Mam @ MindSay

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Whatever Sarah was off with last Friday, it must've been pretty bad - as the media studies lesson this morning was cancelled too. I had like two hours to spare as a result, so I went into the LRC and booked myself two hours on a 1st floor PC. Naturally, I got one with the dodgy spacebar and one with a foot missing. Chavs simply delight in snapping them off and stealing them. Lord only knows what they do with all of these hoarded keyboard feet like. I had to resort to using Lisa to prop it up. The iPod Classic is simply the perfect width. :)

Instead of updating some old blogs like I'd planned to - I ended up browsing Wikipedia's list of Xbox titles, looking for any that interested me. For I cannot have a mere two games for Mr. Hunk. I've accumulated a list of around 30 titles - and the best news of all is - the avarage price is £4 per game. :D
I can't wait till I get some Christmas money like. Play.com shall be getting a slew of my orders.

English was a strange lesson - simply 90 minutes of the old 'let's-look-at-a-past-exam-paper-and-whinge-about-how-to-write-an-answer-for-it' lesson. Not at all stimulating. But I did draw some sexy spider diagrams, so. :P

I met up with Shelly at lunch and we sat in our usual spot on the 4th floor stairs. We couldn't sit at our preffered end by the printing rooms - some other random dykes had stolen our idea. So we sat at the other end instead. I was in a cuddly mood - which is rare. I don't seem to be as lapsed as I have been for the past few days. I ate some BBQ Rib flavour Walkers crisps - then proper stuck my tongue down Shelly's throat - because they're her favourite flavour. I felt it was fitting. :P

Photography was yet another lesson of photo editing.
Seriously, if Paul fucking thinks I'm going 25 fucking A3 pages of sketchbook in TWO weeks, he can shove it right up his arse. We told him he doesn't set enough deadlines - and the one time he does set one, it's fucking ridiculous and unachievable. So we've all made a pact to refuse. :)

After college, I took the shuttle bus into town then went to Forbidden Planet to get some presents. I got Ian some Star Wars plushies - a Yoda and an R2-D2. It's tradition - every year I'll get Ian some Star Wars mech. Every year, I'll get Lisa some make-up. Every year I'll get dad some Toblerones. I might get him those new ones that are being advertised. And of course, I got something for Adam. But he's a blog reader - no mentioning of it here. :P

Forbidden Planet is proper expensive like. Not that I'm a tight arse - well, I am a bit - but they charge daft prices for shitty little things. I had to have a serious mooch before I decided on my purchases. :P

When I got home, I watched Miranda with mam - she had it recorded on the DVD harddrive.
Oh, why have I never watched this programme before?! Oh, it's HILARIOUS. :D

In the little gap between this and I'm A Celebrity - I snaffled some wrapping paper and wrapped up what I had left. Now all I need are some boxes of chocolates to go with their gift sets, something else for Mam, something else for Dad and something else for Ash.

Gah, then there's the matter of the bloody CARDS. ARRRGHH.

It seems that there is no let-up to the fucking weird dreams I have.
It's odd that I've had two of them in such a short space of time, but alright - here goes:

I was making fairy cakes.

But for some reason, I had to mix butter and sugar in one bowl and eggs and flour in another bowl - then supposably mix the two bowls together. But I ended up forgetting to mix them - instead, spooned out the mixture of butter and sugar into the cases then just cooking it on its own.

It ended up proper burnt and bodged - so I started again.
This time it seemed to work, and I spooned it all out into muffin cases that I put into Yorkshire pudding tins.

When they were cooked, I started making icing.
I mixed together some icing sugar with red food colouring - and mam came in, suggesting I add vanilla essence - but when she handed me the bottle, it was a miniature of rum.
I told her to find the vanilla essence - and I ended up stood about for like 20 minutes while she looked for it.

Once I'd iced the cakes with this red icing I'd made, I decorated them with CHOCOLATE HOOPS CEREAL.

I then took my cakes to Ash's house - where they seemed to have like 20 people over for whatever reason - but I was holding about six cakes on my hand - my hand must've grown about three times in size. I was handing them out to Ash's family.

"One for DENHAM, one for JORDAN... And where's ASH?!"

Of all the things to dream about, I dream about FAIRY CAKES!

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For the majority of the day, I've not felt the best. I've been slightly lapsed for a while now - but Shelly did manage to cheer me up slightly. We played Canis Canem Edit together and Guitar Hero 5.
Shelly came at about 3 in the afternoon because she was spending the night after coming with us to Ian's Halloween party.
Mam had bought mini bags of Haribo Starmix for the brats who knock on the door and she said I couldn't have any - but I snaffled some when she wasn't looking. :P

Although the party was pretty good - I had a laugh with Christine, talked with Laura about film-making, talked with Mark about games - had a laugh with Lisa and her friend in the kitchen - drank a few bottles of iron brew WKD and cuddled up with Shelly on the sofa for a while - it was dad who had to go and ruin it.

And he didn't just ruin the party for me - he ruined the whole of tonight. He's SUCH a fucking ARSEHOLE.
He's starting to make me hate him again. A while back I disliked mam for being bitchy all the time, but she's settled down, she's just a knob when it suits her - but dad's a total fucking prick all the time.
And this is tripled, maybe even quadrupled when he's drunk.

He ALWAYS, without fail - will upset me when I'm drunk - but apparently he upset Christine as well - he upset Shelly by being a general arsehole, touching her up - and not just her, Lisa and Amy as well - and I know that mam wasn't best pleased with him either.

Not only this - but when we got home - Shelly and I were cuddled up on the floor and duvet pile together - some chavs had set fire to a car outside, so we had mam mooching about being generally nosey - all these fire engines and police cars going by at two in the morning with their lights and sirens going - then this inflamed car decided to start randomly EXPLODING. Shelly and I were just like SERIOUSLY WTF.

After this drama, we all settled down and tried to get back to what we were doing - dad decides to blunder about naked on the landing, throwing up all over the carpet and the suitcase by the ottoman. So he's being noisy, as well as flashing everything to Shelly who was unfortunate enough to catch a glimpse when she was going to the toilet.
And as a result of him throwing up everywhere - he kept mam awake as well as us - he was pissing about mopping everywhere up with toilet roll for about 45 minutes - then there was the racket of mam getting the mop bucket out.

It was like the first time in ages I was in a reasonable mood, I wasn't TOO depressed - thus rendering my sex drive reasonably okay - and he just had to go and turn me RIGHT off. Vomit is one of my phobias, for a start - but I couldn't feel at all comfortable knowing he was falling about like a twat on the landing outside the door and mam was dragged away to clean up after him.
I felt really sorry for her actually - I'm just glad she didn't have work on Sunday and dad did - ha, the twat, that'll fucking teach him.

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Party photos:



Me, as an evil deranged jester - and Ian as The Crow. :D



Shelly and I. :D



Mam, myself, Shelly and dad - as Yoda. :S



Amy, Dan, Ian, Mark and Laura. :D



Christine and Roger. :D

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I tried to blot out the haunting thoughts of what occured yesterday with lots of Pepsi, crisps and video games with no rest breaks. I finished off Canis Canem Edit last night - thus I went to sleep at about 4AM.
I did get the 100.00% completion though, so it's another game mastery marked on my Backloggery.

Today I was mainly playing Guitar Hero 5 and Guitar Hero: Greatest Hits. I was attemtping some of the dodgy challenges on GH5 and doing a few new songs that I've recently learnt on the vocals quickplay.
Naturally though, I couldn't blot out everything I was thinking.

Mam took me into the Coral shop she manages today to take some photos for my Addictions Photography project. I'd dabbled a little in the idea of video games addiction, but gambling addiction seemed just as promising.

Naturally, I was nervous about taking photos of strangers - the aspect of having to actually speak to them, but seeing as how they're all regulars to the shop, mam knows most of them by name - so she was there to do some of the asking for me. Which I was grateful for.

Here's a few that I got:

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Today was a weird Sunday - not like my usual routine.
Nana and grandad are on holiday somewhere at a camp down south - so I didn't get my Sunday roast today.
Instead, I got a greasy English breakfast. Mam was shouting me at about 12 to come down - she'd made me a fried egg, sausages, a bit of bacon and a slice of toast. It was a nice change, I suppose.

Afterwards, we watched some Come Dine With Me and a DVD's worth of Desparate Housewives.
And unlike most Sundays, I didn't spend all day playing video games - I actually don't think I played any. :(