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Thankfully I didn't have another fucking argument with Shelly today.
No, we were both relativley calm - did our usual act of not doing anything in Photography. Paul is such an arsehole.
We walked into town during our beasty break and Shelly persuaded me to buy a BLT sandwich from Greggs. I wanted to get one from college, but as per usual - when I want one, they don't have one.
They're pretty good though. I'm starting to think I actually do like mayo - just not Helmann's. I like the mayo from Greedy Joe's, I like the mayo from college and now I seem to like the mayo from Greggs. It clearly isn't Helmann's then. :)

Short blog yes - but everyone has days where there's fuck all to talk about.

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Finally, we had a fucking Wednesday without a major drama. AND, tutorial was actually fucking meaningful - shock fucking horror. :)
 
(Two sentences with the use of the F-word - fucking hell. :P)
 
Anyway - I got a little further with my UCAS application - I entered all the course details and shite - as well as adding all my qualifications. They all look ever so shiny and sexy, all the grades in a vertical line - complimenting oneanother. :)
Except the Religious Education short course GCSE of course lmfao - it's a proper D - it stands out from the rest of them because it's shit and it doesn't get a bath. (And no, I'm not referencing to Sharon, or am I? :P)
 
Media Studies was fairly pointless - but Lewis and I managed to entertain ourselves pretty well.
I found a big elastic band on the floor in the English classroom yesterday - so today I made a STATIONERY SLINGSHOT!
Two pens, a green gel pen and a red ballpoint, a piece of clay to keep the lids on - and my special elastic band.
 
I was stupidly hyper though - I mean come on, in a normal state of mind, I'd have never turned around and said: "ANNE MARIE? DO YOU LIKE MY SLINGSHOT?!"
Lewis and I expressed our hatred for this shitty assignment by doing shite all. Well, we "planned" and "thought about our ideas" - but this is Lewis' idea of planning - a badly-drawn sketch of Roseberry Topping, complete with a stick-figure Ashleigh being pushed down the side of it in her wheelchair by a stick-figure me:
 

 
But of course, I couldn't help pissing myself laughing. Lewis can make me laugh a lot sometimes. :)
 
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I managed to calm down a little for Photography.
The film I didn't end up using last weekend wasn't wasted - because I got to use it today. We were using the old film cameras - we went outside and Grahame told us to take photos of each other from weird angles. Well naturally - I'm great at all things weird.
Afterwards, we had to load our films in the DARK, DARK, DARK darkroom - which proved difficult of course, due to the sheer blackness of it.
 
Though there is one thing I like - I like the fact I can squeeze Shelly's bum and nobody can see what I'm doing. Giggle. :)
 
We haven't got the negatives or developed photos back yet - I think we have to wait until next Wednesday. Uber fail. :(
 
Since I was the only one with a watch, I was entrusted with the job of telling Shelly and Hayleigh when to shake the cannisters with the films and developer in.
So every 30 seconds, I took great delight in squealing: "SHAKE!"
 
When Grahame was explaining the different aparatus - he held up the 'funnel', which serves as the lids for the cannisters - and I can't have been listening properly, for he then exclaimed: "And this is called SATAN..."
Obviously, it made me pay attention - but it's also now going to make me think "SATAN" every time I see one of them. Mildy amusing I suppose. :)
 
I found a broken pin with a plastic end when I was in the darkroom. I was scraping it on the workbenches because I liked the sound it made. Grahame instructed me to: "Give me the NAUGHTY PIN..." - but I wouldn't give him it. I exclaimed that I'd named it Grahame, after him - and it was now my friend.
Yeah, clearly my hyper state was getting worse. :)
 
And it seemed to be at its peak in Film Studies.
I know that they all find my yawn and my sneeze hilarious - but they'd never heard my laugh until today. And of course, everyone who knows me - knows that my laugh is the most fucking ridiculous noise in existence.
I was tormenting Kayleigh with my stationery slingshot, shooting bits of rubber at her - which she kept blocking with bits of paper and files.
 
You know you're too hyper when AM turns around and tells you to keep it down because you're being disruptive. Gigglegigglesnort. :)

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Today's session with Dianne just seemed like an hour of whinging about Shelly.
Well it's not my fault - I'm supposed to talk about things that are on my mind and things that are bothering me recently - and at current, Shelly is being a bit of a twat at times.
Either way - even if it seemed I was whinging about her and nothing else, it did help a little. I got a chance to think about things I'd been putting off for a while.
 
Afterwards, I met up with Adam in the LRC.
Well, he met up with me - I was already there. He came bearing a bag full of Pringles - so I snaffled some. It's difficult to eat them quietly like. I was trying to suck them until they went soft so I could bite them and not cause a great disturbance via crunching - but that was easier thought than performed.
 
I was stressed out in English when Angela had her mini-rant about personal statements - and after she'd given me the 'stare-into-your-soul' glance, and I'd admitted I hadn't started mine - and the reason why - she said she'd help me with it if I stayed behind after the lesson. Fair do's - I would have just went straight home afterwards and continued to procrastinate and put it off anyway.
 
Oh, but Angela's a proper babe like. :D
She didn't write it for me as such - but she dictated a few starting sentences to me, giving me a clue of the type of things I needed to write.
And the fact Angela assured me that you DON'T actually need to blag about all these "positive qualities" you supposedly have as a person (naturally, I don't have ANY, so I find that task in itself impossible) - it was a lot easier than I expected it to be.
 
The majority of mine does come from writing about my interests. And because I'm so epic - most of the relate to the course I want to do at university. Hmm, now to have it critiqued by Sarah. :/

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Mondays are always a chore at college.
I did a little bit of research in media studies - but on the whole, wasted most of the lesson. I'm getting so impatient... I want to get on and film Spieluhr! Hello...? MUSICBOXPLZKTHX.

English had its moment: Angela sodded off for half the lesson to go to a "meeting" - so I amused myself with my stationery slingshot - two pens, a long elastic band, some modelling clay and bits of rubber or paper balls as ammo. Naturally, from the back of the room, Adam was giving me the: "OMG YOU SILLY COW." look.
For some reason though - when she came back, and I'd fired about 25 paper balls around the room - she instantly knew it was me. Adam told me on MSN that I'd looked really guilty though - I'd gone bright red and hung my head. Well, I do remember pretending to read, lmao. Maybe I blushed more than what I thought. :)

Damn, I wish I wasn't so easy to read. :)

My moods have been fluctuating a lot recently - I've been going from feeling relativley sane and neutral to wanting to slit my throat in the space of five minutes. Thus, I've been in this lapsed mood where I just don't DO ANYTHING - just sit at my desk or lay on my bed and literally spend hours doing shite all.
So in order to make myself more productive - to stop myself wasting all this time, today I made myself a "TO DO" list. And I will say, it worked pretty well. :)

In the space of a few hours, I managed to redraft my personal statement, update three empty blogs, wrap up half of my Christmas presents (before the sellotape died a death, of course), I tidied up my room, filmed some filler clips for the Abigail film sequence, charged my iPod, charged some batteries and generally organised my life.

I watched an episode of Desparate Housewives with mam, ate some chicken sandwiches - then spent a few hours on the phone to Shelly - multi-tasking, as I wrote blogs and wrapped gifts at the same time.

Mam and I are going to watch I'm A Celebrity every night together. I'm only really wanting to watch it because Kim Woodburn is a fucking legend. :D
She's so funny, some of the random shite she comes out with. Sam Fox is hot too - and she's a lesbian. I instantly liked her for that one trait. :)

(And Adam did answer the Social Interview question of: 'what excites me?' with the answer: 'lesbians' - which made me instantly piss. :P)

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Lmao, how awkward is it trying to play Leisuire Suit Larry when your nana and grandad are wandering around?
I've had to play the game with the fucking remote within reach - even so I could just flick onto a different channel during the naughty loading screens with the real-life models exposing their breasts. :D

I've completed it today - though I'm stuck at about 98%, now needing to proper hoarde secret tokens so I can buy the last two secrets, one from the Porn Fairy and one from Uncle Larry - but in effect, I need about 300 tokens and I only have around 35 - that means re-doing the majority of the story sequences with perfects. Wonderful. Button sequences and chat lines all over again. I doubt I'll be able to perfect some of the dodgy trampoline mini-games. Gahhh... If only I hadn't wasted so many of them.
I can mark the game down as BEATEN, but I'd rather have the shiny gold COMPLETE.

...Hmmm... To print a secret token checklist... To restart the game?
Dixie is wondering... I love it - so would it hurt to replay? It's only an 8-hour game, after all.
But saying that, I do have the mountain of un-played games.

Ian and Lisa came to nana's after they'd been to a car boot sale - they'd been selling off some of their stuff. Ian was pleased with himself, having sold a stack of wrestling magazines for £4.
They'd looked for a music box for me - and once more, to no avail - eBay is calling me... :/

Nana provided me with peanuts and Rolos and she sat and played Solitaire. When she was in the room, I couldn't really play Leisuire Suit Larry, so I gave Evil Dead another chance.

Note to self: ALWAYS USE YOUR GODDAMNED BRAIN WHEN PLAYING VIDEO GAMES.
If the FIRST level of Evil Dead has a stupid puzzle, imagine what the later ones will have.