard sale by doing this and they were cheap anyway! Orginally the drums were $15.00!  Came with the rock revolution game. I just hope they work! She said they did and they seem to be in great shape! Wont know til Morgan uses them!
Last weekend we went to Hillsville to the huge flea market there. I didnt think it was as crowded as in years past. Because of the recession many didn't travel for it. Even the vendors were down.We still enjoyed it, just getting away for a day was good! Got to see Morgan too, as he popped home for the weekend cause he bought a drum set and had to pick up his glasses that came in.It was hot though last weekend! I was ready to quit at 2, but James insisted we rest a bit then plow on some more! I was wore out! we got there at 9 that morning, and we finally quit about 4:30...still about 3-4 hours left that next day to cover it all. We got to our room about 5 and collasped. I got a shower and saw that I was sunburned! ouch! I put sunscreen on! anyway, we walked over to Sagebrush to eat. we were too beat to drive anywhere. waited an hour to sit, then waited 30 mintues for our food.... Finished at 8 then went back to room and fell into bed! we were asleep by 10! whew! Up at 7 next day and started again! we finished about 10:30...I will never do that again! I cant take the heat anymore. I feel like i'm gonna pass out in it. today while yard sale-ing I felt like it again. I get really weak all of a sudden and feel shaky, and cant get a good breath... I dont know what it is...but it bothers me. Since I turned 46 this year, I feel like my body is deserting me... Perimenopause... Hot flashes, cold,chills, now this with the heat. I get too hot now...Maybe I should get checked out by the doctor. Mood swings too! I can bite someones head off if they cross me at the wrong time of the month now!!!I cant help it either. Family will just have to deal with it!! looks like I've got a ways to go before I'm out. Most of my friends tell me it ends about the time you turn 50ish!! So I'm looking at 4 more years of this!??? Ouch!!!
We went to the West game last night..It was really wierd with Ariana not cheering... Still saw a lot of parents there whose kids graduated with Ariana. Even saw some there home for the weekend from college. Just as 4th quarter started,it starts raining...I look at James and start laughing...we wait a bit, and it starts getting harder, so pack up and leave. passed several others and we said"No need to get wet this year! Not sitting in any rain!" everyone laughed. last year see, it practically rained every football game! and we had to stay then! With Ariana cheering and James head of concessions, there was no leaving. Sat under an umbrella most of the season and learned to deal with getting wet! So, last night was fun to get up and leave with everyone else!! We sat in car and listened to the rest of the game...West won, 28-21...Its a wonder though as many passes as they threw and missed,dropped or whatever...They lost over half the team as most were Sr.'s. last years team was great..
Of course all the parents still there saw James and tried to get him back,or tell him they miss him doing concessions! Some even told him that it went downhill a bit! Oh well! It's time for other parents to step up to the plate and do it!! The new couple that took over the concessions said they didnt really know just how much work it took to keep it up! Ha! We told em!!its like having a second job with no pay! and then no other parents want to help.."Oh I have to see my child play!" what's one night??? oh well, not our concern anymore! we will go to most of the home games I guess. I especially want to see Homecoming... the athletic director gave James a pass for this year, for all the years he put in as head of concessions. Old saying goes, no one appreciates you until you aren't there!
Wow! 2 days at once on here1 I'm on a roll!!

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Soooo...
Naturally, I had to wake up reasonably early today to go into college and collect the shitty envelope.

As it often goes... We have the good, the bad and the ugly.
But mine is the reasonable, the shit and the unexpected.

The shit of course, is my English Language.
Go and fuck yourself AQA - you pile of wank with your dodgy as fuck exam papers and your shitty coursework.

Put it this way, if I'd gotten a D - I'd be deleting all of my writing and never writing another sentence. As far as I'm aware, DATWBSVOH, TFATH, #1263 and the rest of them are still in their folder.
You are supposed to get two grades lower than your GCSE results.
So I was supposed to drop from my sexy A* to a B - BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOO...

The reasonable is my Photography.
I expected a C - I got one. No harm done.

But it's hilarious - I was the 4th highest in the group for sketchbook marks.
PAUL'S SKETCHBOOK MARKS - hence the reason everyone's got a shock today, he marked them all wrong.

Michelle was first, Ash was second, Shelly was third and I was fourth.
Exam results determined that...

I came first! :D
I BEAT ASH. I BEAT ASH, I BEAT ASH, I BEAT AAAAAASSSSSHHH!!!
Mwah ha ha, that's all I wanted to do. :D

I beat her by seven marks. We both got C - which is alright. :)
But the real shock came when Michelle got a D and Shelly got a fucking E!
I knew Paul's marking was fucked but I hadn't realised HOW fucked.


And now for the unexpected.
Going with the 'drop-two-grades' theory - I should have gotten a B for Media Studies.
Nah. I didn't do that.
GOT A FUCKING A INSTEAD. LMFAO.

Well, my coursework was totally epic and the exam was a pile of piss.
Lewis and Ash both got the same grade for coursework. :D
We all got Bs for the coursework and As for the exam - which just goes to show, I wasn't the only one who pissed all over it. Take THAT, AQA!

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I'd barely had my results in my hand for a second when mam had taken them off me and Sarah had swooped over, asking how I'd done.
To which I simply responded: "I don't know, I've only looked at them for A SECOND."
Sarah was pleased with me - she even said that if I carry on the same standard at A2, I could end up with an A*. Sounds alright, but will it be possible?

I passed Dianne on the way out too. She was more pleased with me than my mam was...
And as I was leaving, I had the voice in the head that was saying: "OMG, DIANNE JUST SAW YOUR MAM."

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On the way home, we stopped off at Hairwaves.
Debbie was outside having a cigarette. She was more pleased with my results than my mam was as well.
Of course, I pulled my modest face. Well, it was sort of modest - sort of embarrassed at how shit my fucking English grade was.

I got my eyebrows waxed. :)
It was weird this time, I actually had it done in the upstairs room, laid on this random bed with some weird arse piano concerto coupled with ocean sounds playing in the background.

I've discovered that apparently I have beasty follicles - which apparently makes waxing my eyebrows hurt a lot more than it'd hurt anyone else.
But it proper DOESN'T hurt. :/

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When we got home, I played Super Smash Bros.
I managed to finish the single-player mode with Samus, along with finishing one or two of the shitty bonus levels - with thanks to video tutorials on YouTube. :)

Mam came up, she'd been out and bought me a reward for my results, along with a card that was addressed to "MEDIA GENIUS".
Inside it said: "We are VERY VERY VERY proud of you" - I wonder if she means that. I'm pondering, is mam like me? Is she far better in words than she is in speech?

Either way, she gave me cards to give to Shelly and Ash too.
I rang Ash not long after I'd gotten home - her mam is proper buzzing off the walls.
And she's gotten her place at university - good on her. :D

But back to the point, this is the arrangement of stuff that I pulled out of the bag she presented me:



Modelling clay and Haribo Maom! :D
It's a very colourful collection of stuff.

So naturally, I started making things, as I listened to Rammstein and ate chews. :)
All I have to do is look around my room and there's endless characters jumping out at me.
There's Link, Spyro, Crash Bandicoot, various Pokémon, various Simpsons characters, Mario, Luigi, Donkey Kong, Wario, Cortex and several Happy Tree Friends characters.

So of course, I can't decide who to make first!
I've made three today:



There's Pikachu - my first. :D



Made on request by mam - Psyduck.
When I asked who I should make next, she said "that orange duck who always had a headache" :)
There's the figure to compare it too, but I think I made him a bit TOO orange...



And straying away from the Pokémon theme - Homer Simpson. :)
He was proper staring at me from my collection of action figures on top of the bookshelf, so I made him too. :)

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I went downstairs after this and watched telly with mam for a bit.
We watched Come Dine With Me and Roar.

Then I persuaded her to come play on the Wii with me.
We started out playing Wii Play - but she got fed up with me winning dramatically every time, so we swapped to Guitar Hero.

Now this persuasion worked a little TOO well - we were playing from 4PM till 7:30PM. :)

We started out on Expert-Guitar, Easy-Bass combination, but then mam wanted to go on vocals.
So I swapped to drums - so then we had Medium-Drums, Easy-Vocals combination.

We went through all the songs on GH: Greatest Hits that she knew, then we switched to GH: World Tour to play more.
In all, we must've played over 40 songs in total.
Fucking hilarious at some parts though, mam's freestyles were just EPIC.

"I don't want to freeeeeeestyle, coz it's embarraaaaaaassing... But I get points, soooooo...!!!"

We had to keep pausing the game though, because people kept ringing us both to see how I'd done in my exams. We had nana, Ian, Paul and even Tracey had congratulated me over Facebook.
But of course, dad didn't even ring me up. This gave mam something else to moan at him about, but...
At the same time, this upset me. He was even in my room at one point - the two cards for Ash and Shelly, along with my results slip was ON THE DESK. He put them on the bed without even glancing at them or sparing a thought. :(

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Then I ate chicken legs and chicken noodles. A mint combination. :)
I watched How Clean Is Your House? with mam, then this random documentary about this woman who tried to smuggle cocaine through Cuba.

At 11, I spoke to Shelly on the phone for an hour.
It was a conversation with mixed emotions.
I had my occasional shout at her when she started being stupid, talking about how she's starving herself to get to a size 14.
Seriously, if she ends up thinner than me, I'll feel so fucking self-concious.
I'd never have sex with someone if they were smaller than me. Bigger is fine and the same size is fine too.
I don't care how fat someone is, as long as they love me for who I am.

But if they were thinner than me, I'd utterly refuse to be naked with them. :(