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As my drunken blog did state, today we took a trip to Ash's BUNGASLOW. :D
It's like a one-storey house that moves at 2 miles per hour. :)

Oh, I have to make that a tradition. Every time I come back from somewhere drunk, I need to try and document it. It's so funny reading them over and decoding them when you're sober again.

Tracey was reading them - which I didn't mind - but she was reading them out loud. Most of the time it was funny - just when she read lines like "I like pussy so that makes me a lesbian" - I was just like OMGSHUTUPREALLY. :/

Ash and I didn't think that Shelly would actually end up coming, because it did get to around half 1 and there was still no sign of her - even after attempting to ring her mobile - but she did end up coming, and with her, bearing a bag of cakes and stuff left over from last night's party.

We spent the majority of the day in Ash's room, mooching through my planned script ideas I'd brought along on my memory stick. I was even wearing my newly-transferred RCP logo T-shirt. :)

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My Halloween costume came in the post today. I just had to take it along with me to see what they all thought. Naturally, it lead to everyone trying on the mask and the headpiece. :)
It's an evil jester - a half-black, half black-and-white-chequered suit with a silly jester's hat, skull trims and a skull mask. It's sooooo epic. :D

And thankfully, due to the price of it - we're not going to just use it for Halloween - we're planning on using it for some of our future music videos. It ought to work well.

We told Tracey of our problem with obtaining a dress for Ash - in effect, I told her last night when I was drunk - and she's agreed to make one for us. A pink and white gingham one, by the sounds of things. :)
I just can't imagine Ash in a dress. Imagine it with pink and white striped socks too - oh my word. :)

We're proper making her paranoid, we're not telling her what we keep talking in code about. :)
Then Tracey put her hair in plaits - oh it was SOOOO cute. :D
Ash didn't seem amused about it like - but she's SO having her hair like that for the Spieluhr video. It would go so well.

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We played a combination of Guitar Hero 5, Guitar Hero: Greatest Hits and Guitar Hero: World Tour.
Alternation on vocals - we even got Ash to do a few - as a penalty for losing a pro-face-off against Shelly, of course. Ash's skill has really decreased lately...

We played my custom Saria's Song, and we got this really weird screenshot.
I was playing on Expert bass and I don't think I missed any, but look at the score. It says 128%!



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And a photo of me with two jelly shoes up my nose.
I made the "my nose is running" joke, naturally...



And a creepy yet oddly cute photo of Ash with some wacky red-eye. :D

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The charity shops in Middlesbrough are officially the most usless thing ever.
This is the 2nd route of them looking for a goddamned music box - and still there's no sign of one anywhere. I even resorted to looking on eBay, but all the ones within my price range are just TOTALLY not what I'm looking for. And the postage on some of them is just ridiculous.
This time in town we were looking for a old-fashioned style dress in a size 16/18 for the Spieluhr video. Naturally, they were all either too granny or too revealing. Gahhhh...

I pretended to be working in Photography.
At the moment I've just totally lost interest in the subject. After realising Paul is going to be a fucking arsehole about timescales, I just can't be fucking chewed. So once again, I had a "research" website open that I would re-open whenever Paul swooped around, but when he was out of the room or at the other end, I was writing scripts. :)

When I got home, I made our channel. :D
www.youtube.com/rollingchairpictures

I'm planning on uploading The Wheelchair and The Epic Outtakes - then re-vamping our trailer.
I can't use any music from the Abigail album because it's all under copyright, so the way things are going, we're going to end up with a song that seriously doesn't fit to the video.

I scouted around my mates on MSN, asking them if they had any suggestions for videos we could make - and Sammie gave me the best one ever: a James Bond parody video, aptly named James Blonde, to suit me.
I love the idea - and I got a 1001 different ideas to go with it - not for just one starter video, but for some possible spin-offs too. Oh, if we do this right, it'll be fucking legendary. :D

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In today's "coursework research and planning" lesson for Media Studies - I'd announced to Sarah I'd just about finished off the script for the Spieluhr music video - so I said I'd be working on the script for my film sequence for Film Studies. She didn't seem to mind - so I got around 1/3 of it written.
Last night I'd had a dream about it, which had given me a fair few ideas - involving a young Abigail scene. I'd originally planned to have a young Abigail bit in our trailer last year - but we hadn't been able to pull it off. This time though, I sent a message to my aunty on Facebook, asking if I could borrow her kids - and mam had asked on my behalf too - so whenever we're ready to film it, I have my little cousin Lauren to help out as young Abigail (it helps that she looks a little bit like me) and Nelly to play the role of a bloody Brandon Henry - if he doesn't mind being dragged backwards down a path, spreading blood everywhere of course. :)

I actually don't hate English now anywhere near as much as I used to.
The start of the course was so tedious - but I'm actually starting to realise all the work I did last year at AS has rendered the A2 so much easier. A lot of it is simply applying your common sense and flinging in some theorist names. And of course, Angela gets us to draw baby heads and gingerbread men - and everything is colour coded. Being a visual style learner (or so they told me), this apparently helps. :D

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Shelly had promised me that when I went into college to get this HPV cervical cancer jab - she'd come in with me and hold my hand.
We had to go there before 2 - and I waited for her IN PLAIN VIEW on the tables by the clock tower entrance. I waited until 1:30 before I gave up - I went in to get the needle by myself.

I was reasonably composed up until I was about a metre away from the door.
I couldn't stop myself crying for long. Shelly wasn't there to comfort me or to hold my hand like she said she would have been. The only comfort I had was from these dozy AS students who asked me like the stupidest question ever: "Are you scared?"

And then the fucking nurse who gave me the needle was a cunt and a half. She saw the cuts and scars on my arms and asked: "Do you have a cat or a dog who scratches your arms?"
I lied, taking the chance and said simply: "Yeah."
She looked at them again and said: "They're not a cat or a dog, are they?"
I shook my head and answered: "Nope."
She gave me this proper weird look and said: "Is there something you want to tell me?"
I glared at her and said straight: "No."

So naturally when I went up to Photography - dozy Shelly was there, she said she'd been looking for me - well clearly she hadn't been looking fucking hard enough.
I was all set to punch her for lying to me - but the needle had scared me into crying - and because it's so difficult to let myself cry for all the other reasons, I sort of used it as an excuse to cry about other things - so she was sort of lumbered with me soaking her hoodie for a while.

And that's the first needle of THREE.
For fuck's sake!

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I can stop fretting about starting UCAS application late now. I took advantage of the time in tutorial, had a mooch about on the university website, then started filling out my application forms.
Naturally, I can't fill all of it in yet, for I'm lacking all the codes and signitures - but I did all that I could do. I even made a FIRM POINT of writing DIXIE in my preffered name box. Hmmm, I'm not going through any more years of education with my tutors calling me a name I despise.

Sarah let us go early, so in this 1-hour gap - I went into the LRC - went up to the 3rd floor and started writing more of my scripts. I was mainly finishing off the Abigail film sequence script. I managed to get it all written, divided up and colour-coded - then Lewis came and found me.
We were proper late for Media Studies, so we ended up sat right at the back so we couldn't even see the frigging whiteboard. We had to watch that shitty Location, Location, Location clip where Middlesbrough was voted Britain's #1 worst town - then pick out the representational codes. It was tedious, but not exactly difficult.

Photography was a bit of a wasted effort. We practically came in for nothing because Paul wasn't even in. So I spent the lesson writing out more scripts - currently, I'm that obsessed with RCP and all my ideas, I can't keep them off my mind for longer than 20 minutes. It's horrible. More so because I'm going to have to wait at least a fortnight before we get to film anything.

I was annoyed in Film Studies.
Was mint though - Anne Marie set us off, she told us to come up with our own idea for a film, then we had to make a poster about it, noting narrative, characters, iconography and the rest. Naturally, this was just an excuse to ponder more into the film sequence I had planned - so my poster was all about Abigail.
I even decorated it with some little "items of iconography" - razors, knives, gravestones, broken glass, walking cane, wheelchair, blood, matches and candles. Then I drew little portraits of Abigail and Jonathan. They were so fucking epic - I wanted to keep my poster, but they were going on the wall... :(

Conway asked to see it, once she'd caught a glimpse. I wasn't arsed about showing her, but I didn't want to read out my ideas to everyone, so Anne Marie did it for me. Mwah.

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I'm hoping that my new idea will put an end to this constant Saturday boredom the three of us are facing.
I suggested to Ash and Shelly that we start a new YouTube channel together, under our production name: Rolling Chair Pictures.
Naturally, we already have The Wheelchair - and I mentioned I wouldn't mind re-making it, because there's just so much more you can add to it. (Speaking of which, I need to re-upload the link to the blog ages ago, because I've taken it off my solo account and I'm in the process of moving it to our RCP account.
Then we have our film trailer - which I just need to revamp a little bit and change the music so I'm not bombarded with copyright warnings left, right and centre.
Upcoming coursework ideas are of course, the Abigail film sequence and Spieluhr music video - so we have those to add. I have a big wodge of ideas in my head, but I need to think about some of them a little more before I finalise them and start writing scripts.

The three of us were bored again - sitting around just trying out some instrument challenges on GH5 and sharing out two pizzas between us.
Oh, and of course, I got Ashleigh to talk to Billy, the chat bot. :)

ASHLEIGH> i've herd the sun is awesome.
BILLY> if i had the sun, i would cherish it!
ASHLEIGH> it lives in the sky
BILLY> i think my sky is broken.
ASHLEIGH> The sky is fine
BILLY> is your sky broken?
ASHLEIGH> the sky can't be broke
BILLY> i think my sky is broken.
ASHLEIGH> it can't brake
BILLY> sky a heard very put great i before!!!
ASHLEIGH> I've never ran to the sun
BILLY> actually, my girlfriend has the sun.
ASHLEIGH> you have a girlfriend?
BILLY> daisy, my girlfriend, is the apple of my eye.
ASHLEIGH> she sounds nice
BILLY> why don't you marry her?
ASHLEIGH> ebcuse she is your girlfriend
BILLY> do you know her?
ASHLEIGH> no, you mentioned her

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Ash also convinced me to try out Hunk.
He's not been played on by his new owner until today. So I played through an hour or so of Fable.
From what I've played so far, it's pretty epic. There's a lot of complex controls involved, but that's what I like in epic RPGs. It looks massive too, I reckon it's a candidate for a half-term break addiction.

Oh, and I've spent a lot of today sucking out the life blood of the two of them - getting them to play the 1,000,000 roses level on We Love Katamari for me. :P