Mess @ MindSay

Ugh.  My house is a disaster zone.  And now josiejunk has gone AWOL, so what am I suppossed to read for entertainment?  Guess I've got to get my butt up off the couch and pick up the house because I'm having a bunch of people over for Alex's 3rd Birthday party on Saturday.

 

My house is literally torn apart.  Our kitchen is still under construction (as it has been since December) I still have no oven or stove, and no countertops.

 

There are boxes everywhere, with stuff packed away.  Our office furniture gets redelivered today, since the office is finally finished with the renovations - yippee! 

 

It seems as if I clean this house every day, and then it just gets messy again. 

 

Now I must go to the party store to get grab bags, party stuff, etc., etc.  The fun never ends!! 

Dixie currently feels:

Bored

 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 

Yesterday was great.

Only, the problem I had was: I had too much to do, and not enough time to do it in.

 

I ate lunch at my nana's house, then went down my bro's house - and spent from one till half five playing Guitar Hero II.

 

For one thing - I like GH3 a lot more than GH2. And I'd say I probably like the song lineup on GH1 more than I do on GH2.

 

So now I have played 3/4 Guitar Heroes.

I haven't played Guitar Hero Encore: Rocks The 80's.

 

But I do have the whole soundtrack on my PC.

Along with the full soundtrack to GH1, GH2 and GH3 - downloadable tracks, bonus tracks and exclusive tracks - all organised into special folders and playlists.

 

I have a very organised computer.

All of my files have to be in their own folders - all the names have to be spelt correctly, and most words need capital letters.

I cannot tolerate sloppy files.

 

 

But anyway.

There were a few songs that I really liked on GH2.

 

One mainly: Laid To Rest - by Lamb Of God.

 

That name is very misleading.

One would assume they were Christian avant-garde metal, or some such shizz.

 

Well, they're sort of "Satanic death metal", as Ian described it - but they're not. They're just another typical American heavy metal band. And they're very, very good.

 

Ian asked me round to complete all of his Medium scores with 5 stars, and unstick him on his Hard mode save.

The Thin Lizzy song; first time I'd heard it, first time I'd played it - on Hard, 5 stars, hands down.

I think I'm getting better.

 

Question)

...But how does she do it?

 

Answer)

- Dixie has been playing Guitar Hero 3 at least five days a week since Christmas 2007. She plays it for at least 4 hours on every of these days. She downloads soundtracks and listens to them. She learns the lyrics, she learns the melodies and tunes. She does finger workouts for her left hand - and having hands so small doesn't help.

Dixie keeps doing something she loves, and now she's playing Expert level happily.

 

 

 

Today seems the opposite.

I've got TONS OF TIME.

And NOTHING TO DO.

 

 

For the past few hours, I've been eating junk food (mainly Oreos, tee hee) and watching crappy telly programmes.

 

Though, I caught an old episode of my favourite gameshow EVER.

The almighty Catch Phrase.

I like it so much, I even have the BOARD GAME. :)

 

 

 

I'm getting used to this daily blogging thing.

 

Question)

...But how does she do it?

 

Answer)

- Dixie has motivation. A lot of my blogs are posted between the hours of 8:45 and 11:30.

That is the time where I get bored and have nothing else to do.

 

My photos are uploaded first with Photoshop.

Some are taken on a Kodak easyshare camera, and some are scanned.

Then they're resized with Photoshop, usually.

 

And, if I have nothing to blog about, I try to recall an event of the day, or some topic that is resting on my mind.

 

 

...There, so now you know.

 

 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 

Do you want to know how bored I was in English?

 

 

...THAT's how bored I was.

 

Give Dixie a A4 black ringbinder, a gold gel pen, and a boring English lesson - and that's what she comes up with.

 

I'm not the only one who partakes in folder destruction in 11E1, though.

 

Brett's folder is entirely white - he spends the lessons picking the black coating off.

Stephen's folder's front was ripped off entirely, and the silver latch inside torn out.

Lowrie's folder has a gaping hole carved into the front.

Everyone's folder has rips or writing on it somewhere.

 

Mine has a scuffed side, but no rips.

Mine has drawings in biro on the back, and golden randomness on the front.

 

I'm really proud of it, actually.

Tee hee.

 

 

And now for the close-ups!

 

 

"It all begins when the emo cries and the Indie rock plays."

 

...I don't know, I just decided that that corner needed something like that to spice it up.

 

 

The square root of 22 is now cabbage.

Dixie has decided.

 

Claire cleverly pointed out, that then that meant that cabbage squared was 22.

And she's correct.

Cabbage squared IS 22.

 

 

 

And that's the best one. :)

It's like those "stop reading my badges" pins.

 

Hey, it makes them all laugh, so why not.

 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 

This is really weird.

I've been deprived of Emily for nearly a week now.

I do miss her greatly - but it seems...

I don't miss her at all?

 

...It's not that I don't care. It's just, everything that relates to Emily, I just hold it in such a high regard.

I think to myself that, if I carry on thinking of Emily as this immensley huge privilage, then...

 

 

...Then maybe things will be alright...

 

...And I'm so glad that "dixie loves emily" was a suggested tag...

MindSay now knows how much I love her.

Dixie currently feels:

Annoyed

 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 

So sick of PVA glue.

So sick of staining my hands pink with drawing ink.

So sick of fabric paint all over my arms.

So sick of crepe paper getting all mushy under the glue.

So sick of cutting fabrics, glueing them down in random patterns and calling it art.

 

I FUCKING HATE TEXTILES!!!!!!!

 

 

Today we had a 3 hour exam preperation, where we did nothing for 3 hours but sit, paint in our sketchbooks and annotate random shite about and around random shite.

 

Tomorrow I have another 3 hours of Textiles, only we're starting the real exam.

And that's 3 hours of TEN.

 

...Argh, you know.

I'm a decent drawer, I'm a decent artist - I just CAN'T BE ARSED WITH TEXTILES.

 

It's one of my courses I may even come close to failing.

And I won't give a shit, to be frank.

 

 

Fuck Art & Design Textiles.

My mom recently got my brother and I a juicer.  It's a fancy one that separates the pulp out so you can put apples complete with skins in them and stuff. 

After a week, I'm really not seeing the point in it.  I could understand if this thing was meant to make juice a pitcher at a time, but the spout is too low for that to happen.

Seriously, why do these people expect me to cut up a couple apples into quarters, feed the pieces in one at a time, disassemble the machine, run the pieces through the dishwasher, then reassemble it all for one glass of apple juice?