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Buddies, Bellies & Burgers
I put on my new lesbians T-shirt, my black jeans, black Converse, black socks, black underwear and my black bra - I was in a very black mood today.
Dad took me to Ash's at half 11 - IN HIS NEW VAN. :D
I have an odd liking for work vans - they remind me of when I was little and I sat in the middle seat of dad's beasty 3-seater.
Of course, I'd like to forget about the times I rode in the back and nearly got decapitated by falling rolls of cable and toolboxes.
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Ash fed me Crunchy Nut Bites - and they were a disapointment.
When I told Ash that they weren't as epic as she'd made out - she looked like I'd just pissed on a bible and then slapped her around the face with it. :)
Even Denham was amused - saying I was being blasphemous - and Ash did her pretend sulk where she stands in a corner.
We sat on the sofa for a while, watching Everyone Hates Chris.
I didn't really find it amusing or entertaining - but oddly enough, it gave me ideas for DATWBSVOH - what with some of the characters playing a dare game. :)
And of course, I loved the chance to cuddle up to Ash. She's so warm and cuddly. And their sofa is just epic. Way more epic than Crunchy Nut Bites, lmfao.
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Then of course - we had to sit outside on the swinging chair. :)
When Ash's mam and dad came back - her mam joined us and we talked together for a bit.
Both her mam and dad were greatly amused by my T-shirt. Tracey said that my mam must have a good sense of humour. Hmmm. :/
After Tracey and her friend (who'd turned up to take her out somewhere) had gone - I tormented Ash a bit by running my hand along the back of the swing's canopy - scraping off bits of dirt, mould and rainwater that was gathering there.
Then of course, I proceeded to wipe it all over her face. :)
She didn't even realise how dirty I was making her face - at one point she had a thick smear of black gunge running the full length of her head down one side.
This sparked many-a protest - mainly all following the theme of: "STOP IT WITH YOUR MOISTURE!"
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I requested that Ash play Silent Hill 4 when we were back inside.
She'd snaffled the PS2 - so it was set up in her room.
I lounged back on her comfy bed and watched her play through a good 2-3 hours of the game.
The possessed wheelchairs in the hospital had me pissing myself.
Oh, and did the giant Eileen's head in one of the rooms.
Creepy as fuck - but hilarious.
And naturally - Ash couldn't kill a monster without me pissing myself at the fucked-up noises they all made.
I think I'd fallen asleep at one point - because I remember Ash shaking me and telling me to wake up.
She'd died and was turning it off - so I dragged her down to the end of the bed where I was laid and we cuddled up together for a few minutes. :)
I want Ash's bed lmao.
It's so easy to want to fall asleep when you're laid on it.
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We ate homemade burgers and chips for tea - SUPER LUSH. :D
I rarely ever eat homemade stuff, so this was fucking legend. I had cheese and salad in with my burger.
I wonder why lettuce is such a good accompniment for burgers...
Something healthy mixed with something fattening doesn't sound like it would work, but it does. :D
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Today was finished with me laying on Ash's belly and watching Johnny English with her.
I said she was my cushion - and I rested my head on her squishy tummy the entire time.
I got hyper in random bursts and was sort of jokingly flirting with her - talking in a weird voice and saying shit like: "Mmmm, we're all alone now Ashleigh..." and "Hmmm, isn't this romantic darling...?" :D
Ash has finally got my sense of humour - I'm glad to report that she was rather amused at this.
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The only thing that would have really reduced today to anything less than content was my parents randomly turning up without telling me first.
I told dad to come for me at NINE - and he came at EIGHT.
I was quite comfortable laid on Ash's belly too...
And, Tracey was going to bring me back a Double Decker from Tescos.
Grrrr.
Thus, I made mam give me most of her dark chocolate when I got home.
And this is a revelation - today is the first day I've spent at Ash's without even getting slightly depressed.
Usually the uneeded conversation topics with her mam and the horrible Walton's atmosphere makes me suicidal - but I didn't once feel sad today. :)
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Dixie currently feels: 
Neutral
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Blog #149
Be It Summer Now?
I wasn't fully sure on how to define today's 'currently feels'.
For most of the morning I felt pretty neutral, had a few hours of contentment, then finished the night with lots of depression.
I worked it out using a handy emotion sum:
Content + Depressed = Below Neutral
Below Neutral + Neutral = Neutral
I didn't really. :)
I just assumed I felt neutral overall.
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Shelly's dad was giving us both a lift to Ash's from college.
Shelly had a lesson, but I didn't.
Either way, I went into college on the free bus, sat around for a while - then Shelly came and sat with me.
The college was well empty, so it was pretty safe for us to cuddle up to each other and not get a lot of dodgy looks from predjudiced cunts.
I didn't have any money with me, so Shelly bought me a sausage sandwich for my lunch.
It was yummy. More yummy due to the fact she'd got it for me. :)
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Shelly's dad is weird.
I like him though - he spent the entire journey slatering Shelly.
I joined in once or twice, adding to his points. Shelly was embarrassed - I could see the little tinge of red coming through in her cheeks. :D
She wasn't pleased about this though - she had a twenty-minute rant/whinge when we got to Ash's.
This was whilst we were sat on Ash's bed.
I think it's Ash's bed - you can sit on it and talk for fucking hours and not realise how long you've been talking for. Every time we go to Ash's, that's how we start - watching the hours rapidly fly away on her bed. :)
I'm not sure if it happens on my bed... It sometimes does when I'm laid on it whilst I'm on the phone, though.
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Ash gave us both apple juice and we went and sat in their back garden.
Ash and I were sat on the chair swing, Shelly said swings make her sick - so she sat on the bench opposite us.
Ash was just chilling out though, I was making it swing. I was only using one foot though.
I'm a legend on swings though - I swung about 3/4 of the way around one once - paralell to the top bar. Then I realised how high I was, panicked and fell off. I landed in some sand at the bottom. Sand is nice though, it's cushiony. And it just brushes off you afterwards.
They'd just cut the grass in their garden, so I dared Ash to come and roll in the cuttings with me.
Lmfao, I was surprised that she agreed. Then we spent about 10 minutes brushing each other down. :)
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Ash's mam has broken part of her leg, so she's bowling around in a wheelchair of her own.
She came and sat outside while she smoked a cigarette. Then she spoke to us for a while.
We started discussing my writing again - why do we always get onto this topic?
I had my black folder with me in my college bag, so I showed her the little samples from Imprisonment - a section from my novel: #1263: The Beginning.
It was then that I discovered that she used to write as well.
Jeez, why are all writers so secretive?
I'm unsure if I am or not.
I wouldn't go around showing my work to just anybody of course.
I tend to post parts to my blog just to prove to myself that I actually managed it.
Then of course came the idea of a wheelchair race - so the three of us were sat on the grass, watching Ash's mam race against Denham in Ash's chair.
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Later, the three of us played GH: Metallica.
We were working on some Quickplay scores, getting dosh for Ash.
We were alternating though.
I'd play with Ash, then with Shelly, then Ash and Shelly would play together.
When I wasn't on guitar, I was finishing off my Mario Power Tennis: Power Tour save.
I even coaxed Ash and Shelly into playing a few rounds of Tacklebot for me.
Tacklebot is fucking tedious - it takes SO long to get your EXP points up.
As I expected, Ash hated Tacklebot - so I started making the random comments, as you do.
"Ash... Tacklebot loves you. He wants to be your friend."
"I know who you DO love though Ash... Tacklebot!"
"If you got married, you'd have to change your name to Ashleigh Tacklebot!"
Regrettably, this is not possible. I am currently in the Rockies. Ish. If this winter is standard, it is safe to say that I do not belong in Wyoming for life. Far, far too mild, too ambiguous. If you're going to call it 'winter', there must be a minimum of four inches of snow on the ground, and we all celebrate when the temperature climbs to 12 degrees Fahrenheit. To my thinking, good winter weather exists in a range from -10 to 10 above, and it's not a proper winter unless it's spent some quality time around -30. This, evidently, does not happen up here. Mind, they do get snow year-round.
Part of the purpose to all that weather is so that you respond appropriately when it begins to warm up. "Oh! Warm wind, sun, snow melting all over the place - it is time to run everywhere and plant things!" (The first of those is perhaps just the result of four years of high school track). But, snow's melting every other week here. This means that I have the overwhelming urge to run all over campus, every time I have to go anywhere, and I want to sink my hands in dirt, place new life there, and come back later to find it thriving.
Maybe I'm just weird.
I also apparently, er, bonded with my anatomy book as soon as I took it out of the package the other day (ordering one's textbooks occasionally means that you have to wait a bit to receive them, but, on the other hand, I paid 3% of what the bookstore's charging for it). I have no idea why - I just want to read it ALL THE TIME. Please abstain from the junior-high sense of humor here - I just love my book. I haven't read enough to tell you if it's all that interesting, but I feel so compelled to read it. All of it! Tonight!
Er, no. I want to read the first unit tonight. I'm trying to pace myself so that it takes a week.
This is perhaps comparable to when I was a music major, and adored theory. The average music student does NOT care for theory - to a lot of recent high school graduates, music is this beautiful language of expression that can communicate concepts beyond the reach of any other, and theory is taking it apart into bolts and screws. Considering my nature, this should mean that music theory frustrates me to no end, but I actually have this desire to learn all of it that I possibly can.
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