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Dixie currently feels:
Alone
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I haven't blogged much this week.
I've been so exhausted with all of the exams and revision sessions I've been doing.
I've been coming in and falling asleep most of the time.
With everybody now leaving me, all I do now is download music and sort it out - then put it on iTunes.
So far, I only have 850 songs and 57 videos.
But tomorrow I'm going to add loads more.
The Media Studies exam on Tuesday was piss.
The two 20 mark designing questions were exactly the same as the ones we had in the mock - design a music TV programme, and design a comic front cover.
I did the same two designs.
Typically, it was the best drawing of #1263 I've ever done, and I won't get to keep it.
Those Welsh bastards at the WJEC better appriciate it.
Today I had a Geography exam.
It wasn't so easy, but it wasn't overly difficult.
I have Friday and Monday off - FOUR DAY WEEKEND - and I'm gonna chill like fuck.
I might even end up eating all the ice cubes in the freezer.
It's been so hot recently, but today, I'm wearing a hoody in the house. Mam's wearing a jacket, dad's wearing a jumper - it's so cold.
Mam upset me earlier, so I used BSR again.
I only did 5 cuts, just above my elbow, but they were quite deep.
I downloaded 'That's Not My Name' by The Ting Tings earlier.
It's a really bright and happy indie-pop song, and it cheered me up a bit.
I've tried completing The Impossible Quiz four times in the past 10 minutes.
Every single time, I died on question 107.
107! THERE'S ONLY 110!!!
I watched a video of someone complete it, and I KNOW I can do questions 108, 109 and 110.
It's just 107!
...Alright, "wearing a tie" is a suggested tag today.
I haven't worn a tie in ages.
All through the Geography revision sessions, I've sat at the back with Miraan and done nothing but draw freehand sketches of #1263.
They've all turned out quite good.
I've drawn her in her school uniform from the end of the novel, wearing #1264's huge polo shirt from Rivalry, in her favourite outfit of a white and red shirt and green shorts, and then I drew her bedraggled and distraught after Imprisonment.
I've began to write Decampment - the chapter that comes after Imprisonment.
I need to finish Perseverance, then I'll be able to post it up.
I've gone over chapter 1 of Fire of Glory, and that's ready to be re-posted.
Either today or tomorrow, or even Saturday, maybe Sunday, maybe Monday - I'll go over chapter 2 and I'll post that up as well.
Dixie currently feels:
Neutral
(That smiley looks more sarcastic than neutral...)
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Dixie's current top ten songs:
1) (F)lannigan's Ball - Dropkick Murphys
2) Let The Fire Fall - Virginia Creeper
3) Koi No Megalover - Maximum The Hormone
4) Follow The Wolves - Demon Hunter
5) Chu Chu Lovely... - Maximum The Hormone
6) Science Genius Girl - Freezepop
7) Mann Gegen Mann - Rammstein
8) Only This Moment - Royksopp
9) Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ya - Dropkick Murphys
10) Southpaw - Double You
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Oh, I don't know what I can say about today.
First lesson, IT - I was in there for only about 15 minutes, then I went to my appointment with Parry. That was alright, I got to get some stuff off my chest.
Second lesson, English - We were doing practise exam questions, and she HAD to pick the dodgiest questions ever. Some of them, I looked at and went blank. I pray that the questions in the exam coming up are more reasonable...
Third lesson, Science - This was alright, we were just revising for the upcoming exams, so I just read through section B6 in my textbook.
Fourth lesson, Maths - This is where I got seriously pissed off. I felt so sick and tired, I just put my head down on the desk, I couldn't understand a single sentence of the work she was explaining to us. I don't know if I fell asleep or not - but as she went bpast my table, she proper screamed at me to wake up.
Naturally, I shit myself, but raised my head, proper glaring like fuck at the silly cow.
Scott stood up for me though - he told her that I was feeling sick - which I was, considering I've had a stomach upset all night.
Fifth lesson, Media Studies - The final session down the CLC, I just sat with Stephen, listening to stuff on music sites, because we didn't really have anything planned for our final day on the project, it was just an optional, I decided not to do it.
Anyway.
In the library after school, I sat with Stephen, Jamie, Pips and Miraan - and we just discussed random stuff.
I was partially listening, because I was working on this:
Another wonderful drawing of #1263. :)
- Which shall be posted up to DeviantArt soon, too.
Speaking of #1263, I've been working on the first chapter: Perserverance.
I've wrote #1263:TB in such a manner, the chapters can be read in any order.
So I write them in a weird order.
But I'm starting to want to start posting it up to FPC, so I'm going to have to do them in order.
Perserverance is one of the hardest chapters to write, though.
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This noble knight is standing in wait for her fair maiden to return.
And continuing on from entry 32 - here is the scene from Stand By Me that inspired the section below from chapter 42 of Fire Of Glory.
I only realised today that I'm the one playing the FoG role of Lard Ass.
Tee hee... Oh well. :)
"Okay, you all know the rules. This is a NU-NH contest, no hands or forks allowed - 'kay?"
He took out a whistle. "Oh my mark..."
"Three... Two... One..." He blew it hard, and everyone set off.
SPLAT! LuigiGirl buried her face into the pie below her.
Everyone else did likewise, forgetting all possible table-manners, munching like pigs that’d just finished dieting.
Dixie was the first to finish hers first. "Done!" She called, and a Koopa threw another pie down onto the table in front of her.
"Done!" Andrew called, only seconds after Dixie.
"Done!" LuigiGirl called afterwards, as another pie was set in front of her.
A few moments later, everyone was onto their third pies, their faces covered with thick berry-filling.
"Good, huh?" Dixie asked, in-between mouthfuls.
"Nothin' better!" LuigiGirl exclaimed.
"Done!" Dixie announced, onto her fourth.
Andrew glared at her, plunging his face right into the centre of his pie, almost swallowing the whole contents of the dish in one go. "Done!"
"Done!" LuigiGirl called afterwards.
The contest ran steady for the next several minutes, Dixie leading with nine pies, Andrew on seven, LuigiGirl on six, Mack, Donovan, Edward and Zed on five.
"Take it easy Dixie!" Koopinator warned.
"Done!" LuigiGirl called. "He's right, take it easy, eh?" She said, before yet another pie was set in front of her.
Dixie ignored them both. "Done!" She yelled, before shoving her face into her tenth pie.
A few moments later, she began choking, coughing and spluttering loudly.
She grabbed her glass, and chugged the whole pint of 'water' down in one go.
LuigiGirl raised her head, glancing awkwardly at her partner. "Done!" She called. "Geez, we told ya to-"
Dixie stopped, bringing her head up.
"Oh..." She groaned, clutching her stomach. "Suddenly I... I don't feel so good..."
"Are you okay?" LuigiGirl asked, beginning to slightly panic.
Dixie slowly stood up from her chair, her stomach growling rabidly, like a wild dog.
Andrew pulled his head free from his ninth pie.
"Hey-hey, what's up? Has poor little Dixie got a tummy ache? Pah, you'll never make it as far as me!" He mocked.
"Keep eatin' those pies, Bandwidth! It was great to have you quiet for more than three seconds!" LuigiGirl growled.
"Pah." Andrew said again, sneering at Dixie. "She's a wuss, never will beat the almighty Bandwidth at eating contests!"
"Andrew..." Dixie coughed. "You better shut up... Or I'll-"
Dixie gasped, her eyes rolling backwards in fear.
She opened her mouth to finish her sentence - but a cascading waterfall of purple vomit erupted from her throat, tumbling from her mouth, and drenching Andrew in a purple sticky mess.
Dixie didn't stop, she continued breathing fire for around two minutes - by this time, Andrew had almost drowned in the purple sea, and the floor had somehow flooded too.
Dixie coughed hard, before closing her eyes, and tumbling backwards, landing with a hard thump on the floor.
As I mentioned in post 30 - I downloaded the film Stand By Me today, over Limewire.
Emily and I are working on a novel together, entitled "Fire Of Glory."
It's actually a slight work of fan fiction, and thus, the reason why we posted it on FFN.
You can find it right here.
Two scenes from this film inspired two scenes in Fire Of Glory. The events themselves are indeed familiar - but because it's only fan fiction, we have no need for charges being filed. :)
An event in chapter 91 is inspired by a song by The Click Five, Just The Girl.
An event in chapter 25 is inspired by an episode of Dexter's Labratory.
The whole of chapter 45, I got the idea from watching a clip from Balls Of Steel.
The video above inspired this scene from chapter 38:
Dixie stopped, a look of fear spread over her face.
"Err... LG... What's that?!" She gasped, pointing at her partner's neck.
"What's what?"
"Oh... Crap!" Dixie gasped. "Don't tell me..."
"What?"
Dixie tugged her right arm out of the murky water. Several black, slimy creatures were affixed to her skin.
Dixie screamed, wading furiously towards the bank.
"Leeches!" She yelped, attempting to pull them off.
LuigiGirl's jaw dropped. "First Piranhas, now these little buggers!?" She yelled. "We've gotta get some help!"
"No!" Dixie hissed, holding out her arm for LuigiGirl to grab onto.
"Quick, get out!" She whispered, attempting to tug the blood-sucking creatures from her arms.
LuigiGirl took her hand, being pulled violently out of the water. "Get 'em off!" She cried, in fear.
"Don't panic!" Dixie said, although she was indeed panicking herself. "They'll release their grip if you just relax your arm."
"Relax!?" LuigiGirl asked. "How can I RELAX!?"
"LG...!" Dixie hissed. "Stop yelling!"
"Sorry." LuigiGirl sighed, watching the black parasites squirm along her arm. "It feels disgusting."
"I know..." Dixie winced, tugging the final one from her wrist. Both girls were now covered with red bite marks, most of them bleeding.
Chapter 5 - Kissing Miss Pierce
We're in the back of Poker Face's dad's truck. It's me, Camilla, Bret, Terrence, Nina, Jill, Dana, Tara and Poker Face's girlfriend is squished up front with Summer's enemy/friend from high school, Becca Lariat, and Summer and her boyfriend, Rob Tabler, and some British guy named Euan Bennett and his girl, Darcy, who's from Vegas, and, of course, Sven Anderson.
Tara says she's cold, and as the other girls shiver, Bret takes off his jacket and puts it around Tara (who thought to wear a tank top) and she smiles at him and I see her mouth a 'thank you' back at him and I see Bret blush a little and he looks down at his lap and I hope it's only me and him that sees his enormous woody poking out of his slacks.
Terrence turns to me and I hear something of a grunt come from his mouth and I think maybe Terrence noticed it, too, or maybe he was trying to make fun of the niceness of the situation, but I'll never know because Terrence grunts as much as Bret mumbles.
Camilla snuggles her head deeply into my chest and then she raises up her lips to my ear and she says, "I think Bret's penis likes my roommate."
I smirk and say to myself, 'Unreal' and place my hand over Camilla's eyes and then I kiss her forehead, but not before I say, "I know who's penis likes Tara's roommate", and her hand goes down my pants.
I'm glad I wrapped us up in the extra blanket we brought.
I can't help but look up at the stars as she plays with me.
We reach the river and set up our temporary camp and get the bonfire going, but Camilla wants to go for a walk because she misses New Mexico and this is the first time she's been outside the city since she moved here, so we go.
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All I hear is the river and I'm still carrying the one blanket we planned to picnic on and the basket with the grub and swigs we planned to engulf out here in the wild. They're starting to get heavy but I don't say so but I stop anyway and Camilla's asks what's going on and I say we should sit for awhile and listen for anyone nearby, but then Camilla starts to whisper funny things in my ear. And then the funny turns to slower sentences and I sense her breathing has become slightly heavy, too.
I listen and I smile.
Her voice is soothing and it's then I realize that Lin Sue Shepherd has moved down to number two on my "list". I never thought the local newscaster's voice could ever be replaced, but Camilla's voice has her beat and I turn all my attention back to her.
Her voice has also made a heartbeat in my shorts.
Actually, it isn’t until then that I turn all my attention back to her.
We kiss like the predestined lovers we feel we are and after I pain-stakingly unfold the extra blanket we brought and carefully press every crease out of it as I set it over the cool desert floor I turn to her to tell her I'm ready and she's already naked.
Beautiful.
She sees the serenity in my eyes as I stare at her in all her moonlit glory and she smiles back a comparable serene smile and walks up and against me and our tongues make their own kind of love.
Then we make our own special kind, taking turns mooning the moon.
I love making love with Camilla Dorsthe Pierce.
I'm not sure how long we spent in our affections and private displays of caring but I eventually find myself lying back with Camilla on my chest asking me if I ever wanted to be a teacher.
I tell her I already tried and she asks when and how.
Then, I explain:
"Of the coolest kids, who were Junior's at Mountain View during my Senior year there, Doug Oleynik was the third coolest.
Nobody would argue about me being the hypercoolest of all, of course, and especially my own grade, all of whom I'd known since Kindergarten, so looking down on the masses: the paupers, dukes, heroes, dogs, jesters, and viceroys, I had sort of taken Doug under my wing, since I saw his potential the summer before my own Junior year, when he tried to pick a fight, with me and my buddies, on Mill Avenue, and he with his gaggle of Junior-High-Schoolers, I think one seventh-grader included.
He was impressive.
I had only tried to run over his bike and he on it just 'cos it was camped on the parking spots I wanted at Tempe Town Lake Park.
The fire in his eyes, as he said, "Hey, you fuck! Them's fighting outrageously horrible double-parking skills!" (complete with a drawl, even though he wasn't a cowboy) reminded me of a younger, Italian (or maybe he was Mexican) version of me, and he pretended to roll up his sleeves (because he had no shirt on) and he dashed his lean, tanned body over to my window and gave me a black eye.
That's the only wound any of the five of us got because we pounded those lunch-bench-pimp-life-dreamers into a bloody, pulp-like ghoulash, that didn't match any of the snazzy art or decor in the park.
Then, later that summer, his family stayed at a beachhouse near ours outside of San Diego and now we're pals.
He had some damn potential and I was gonna mold him.
I knew he'd never pass the Junior Class' Official Number One: "Handsome Himself", Keller Campagna. (Lindsay Warmuth actually made him a gods-awful shirt that said that on the front. He loved it and made it look good.) Kelly was a captain of the football team, the Junior Class President, on Honor Roll, and Terry Giles had mentioned he had a really long dick.
And then she said it was really thick and that she wanted to ride it again sometime soon, but that she'd settle for mine at the time being because I was a Senior and her Homecoming date was making out with that fag, Jason, in the locker cage at present, which is wierd, because I never thought Bob was a homo.
Then, at #2, Doug had to contend with the Wagstaff twins, Kurt and Court, who, for Juniors, could pass for NFL seasoned veterans; they never seemed to shave, which seemed to drive the girls crazy, and one of the girls tennis coaches. They had pubic hair in third grade, was the rumor. Who could ever top that? (Well, yeah, Kelly; who, I guess, was the true Wagstaff.)
My mission was to get Doug Oleynik to 3rd position of cool and to keep him there, which wasn't really too difficult to manage, but at one point we had to deal with the guy we called Nairobi; he was a foreign exchange student from somewhere in Africa. And he was only cool because he always said, "It piss me off!", even about the smallest things, and we always got a kick out of that: "It piss me off!" but he smelled like rotting, larvae-infested fruit, and I know first-hand 'cos my nose smashed into his armpit once in P.E. when he fouled me playing basketball, but I didn't have to have that experience to know what his pits smelled like, he was so tall anyway, everyone knew.
We all talked about it. We'd say, "Gods! Nairobi stinks! It piss me off!" or "It piss me off I have to wear two brands of cologne just to be around Nairobi!" Africa needs to invent deodorant or Axe body spray.
Or Lever 2000.
Anyway, Doug and I had a great time his Junior year, so it really bummed me out when his dad cut off his little sister's head, while they were camping out in New Mexico, 'cos he didn't take his meds and also he thought she was the devil. (I guess cutting off the devil's head would kill the devil.)
He was never the same after having to watch that from the bushes, right off the side of the road, because his dad had just pulled over and his sister had told him to run.
I never saw his stab wound. They said it pierced his lung in the back. He must have been wheezing in those bushes. Wheezing blood.
Gross.
I heard he got heavily into drugs and periodically signs in and out of mental institutions.
His sister was deformed.
And mildly retarded.
I felt like a failure. All my plans for him. I didn't have to help him get laid, but I introduced him to all the important people and to dealers. He could have been cooler. Too bad he had a sucky family.
To me, Doug and I, we're still pals.
I think his dad was Islam. That didn't help him in prison when the towers fiasco went down.
A skinhead ate his eye. I don't know which one."
I yawn like Chewbacca.
"I'm tired", I say.
Camilla's asleep. She'll never know how much of a loser I was.
I'm not a loser. Loser's don't wrap the retro red and white checkered picnic blanket around the most beautiful sleeping girl in the wilderness right now.
I can't believe I got us lost.
I can't believe then it rained.
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---Stoke-on-Trent
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