Guitar Hero World Tour @ MindSay

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Today wasn't a Saturday of epic proportions - but it was still pretty good.
I've spent the day with Ashleigh and Shelly - playing through the co-op career on Guitar Hero III, playing some band career on Guitar Hero: Metallica and some random quickplay songs on Guitar Hero: World Tour.

It's a breakthrough today - we actually got Ash to go on drums again!
On easy of course - I'm a twat who wants money, so I wouldn't let her use auto-kick. She wasn't as arsed as I expected though.
And with that, I completed the epicness and got Shelly to sing.

So Shelly was sat on my bed with the microphone, Ash was on drums, smashing away - and I was stood next to her jumping around with the guitar. We're a half-epic band. :D

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Isn't this the most fucking ridiculous handbag ever?



I think it's fucking hilarious - Shelly brought it with her today.
I mean for fuck's sake come on, it says KISS. :D

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Then we had a change of game and a change of console - the three of us played Mario Party 5.
A team battle - Ash and Shelly against me and a computer player.

Ashleigh played as Luigi, I played as Peach, Shelly played as Yoshi and the computer player was Boo.
Boo and myself ended up winning, but that's because I'm just epic. :)

Ash kept having all the bad luck - landing on random event spaces that made her lose like 40 coins a time. Rofl.

Shelly's comments were amusing:
"...ARE WE RUNNING ON A CAKE?"
"...IS THAT GIANT ICE-CREAM FALLING OUT THE SKY?"

She just doesn't grasp the randomness of Mario Party.
But I'll coach her. :D

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Oh, and here's a picture of Ashleigh and THE BELLY:

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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. :(

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Today was a decent day spent with Shelly.
For once, we had some time totally alone for a few hours, so naturally, we took advantage of that. :)
Later in the day, I'd been that good, Shelly was complaining of a stomachache.
It may sound mean to admit, but that made me feel accomplished. :D

I also chose the wrong day to wear khaki combat trousers made from a very thin material. :)
About 1/3 as thick as my jeans, thus rendering me with a damp patch in my special area. Tee hee.

We've worked out where our hours disappear to though.
Where the three of us, Ash, Shelly and myself find we can sit around and talk for hours - as Adam and I can also do - Shelly and I do exactly the same thing.
The only difference is that we're usually laid together on my bed cuddling each other while we do this.

Despite both Wii remotes having proper empty batteries - we both played a few Guitar Hero: WT co-op matches online over Wi-Fi. We played a few guitar-bass-vocals combinations with some gadge who played the vocals.
We'd have played for longer, but I was afraid of the batteries randomly dying, so we had to stop so that I could charge them.
Grrrrrrr...

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Compared to how epic Monday was, today was just a pile of shite.
I don't know what the difference between today and Monday was, but...

Perhaps I'd had the epic mood carry over from Saturday and it's just been decreasing as the days went by...
Or maybe Monday was such a blur of Cherry Coke and nachos and Tuesday was a whirl of intimacy and randomness, I hadn't noticed how shit I was actually feeling.


Shelly rang me, woke me up.
I didn't really want to talk to her - I'd woke up feeling shit and I wanted to sleep more.
So I was sort of relieved when the phone cut off.

She kept ringing me back though - but I was ignoring it.
I just felt like crying and hurting myself, so I really wanted to be left alone. I'd have turned my phone off, but I needed to leave it on for my alarm and to get the texts from Adam telling me when he'd be here.

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When I eventually woke up, I straightened my room, went for a shower and got myself ready.
Then I played a few gigs of Guitar Hero: World Tour before switching to online face-off matches.

When Adam arrived, I was playing face-offs against some prick who played on Medium called Nuclear Bombs.
They beat me at first - but I fucking hate gloaters who play on stupidly easy levels and buzz when they beat someone who is clearly so much better than they are.
This soon stopped - we played about 12 songs together - and I won 9 of them. So there. :P

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We were so fucking bored today.
Adam suggested we play Brawl, but I didn't want to - on the account that I don't have much else left to do on it. I don't like doing something if it doesn't feel like I'm making any progress.

So we played a few songs on WT, before I changed my mind and decided to play Brawl.
We played for around an hour, playing 2 VS 2 team matches.
We started out against level 6s, but we slowly moved up to level 8s - finding the lower numbers simply too easy for us. As always, I was Peach, Adam was Shiek.
We're a pretty epic duo.

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I'm not sure what actually caused me to snap - but I was bored, as we both were - I also felt very shit.
Brawl pissed me off, due to one of the ridiculous challenges, so I threw the remote and lost one of the batteries - so I couldn't use it.
So, the combination of depression, boredom and anger made me snap, I'm guessing.

At one point, I actually suggested to Adam that he just go home.
I was laid on my bed, trying to stop myself from either screaming or crying - so as a result, Adam and I didn't speak for about 45 minutes.

He was on my computer - occasionally turning around and trying to make me smile, but it never worked. :/

Mam came up at one point - asked why I was ignoring Adam.
I said I wasn't - and Adam backed me up, telling her I wasn't, which was sweet of him - although it was so obvious that I was.

Not purposely of course - he hadn't done anything to upset me, so I shouldn't have done - but I couldn't really help it, I felt that shit, all I wanted to do was hurt myself, but I had to fight that.
I apologised to him later though. I hope he understood that much.

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Ian came round later on the night - I'd lightened up ever-so-slightly by then.
I was talking to Adam again, at least. Perhaps even cracking the odd smile.

Ian, Adam and I held a short discussion about games and The Backloggery.
I told him I'd beaten Ruby and Emerald WEAPON on FF7 - gloated a little bit because he hasn't beaten Ruby. :D

I went downstairs and said to mam I wanted a parmo.
This was the best move ever - Ian and dad backed me up and they ended up ordering a meal deal.
Pizza, parmo, chips, salad, donner kebab, garlic bread and Coke. :D

So we shared it out between us - Adam didn't eat much, but he ate most of the salad and I gave him a bit of parmo.

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The two of us finished off the night with some Resident Evil: Code Veronica X.
According to Ian, Adam and the guide - I'm very close to the end.

I got pretty far in - but due to my refusal to save when it's vital, I got killed by the bastard boss, and now I've lost a lot of the progress I made...
Grrrraaahgggh!!!

Either way, I forgot to pick up a vital weapon I would have needed to kill it, so in effect, it's a good thing...
At least I know what I have to do next time. There shall be less blundering about.

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I've added an old friend on Facebook. We're currently talking on MSN.
A huge year gap really does give you plenty to talk about.

It was a good start though - we both like the same type of music, we're both gay and we both hate chavs - there's a few hours worth already. :P

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I'm currently sat here with my nightshirt pulled over the back of my chair.
If I lean back, my skin gets pressed against cold plastic, and it feels funny.
The front fabric is pulling on my tummy and under my arms - I like seeing how far I can lean forward before it pulls too tightly.

I've spent a large portion of today playing Guitar Hero - a combination of GH3, Aerosmith and World Tour.
Oddly enough, my favourite, Greatest Hits - remained unplayed.

I was mainly focusing on playing songs I hadn't done and improving old scores.
Only on Easy and Medium though - I'm concentrating on getting the shitty difficulties finished before I go onto the fun ones.

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I watched Criminal Minds and Live At The Apollo downstairs with mam and dad while I ate Mini Milks.
Stand-up comedy isn't even that funny. It only has rare giggle moments.

FarmVille is proper mint now.
They've introduced an achievement system - and it's encouraged Shelly to come back and play it more.
They're awards that give you EXP points, money and gifts for completing menial tasks like harvesting stuff, buying buildings/decorations and taking photos of other farms.

I've spent about an hour completing the easier tasks and those I could get on with - the others shall take some time, it seems.

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I'm going to Ash's tomorrow, so it looks to be an eventful day for a sodding change.
My blog will be minorly interesting for once. :)

I need to print out some DATWBSVOH to show Tracey lmfao.
So I either need to find a DECENT bit of chapter 1 - or actually write a decent bit. :(