Picture @ MindSay

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I made a fair bit of progress with this music video script today.
In my beasty gap between my lessons, I went to the LRC and wrote up more of my script, along with noting down all the needed props, locations, make-up and costumes.
I've asked Sarah if we could come in during the half-term break (like she'd offered) to film a bit of it - and she seems okay with it.
It is a bit weird though, I'm seriously planning ahead with it all and Ash doesn't even know about it yet. ...Mmmm, I wonder what her thoughts will be. I suppose we'll find out at the end of the week...

And I had a think about my Addictions themed project for Photography - I made this sexy brainstorm:



(Not that you can read it, it's been re-sized too much. :P)

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When I'd finished English, I went to leave via the stairs by the town entrance - but I fell down them.
I was sat there for like five minutes, I'd hurt both of my legs and I couldn't stand up - yet nobody even asked if I was alright - I literally had like 10 people walk by and just LOOK AT ME, as if to say: WHAT DID YOU FALL DOWN THE STAIRS FOR MATE?

After limping to the bus station and getting home - I looked under my jeans and found that my left ankle is seriously swollen, like 3 times its normal size, and I have a beasty 5-inch wide bruise on my right shin. There's no need like.

I tried to cheer myself up by planning out more ideas for the Spieluhr video.
I tried out my idea for The Overseer costume - after finding a pair of PERFECT sunglasses that belong to my daddy. They're exactly how I pictured them. Big, but not huge, dark, but not black. I took a photo:



I think sunglasses suit me like. :P

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Despite Wednesday clearly being the best timetabled college day, it made no difference to my shitty mood.
Now, it's very easy to tell when I don't like someone. I notice it myself, and other people have told me they've noticed when I've been introduced to someone new and I clearly didn't show like for them.
 
I'm just wondering, did the new Media/Film tutor notice it too?
Because Sarah apparently teaches too many hours, now we've been assigned a new tutor for her lessons on Wednesdays, so instead of getting a double does of Sarah, I'm stuck with this dyke on a stick for three hours.
Not that I can talk, but for Christ's sake, I'M not a stereotype.
 
Either way, I don't like strangers. I think I made my point loud and clear.
I especially don't like strangers who treat me like a fucking dunce. I got one of the highest marks - does she not look at the registers and realise these things? Lewis too, yet we were all being treated like that. Oh, how it enraged me.
 
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I had an odd burst of hyperness in Photography though.
All was very weird. We were doing an assignment where we were instructed to take close-up images of single objects that supposedly had some sort of iconic representation.
 
I'd brought in a bag of stuff from my epic top drawer in the purple cabinet. Where I keep all of my practical joke implements, toy soldiers and generally pointless yet cool things.
I went with the theme of "Boys Toys" and took photos of Mexican jumping beans, fake spiders, water pistols, cap guns, Beyblades and toy soldiers:
 









 
I think they're reasonable, but because of the high exposure to the light, due to me taking them next to the window, a lot of the ones I took went out of focus and blurred.
 
Hayley was taking photos of the one thing she'd brought - a box of strawberries.
She'd discarded the ones that had been on the benches in the art rooms, so I picked one up and played with it for a while - namely dropping it into Michelle's hood and generally annoying her. It amused me, at least.
 
And lmfao - here's an epic photo of Michelle being rather strange:
 

 
After the lesson, the strawberry met its demise when I dropped it at the bottom of the stairs and jumped on it. It was fairly amusing, but rendered my epic shoes with sticky red goo all up the side of them. I shall have to attend to that later.
 
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When I got home, I attened to my usual menial tasks of checking e-mails, sorting FarmVille, emptying my college backpack and cleaning my room.
Seriously, it's tidy when I go to sleep, when I wake up - there's stuff everywhere. It wouldn't surprise me if I was a sleepwalker.
 
Dad made me some homemade chips and meatballs - which were fucking epic.
I was on the phone to Shelly at the time, and dad was faffing about with his Amio - so I went to the landing and shouted over the bannister: "OI, YOU BETTER NOT BURN MY MEATBALLS!!" - and Shelly absolutley pissed herself for like 10 minutes.
 
I suppose it was a similar scenario to Adam and I with the: "I DON'T LIKE PIE!" :)
 
When mam came back, I got off the phone to Shelly, giggling to myself because we both knew why I had to go so suddenly.
Then came the second night this week of the Desparate Housewives marathon. Oh, it's getting proper weird now. It's so fucked the amount of characters they've killed off.
I love it, but there's some characters that are absolute cunts, so sometimes I get really angry about it. Grrr.
 
And it's weird, mam and I share the same judgement about it - we say that "this one will be the last" - and then we end up saying it again like 3 hours later. :)
At least mam lets me pause it while I go for a piss.
 
I usually say: "Maaaaam.. Pause it..." - she asks why - "Because I need to peeeeeeeeeeeee..."


 

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Thursdays are now destined to be super-shitty.
Why? Because the college timetable opens with English Language as the morning lesson. Just no. I can't fucking face Angela at 9AM.

And I'm so thankful I've ended up with Angela, because if I'd had Sue - today would have been my first and last A2 English lesson. Fuck that.

But it was a waste of time. All she did was hand out endless wodges of notes and dividers for us to categorise shite. I was so bored I resorted to doing what I did for the entire course of year 11 English lessons - writing all over my ringbinder with gold pen.

I also used silver and permanent marker. I wrote RADIOACTIVE SAUSAGE on the back with black, then outlined it in silver. It looks proper mint. :)

In my break, I started working on a new drawing. I continued it throughout Photography and the break afterwards, as in the Photography lesson - due to the sever being all fucky and not letting us log-on so we could edit our stuff - we practically ended up doing nothing.
Oh, we had a mini-lecture on manual settings and apature, but I'm still pretty in the dark about them. :/

Either way, here's my drawing.
Ashleigh Sparrow, naturally. DATWBSVOH must be saved soon... I hope it manages...



Oddly enough, it doesn't have any major glaring mistakes. I did her hair a bit of a weird colour, and I made her look a tad TOO angry and psychotic - but I didn't cock up the hands - which is good. :)

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When I got home, I ate pizza and played Banjo-Kazooie.
I loaded up the save I started last time Ash asked me to play it - and I fully completed 4 more worlds - bringing my grand total to 8/9 worlds complete.
I'd even managed to get all 100 fucking notes on RUSTY BUCKET BAY. Something I'd never done before.

Bloody Click Clock Wood was causing me the most aggravation, but after I'd sat there for another hour pissing around with guides and attempting to calm myself  after numerous suicide jumps from the top of the 100-foot high tree - I managed to get all 100 notes on that level too.

But then I was faced with the final boss.
I don't know if I was tired, or if I was just shit - but I just couldn't do it.
I ended up turning it off in the end.
I plan to re-attempt it tomorrow... If all goes well, we have a shiny 100% completion on our hands.

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I've spent a good day with Shelly today. :)
We were alone for a good portion of it - so all was fun... Tee hee.

When we were being good, we drank Pepsi and blackcurrant, listened to King Diamond and played with my modelling clay.
I made Sonic today - because Shelly likes him.
I think it's pretty good:





Shelly didn't want her photo taken today. :)

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Shelly had said that she was going to help me to get writing DATWBSVOH today.
We talked about it for a while but it ended up depressing me, so I sat in the space between my drawers and my bed and cried for a while. Shelly got upset too.

Mam came in, being a nosey cunt and asked what was happening and I said it was nothing she could help me with.
As soon as Shelly had gone - mam had a fit and kicked off, the stupid cunt - calling me a martyr and all this bollocks. Hmmm yes - that's the best way to speak to someone who has continual and frequent thoughts of self-harm and suicide isn't it?