Meh @ MindSay

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Today didn't have a good start. We had Shelly ringing me up like 5 minutes before I was due to leave the house to go to nana's - asking if she was seeing me today. Now I know she leaves things till the last possible second, but that was just fucking plain ridiculous. I don't think I was proper snappy about it, but I was firm - so she got all pissy about it and hung up on me. The slag.

I took my PS2 to nana's and spent the majority of the day playing Guitar Hero and Canis Canem Edit while nana sat on her PC and played Mahjong - and annoyed me with silly questions about her Facebook.

Ian and Lisa stopped by for dinner too. We talked about our costumes that we're wearing to Ian's Halloween party next Saturday. It should be pretty epic - Lisa's invited Shelly too. She isn't sure about what she's coming as yet. I showed them a photo of the costume that came yesterday - and Ian showed me a photo of the character he's going to be. I'm still not fully clear on what Lisa is planning, so we'll just have to wait and see.

I finished off the whole medium career on Guitar Hero, got from the end of chapter 1 to the start of chapter 3 on Canis Canem Edit - and talked Ian into doing a few of the Emily & Florence penalty shoot-out mini-games on Little Britain: The Video Game. Together, we've sort of worked out how it's supposed to be done - so I reckon I could have a better chance at doing it myself now. Hmmm.

Today's moment of utter hilarity:

Today is mam and dad's wedding anniversary. I don't do anniversaries, but nana got me a card for them. Anniversaries should be reserved for the couple, I reckon. Like Valentine's Day.
Either way - nana asked me if they were going out tonight - and I responded:
"I dunno, if mam finishes late, she'd be in a right MAD PANIC HURRY."

Nana started pissing herself - she thought I'd said mam would be having a MAGPIE CURRY.
Oh really nana. :P

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Yet another Friday of dealing with nothing.
Film Studies was minorly amusing. I spent most of the time talking to Conway and the lad who sits with her. We were making posters that outlined conventions of a particular film genre. Proper everyone picked horror - it was an opportunity to draw knives and blood splatters on the page. :)

When I got home, mam and I watched Desparate Housewives for hours on end. :)

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I was in a terrible mood all day. I only really cheered up when I got home.
I was tired when I woke up, and I couldn't be arsed walking to Eston for the bus - but I had to, because neither mam or dad would take me to college. Twats.
Media Studies was meh, as was English - though in English, all we really did was organise our folders then make more notes on the theorists. It wasn't exactly a strenuous lesson. In Media Studies, we sort of wasted our time "researching" for our coursework - but at last, I actually have a reasonable idea.
 
I met up with Shelly during the lunch break and we instantly moved - as we were sat on the tables by construction and were surrounded by chavs on all sides. We went to the LRC and I started working on this new coursework idea.
For my essay, I'll write about how Rammstein use controversial issues to attract their audience - and I'll either analyse the Mein Teil video or the lyrics. That's the best song I could possibly choose. And I also analysed it 3 years ago for GCSE Media Studies - so I know exactly what I'd write. :P
 
For the production, I wanted to go down the music route with the essay and make a music video to go with it. It's taken me weeks to decide on what band - but the second I did - I instantly chose the song.
 
I needed something that:
a) didn't already have a music video
b) was slightly controversial
c) but wasn't so controversial, the music video would consist of me raping my friends for 3 minutes
 
I cycled through Lisa for a while, going through all the Rammstein songs - and the only ones that stuck out were Spieluhr, Spiel Mit Mir and Stein Um Stein.
 
Stein Um Stein would be semi-impossible to make a video from, and Spiel Mit Mir - well, how would you make a video about insest between two siblings? Pray tell?
So I've settled on Spieluhr. A depressed child who decides to die is fairly controversial, isn't it?
 
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Photography is where I got super-pissed off though.
I'm so sick of Paul treating Shelly like shit. He's looking for any excuse to throw her off the course. He even sunk as low as to ask her if she had a GCSE in Art - which she owned him with, because she actually has - and most of the new AS students, even Lewis - don't have one.
 
When he started moaning at her about not going out and taking photos - opting to do research - which by the way, I was doing myself - I snapped and ended up shouting at him. I said he couldn't moan at her for doing something I was doing also. And Shelly actually has some photos from the weekend - I don't.
 
He's such a fucking prick. Seriously.
 
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The highlight of tonight had to be attacking the freezer with mam.
It's had the door left open, so the ice has started to PROPER build up inside to the point where the door won't shut properly.
So we got buckets - mam used a meat cleaver and I used a wooden spatula - and we mashed most of the ice up out of there. It was oddly fun. :D
 
The sink is currently full of the stuff, there's a proper mountain of ice shavings and chunks about half a metre high. It was fun, even though I got my socks wet.
 
We finished the night with the last episode of Desparate Housewives that Paul had burned for us - we're now waiting for the next DVDs. Then I talked on the phone with Shelly for a while before I got to sleep - offering her my moral support and coaching as to how to be an epic We Love Katamari player. :P

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Everyone loves Katamari. :P
I took my PS2 along to nana's today. I was hoping they'd stopped being pricks about the whole personal message thing - and it does seem that they have done. Thank fuck for that.
While I was there, nana played Solitaire and I talked to her while I alternated between We Love Katamari, Parappa The Rapper 2 and Guitar Hero II.
 
I've managed to complete PTR2 on easy and medium difficulties - and I'm up to the last level on hard. It's a pain in the arse though. I hate leading the song, I always cock up my timing beyond what's acceptable.
And with the completion of the last basic Katamari missions - I was able to finally ROLL UP THE SUN.
I actually didn't think I'd manage it, but all seemed to go well - and I watched the sexy credits. I've unlocked some extra levels too. Now I've BEATEN it, I'm going to MASTER it - by getting all the items, presents, cousins and a hell of a lot more speedy comets. :D
 
When I came home, mam and I watched a few discs of Desparate Housewives and ate Hula Hoops together. We were awake until like 1 in the morning, so I was knackered - thus making it fairly easy for me to get to sleep. :)
 
I've decided to change my idea of what to get Shelly for her birthday.
I've declined the idea of GH action figures - namely because they've like tripled in price since the last time I looked them up - but I'm not writing my idea here - I don't know if Shelly still reads this from time to time. We can't be having the surprise spoiled, now can we? :P

Ugh, I am always so busy!! Stupid reading logs! Stupid current events! Stupid, stupid math!!! >_<

I wish I had more time to blog, read, and be outside. . .

Meh.