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Seeing as how I didn't get to see Shelly alone yesterday, today was the next closest day to her birthday, so I chose to see her today. Before she came, I washed my hair, straightened up my room, hoover the floor - did all the general preparations that I do - then sat down to wait for her. I waited it out in style, assembling a quick playlist of some of my most-played top-rated songs, then making another attempt at the 2nd run of the Flopside Pit Of 100 Trials. Ach, how it is a cunt.

Shelly came when I was at about floor #89 - and she watched me finish it off.
At a time, I didn't think I'd make it - then I levelled up and my max HP went to 100HP, and was refilled - and then I was like PHWOAR, COME ON THEN SHADOO.
Kicked their arses and snagged those sexy rare cards. :)
Super Paper Mario is about an hour or two away from complete game mastery. Mwah ha ha.

I was in a weird mood today - really really turned on - so it wasn't long before I'd taken everything off and Shelly was getting her wicked way with me. :)
It wasn't fair - I couldn't do anything back because it wasn't the happy time of the month for Shelly. :(

We ate lunch together, hung out the washing - though Shelly is a blundering twat when I ask for her help with it, she just stands there and STARES at the washing line. Knob. :P

In one of our mad moments, we were trying to work out who had the biggest mouth - and naturally, I thought the best way to work this out would be to see how far my fist fitted into my mouth, then how far it fitted into hers. I tried it, but I pushed too hard on her throat and I felt her gag reflex - and she was a little bit sick on my hand. When I pulled it out, there were chunks of pizza on my knuckles. It was so fucking gross. :)
I have a phobia of vomit, so this lead to me legging it to the bathroom, holding my left fist at arm's length - then scrubbing away at it OCD-style. :)

Shelly is so self-doubting and gullible.
We were attempting challenges on Guitar Hero 5 - mainly the band challenges that prove easier with less people, and less bodge-ups from dopey Ash. One of the challenges was a simple "hit a 300 note streak" - and Shelly didn't think she'd managed it. I knew that she had - so I made a handshake bet with her - if she had, she had to lick my arse-crack. :)

And naturally, she got fucked over. Her face when the scores, percentages and note streaks came up was hilarious - it was the proper 'blush-whimper-hide-face-in-hands'. :D
But then she had to be a slag and try and kiss me with her befouled tongue - which was kinda yucky - but I did secretley enjoy being pinned to my bed. :)

Then we had a mooch through some of my old videos on my external harddrive - just proving to Shelly how much of a knob I was when I was 15. And we shared out some Petits Filous yoghurts - though I nabbed the vanilla one, because they're epic. So Shelly decided she'd be a slag and wipe the lids of hers on my nose. Gah.

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Dixie currently feels:

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After yet another bland simple re-capping Film Studies lesson, I wandered into town and bought some stuff for Shelly and I to munch on.
She told me she misses the crisps from Home Bargains, so I bought her a bag of those, along with a Wispa bar.
I came home, straightened up my room - and Shelly arrived at half four.

We munched and played Guitar Hero.
I finished off the Easy career on Rocks The 80s and Shelly and I played a few songs on the co-op career.
We also did some work on her GH3 co-op career - but with me playing on Expert, both of us using older PS2 guitars - KNIGHTS OF CYDONIA.
So it was no wonder mam came in whinging and made us stop.

We switched to a quieter game: We Love Katamari and played a few levels - beating some of my older scores.
And yes, that damned Cowbear level continues to rile us both.

We shared a bottle of Jaques together and wound down, cuddling up to each other on my bed.
We spent a while laid on a pile of duvets and pillows on the floor. Before we could even get to doing anything ourselves - we could proper hear the bed banging about in the next room. It was so fucking funny. :)

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I'm in a listing mood right now. And I'm bored shitless with 3 and a half hours of nothing to fill up - with nothing but college resources at my disposal.

Here's a list of the 12 items I'm awaiting from Play.com.

1. Abigail II: The Revenge (CD)
2. Amélie (DVD)
3. Manhunt (PS2)
4. Guitar Hero (PS2)
5. Guitar Hero II (PS2)
6. Guitar Hero Encore: Rocks The 80's (with guitar) (PS2)
7. Parappa The Rapper 2 (PS2)
8. Resident Evil Outbreak (PS2)
9. Evil Dead: A Fist Full Of Boomstick (PS2)
10. Silent Hill 2 (PS2)
11. Galerians: Ash (PS2)
12. Freak Out (PS2)

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Dixie's list of things that are currently pissing her off beyond belief:

 

1. The new Guitar Hero Community layout
2. The insane difficulty of Maximo
3. The fact that Backloggery can't be accessed at college
4. These pointless 3 and a half hour gaps between lessons
5. The price of BLT sandwiches at college
6. And the fact you can only get them like 2/5 days of the week
7. The god dammned slow postal service
8. Dickheads talking to me on MSN when I'm IDLE
9. And by "dickheads" I only actually mean one person, who is a prick...
10. My sore throat and mucous-dripping nose
11. The lack of hours in a day in which to play all of my new games
12. Homophobic twats at college
13. Namely that blonde cunt who glares at me when I'm doing NOTHING
14. These headphones making the INSIDES of my ears ITCHY
15. The pricks in my English class
16. Paul being a twat, mainly to Shelly for no reason
17. The weather not deciding if it wants to be hot or cold
18. Wii remote batteries dying so fucking quickly
19. THE PIT OF 100 TRIALS
20. The shitty "chart hits" on the radio at the moment
21. Hoovering/dusting them it looking dirty again about 5 minutes later
22. The decline of Limewire's awesomeness
23. Lisa deciding not to display correct or ANY album artwork
24. Mam's shitty insence making me choke
25. NOT BEING ABLE TO POST BLOGS AT COLLEGE - HAVING TO SAVE THEM TO FUCKING WORD DOCUMENTS THEN POST THEM AT HOME...

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Last night was spent with Shelly. :)
She'd said that if she'd gone home, she'd have had to share a double bed with Sharon and Charlie. I didn't want her to do that - I'd rather she stayed here with me, and mam agreed for her to.
We didn't end up parting until 3AM, when I went to the airbed and Shelly stayed in my bed - we'd been preoccupied solving that which had been annoying us for the entire weekend. :)

We'd both had a few pints so we were just cuddling up to each other for a long time - and I ended up making Shelly cry, because she's a soppy cow. Lmao.
I felt so safe and secure cuddled up to Shelly, wearing nothing but my white shorts, while she had her buttons opened. I like the way it feels when we cuddle that closely. :D

We've literally spent an entire day welcoming my PS2 into its new life as the slave of a hardcore gamer. :)
I've played through the first few missions of Canis Canem Edit - doing what I knew I would - shaking the controller when the prefects catch me... Damn, I must forget all prior knowledge of the re-make's controls for the damn Wii. :)

Following this, I've completed the first two episodes of Jackass: The Game.
So much better than what I was expecting. It's fairly amusing - stunt mission based, each one complete with various tasks to complete. Nothing's more fun than watching people throw themselves off cliffs and shooting them out of slingshots into greenhouses and swimming pools. :)

Mam got us ordering her some books from Play.com - then she said I could order anything I wanted with my birthday money. Out of the £165 - I'd given her £10 of it to pay for dad's birthday present that she'd gone and gotten for me today. (An indie-rock compilation album) - and I've chosen to save some of it, so I've got £60 of it saved - and the rest was spent on a wonderous combination of 10 rather sexy items.

Mwah, including Guitar Hero: RT80, with a guitar controller. Guitar Hero 1 and 2... Amélie, Parappa The Rapper 2, Evil Dead, Galerians: Ash, Silent Hill 2, Resident Evil Outbreak and Freak Out.

The remaining hours were spent eating hot dogs, pretzels and gummy eyeballs - while we worked away at We Love Katamari.
I wasn't in the mood for co-op play like we were doing last night, so we stuck to level alternation - both of us becoming equally stressed out with the COWBEAR level. Damn it all to hell. I'm slowly gaining a strong dislike for anything patterned with black and white splodges. :P

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This is horrible.
I've had a perfectly reasonable day - yet I've had a moment of destructive lapse and now I feel like slitting my wrists as per usual.
 
Fair enough, I've felt pretty shitty recently. I'm unsure why. The slightest little thing has been making me depressed and suicidal for hours, days even weeks on end. I felt reasonable yesterday and I've felt reasonable for practically all of today - it was just from 9PM onwards. I don't even know what triggered me. I can't even see this trigger. Normally I can recognise them.
 
About today, anyway...
Shelly said she was coming earlier so we could express our love for each other colourfully, as we do. But she came well later than she'd said, so we only got to have a little quickie. It was alright, I suppose. I'd have liked longer, but if that's all I could have had, I wouldn't have been THAT bothered - because along with my shitty mood recently, I've also had a massive loss in sex drive. It sucks. I neither want it or want to give it. I make myself give it, because I don't want to upset Shelly. I don't enjoy it as much as I normally would, but I don't despise it either, so... :(
 
Ash came at about quarter past 12 and we kicked off our day with some Nintendo 64 action.
I don't know what it is with Ash, but if she knows I have new games, she doesn't like me to leave them until I've finished other ones. She likes me to try out all my new games as soon as she's there, or as soon as I can.
 
Thus, she requested that I play Turok: Rage Wars.
My first disappointment came when I realised I couldn't actually save my progress because I don't have a controller pak. But I disregarded this and carried on to the single-player mode.
Now this is where my entire failure at first-person-shooter games became apparent. I can't aim to save my life. I'd miss the first few shots before I actually got to kill the bastard dinosaurs.
 
I also didn't like the controls. The control stick was for AIMING. The C BUTTONS were for MOVING.
I was just like WTF.... The C buttons are usually fairly useless on most N64 games. They're just for camera control or special moves.
 
I suppose if I was a lover of shooting games, this would be a pretty good game. But the fact I despise the entire genre has indeed put a negative slant on my opinion. At least I can recognise this. I can make valid points when I express reasons why I do and don't like games. (I'm not a stubborn biased little cow like Shelly is - although this opinion is about to be proven wrong towards the end of this blog. :P)

This irony of my terrible aim then became apparent when I tried to squirt my magic ink at Ash's shirt. I aimed about 4 inches too high and instead of getting her chest - I got her in the face. Totally missed my target... Her face was pretty hilarious, but then I felt really guilty about it. I still do. :(
 
Not giving up on the N64 though - I played through the first hour or so of Conker's Bad Fur Day. I had to make sure I included the boss fight with The Great Mighty Poo and the cutscene with the prune juice and the cows.
Ash and Shelly are a right pair of miserable gits - when Adam and I played CBFD together, we were in absolute fits, but they didn't find it half as amusing as we did. :(

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The next few hours were taken up by sharing round my jar of fruit rock and playing through the band career on Guitar Hero: Metallica.
Dixie played lead, Shelly played bass and Ash played drums. We were a reasonable set and we bagged a fair few 4 and 5 star rankings. Shelly and I continued on for a few songs afterwards when Ash got bored.
I want to finish off the band career - namely so I can mark it down as BEATEN on my Backloggery. :P

I made us turkey drummers and waffles for tea.
When dad was upstairs on the PC, I must've started to get the sugar rush effect from the fruit rock. I went into this weird mood.

I was sort of describing a hot sex fantasy to Shelly over the table. I knew I was half-serious - the look on her face was fucking hilarious and Ash was absolutley pissing herself. I can remember most of it, lmao. Let us document it here so I can look back and get aroused over it. :P

"We could go into the kitchen together... You wearing your chef whites and your hat... And you can make me a cake. You can sit me on the worktop while I watch you mix up the batter for me... Then you'd let me lick the bowl... You'd ask me if I wanted extra chocolate chips and I'd be all like (sexual voice) 'OH YES CHEF...' And perhaps I'd beat you on the bum with a fish slice..."

- And it sort of carried on like that for about 10 minutes. I'm fucking epic at making up things on the spot. I didn't even stumble or falter - it just kept on coming for quite a while before I ran out of ideas. :)

Shelly was like: "YOU'RE BEING SERIOUS AREN'T YOU?"
And I'm like: "...I MIGHT BE!"

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Dad letting me have a pint of fruit cider did absolutley nothing to calm this hyper mood down either.
I was doing a weird combination of laughs - ones I'd never even heard before. Ash kept giving me the look then pissing herself at me.

The two of us got Shelly to play Legend Of Zelda: The Wind Waker.
We both thought she wouldn't even try it - but she got up the the pirate ship hold. Fair enough she's a bit dozy and we had to lead her about first - but she even proved how quick she understands games. When she got to the Outset Forest, I said "right then, you know what to do, you can do this bit by yourself" - and she was purposely running round in circles, but she knew EXACTLY the way you had to go.
Fucking slag. :P

Ash went home at around ten to nine - and Shelly got her wicked way with me.
I still felt reluctant at first, as I have done for weeks, but we finally got somewhere.
I didn't do her for very long, so I told her not to do me for long either - but within 10 minutes, she'd got me to do that which I hadn't been able to do for so long. It felt fucking amazing - but then I cried.

And from crying, lead to sort of bawling.
It was the usual crying I do after climax, but then it sort of turned into upset crying - and I wasn't even sure why I got upset. Shelly and I didn't get much time to sort it afterwards either, because dad took her home at 10. I dried my eyes and went with her in the car home - but when I got back, I cut myself.
If only I knew WHY I'd gotten so upset... Perhaps I could have sorted it myself and stopped myself from hurting myself, but...