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[Blog #323] --- Depressed --- [Saturday] - Behind The Mask
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I didn't even want to see Shelly and Ashleigh today.
I told Shelly this last night, but she half-persuaded me to see them. She said if I was depressed and lonely, I'd only get worse. I did say to her that sometimes I lapse further even when I'm with people I like.
Although for the majority of the day, I've been wearing my mask - I've felt shit inside.
Shelly came at fucking nine in the morning - waking me and my mother up in the process. She laid in bed with me while I tried to wake up properly. She did try it on with me - but I was far from in the mood.
A few hours later she did persuade me, but I didn't enjoy it. It made me feel worse. I shouldn't ever let her when I feel that fucking shit.
Mam went off to ASDA, after she'd asked me to make her a list - but THIS was after she'd had a big fuck off go at me for barely anything. All I did was say that dad was a knob - which he fucking is, and she even agrees with me 99.99% of the fucking time - but nooo, the 0.01% of the time she doesn't agree with me was today - and she decided to have a rant at me about fucking nothing.
At the time, I was holding one of my zebra grip pens - the same ones I've used to cut myself in exams and when I punched Ash - by snapping off the metal clip, exposing the sharp join to the plastic - so on my way back upstairs, I did two vertical slices down my left arm.
I managed to keep my tears back - Shelly held me in her arms while I tried to calm down. I did write the list, but I didn't want to face the cunt again so I sent her down with it.
Ash came at half 12 and we played Guitar Hero 5.
Mam was gone for fucking hours, so we got to play on the drums without being ranted at. I managed to get a few diamond ranks on the challenges. Expert + is ever so fun.
Then we swapped to GH: Greatest Hits - Ash wanted to go on drums, so Shelly stayed on guitar and I went on vocals. We each picked two songs - Shelly picked Electric Eye and Bark At The Moon, Ash picked Heart-Shaped Box and Beast And The Harlot and I picked Caught In A Mosh and Play With Me - and only one of those six songs is of a moderate difficulty - the other five are all well high in the setlist.
I do know the majority of the songs on GH:GH though - and the ones I don't know, I could take a good guess at.
When mam came back, we expected her to have a rant at Ash - but instead, she came bearing the top hat that Mally had said he'd lend me for Spieluhr and a MUSIC BOX. :D
Well, it's a jewellery box, but it does have a winding key and a spinning figure inside. Well... It DID have - but it's broken off. The tripod inside does still spin - so using a piece of putty rubber, I've fixed the little cat off my old charm necklace to it - and it makes a pretty cool replacement.
The box made me feel all nostalgic though - I remembered playing with it when I was little. :/
Ash of course, just HAD to try on the top hat:
Shelly and I ate some hot dogs - Ash declined them, as she was set to be having a big meal when she went home.
We must've spent like an hour deciding on what we were going to do. Seriously, we ought to plan Saturdays in fucking advance, we must waste at least 1/6 of the day pondering what we're going to fucking do.
I showed Ash one of my ideas for an RCP video - via the screening of Sally's First Movie - a badly animated video I made when I was like 15. I was ever so surprised when both Ash and Shelly were amused by it.
Following this, I let them have the run of my condemned files on Mr. Maxtor - I let them watch some random videos of me at this tender age. Sigh. Shelly said I was cute. I fucking wasn't, I was the biggest cunt ever at 15.
I'm not a cunt now, I'm just a twat. I seem to have improved.
Eventually - we decided on Evil Dead: A Fistful Of Boomstick.
It was so cool - Shelly and I were cuddled up under my duvet and Ash was sat on the end of the bed. I'm glad they both don't mind watching me play games, for I am one of these people who enjoys being watched. Ash and I were in fits at the orgasmic secretary - the one who sounds proper pleasured every time she exclaims the character's name.
"OH ASH... SAY SOMETHING HEROIC!"
I've now finished off the second level and I've saved it around halfway through the third one.
Shelly fell asleep on me at one point - and I could only put up with her snoring for 10 minutes before we made her wake up.
Of course, I also felt obliged to show them both some hilarious FMV movies from Leisure Suit Larry. Shelly was more amused than Ash - but I think they were both generally disturbed by the Harriet X Twiggy scene. :)
Ash sodded off at seven, so Shelly and I got some time alone again.
Shelly loves me - she's done that what she said she hates doing - and I fucking love it. I can't wait till after Christmas, then I'll join her in doing it also.
For tea, I made us chicken fingers and spaghetti. I had a random craving for them so I put them on mam's shopping list. I ate my spaghetti cold with three slices of bread, Shelly's was warm and she had two slices.
At 9:20, I went downstairs with Shelly and watched I'm A Celebrity with mam and dad. Today's episode was fucking hilarious like. I didn't realise watching someone force down fish eyeballs and bork several times could be so damn funny. Mam took her home afterwards.
I wanted to fucking do our RCP introductory video today as well. They both fucking knew I did - but NOOOO...
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I had a rethink about The Overseer costume. I've had a brainwave.
Who else wears a top hat and a suit jacket? Instead of wearing sunglasses, why not wear corpse paint like King Diamond? :)
I actually do think it would look pretty mint. Shelly agreed with me when she rang me.
Why she fucking rang me, I don't know - has she not spent enough time with me today, Christ's sake. Can I not have a fucking moment of peace.
With that being said, it wasn't just Shelly being annoying - we had Adam, ranting ten to the dozen about Matty - and we all know I don't give two flying fucks about him - so I danced around the point, only answering the comments I wanted to. Adam didn't bother me that much though - he didn't fucking upset me like Lewis did.
Problem with him is though, he doesn't fucking realise when he's actually upsetting me. I NEVER want to fucking discuss university, UCAS or anything fucking related - so when he's on a fucking rant about it, I'm obviously not going to be happy about it.
Then the fucking arsehole has the nerve to tell me to grow up and he doesn't understand my problems. Well who the fuck cares? I don't want him to fucking understand - did I tell him to? Did I say I wanted him to? He doesn't fucking NEED TO. And when I'm answering someone with ONE WORD ANSWERS, that clearly fucking means I don't want to talk about whatever they're discussing.
And from fucking university to then talking about the bastard film sequence - WHICH HE KNOWS I don't want to assemble or even THINK about - so that got me even more upset.
I'm fucking lapsed out to fuck at the moment - I have been for the past few days, since around fucking Thursday. There's only one thing that can lift me from it, and it's not going to happen - so I'm soon to abandon all hopes of ever getting out of this one easily.
Dixie currently feels:
Depressed
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Blog #323
Behind The Mask
Behind The Mask
I didn't even want to see Shelly and Ashleigh today.
I told Shelly this last night, but she half-persuaded me to see them. She said if I was depressed and lonely, I'd only get worse. I did say to her that sometimes I lapse further even when I'm with people I like.
Although for the majority of the day, I've been wearing my mask - I've felt shit inside.
Shelly came at fucking nine in the morning - waking me and my mother up in the process. She laid in bed with me while I tried to wake up properly. She did try it on with me - but I was far from in the mood.
A few hours later she did persuade me, but I didn't enjoy it. It made me feel worse. I shouldn't ever let her when I feel that fucking shit.
Mam went off to ASDA, after she'd asked me to make her a list - but THIS was after she'd had a big fuck off go at me for barely anything. All I did was say that dad was a knob - which he fucking is, and she even agrees with me 99.99% of the fucking time - but nooo, the 0.01% of the time she doesn't agree with me was today - and she decided to have a rant at me about fucking nothing.
At the time, I was holding one of my zebra grip pens - the same ones I've used to cut myself in exams and when I punched Ash - by snapping off the metal clip, exposing the sharp join to the plastic - so on my way back upstairs, I did two vertical slices down my left arm.
I managed to keep my tears back - Shelly held me in her arms while I tried to calm down. I did write the list, but I didn't want to face the cunt again so I sent her down with it.
Ash came at half 12 and we played Guitar Hero 5.
Mam was gone for fucking hours, so we got to play on the drums without being ranted at. I managed to get a few diamond ranks on the challenges. Expert + is ever so fun.
Then we swapped to GH: Greatest Hits - Ash wanted to go on drums, so Shelly stayed on guitar and I went on vocals. We each picked two songs - Shelly picked Electric Eye and Bark At The Moon, Ash picked Heart-Shaped Box and Beast And The Harlot and I picked Caught In A Mosh and Play With Me - and only one of those six songs is of a moderate difficulty - the other five are all well high in the setlist.
I do know the majority of the songs on GH:GH though - and the ones I don't know, I could take a good guess at.
When mam came back, we expected her to have a rant at Ash - but instead, she came bearing the top hat that Mally had said he'd lend me for Spieluhr and a MUSIC BOX. :D
Well, it's a jewellery box, but it does have a winding key and a spinning figure inside. Well... It DID have - but it's broken off. The tripod inside does still spin - so using a piece of putty rubber, I've fixed the little cat off my old charm necklace to it - and it makes a pretty cool replacement.
The box made me feel all nostalgic though - I remembered playing with it when I was little. :/
Ash of course, just HAD to try on the top hat:
Shelly and I ate some hot dogs - Ash declined them, as she was set to be having a big meal when she went home.
We must've spent like an hour deciding on what we were going to do. Seriously, we ought to plan Saturdays in fucking advance, we must waste at least 1/6 of the day pondering what we're going to fucking do.
I showed Ash one of my ideas for an RCP video - via the screening of Sally's First Movie - a badly animated video I made when I was like 15. I was ever so surprised when both Ash and Shelly were amused by it.
Following this, I let them have the run of my condemned files on Mr. Maxtor - I let them watch some random videos of me at this tender age. Sigh. Shelly said I was cute. I fucking wasn't, I was the biggest cunt ever at 15.
I'm not a cunt now, I'm just a twat. I seem to have improved.
Eventually - we decided on Evil Dead: A Fistful Of Boomstick.
It was so cool - Shelly and I were cuddled up under my duvet and Ash was sat on the end of the bed. I'm glad they both don't mind watching me play games, for I am one of these people who enjoys being watched. Ash and I were in fits at the orgasmic secretary - the one who sounds proper pleasured every time she exclaims the character's name.
"OH ASH... SAY SOMETHING HEROIC!"
I've now finished off the second level and I've saved it around halfway through the third one.
Shelly fell asleep on me at one point - and I could only put up with her snoring for 10 minutes before we made her wake up.
Of course, I also felt obliged to show them both some hilarious FMV movies from Leisure Suit Larry. Shelly was more amused than Ash - but I think they were both generally disturbed by the Harriet X Twiggy scene. :)
Ash sodded off at seven, so Shelly and I got some time alone again.
Shelly loves me - she's done that what she said she hates doing - and I fucking love it. I can't wait till after Christmas, then I'll join her in doing it also.
For tea, I made us chicken fingers and spaghetti. I had a random craving for them so I put them on mam's shopping list. I ate my spaghetti cold with three slices of bread, Shelly's was warm and she had two slices.
At 9:20, I went downstairs with Shelly and watched I'm A Celebrity with mam and dad. Today's episode was fucking hilarious like. I didn't realise watching someone force down fish eyeballs and bork several times could be so damn funny. Mam took her home afterwards.
I wanted to fucking do our RCP introductory video today as well. They both fucking knew I did - but NOOOO...
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I had a rethink about The Overseer costume. I've had a brainwave.
Who else wears a top hat and a suit jacket? Instead of wearing sunglasses, why not wear corpse paint like King Diamond? :)
I actually do think it would look pretty mint. Shelly agreed with me when she rang me.
Why she fucking rang me, I don't know - has she not spent enough time with me today, Christ's sake. Can I not have a fucking moment of peace.
With that being said, it wasn't just Shelly being annoying - we had Adam, ranting ten to the dozen about Matty - and we all know I don't give two flying fucks about him - so I danced around the point, only answering the comments I wanted to. Adam didn't bother me that much though - he didn't fucking upset me like Lewis did.
Problem with him is though, he doesn't fucking realise when he's actually upsetting me. I NEVER want to fucking discuss university, UCAS or anything fucking related - so when he's on a fucking rant about it, I'm obviously not going to be happy about it.
Then the fucking arsehole has the nerve to tell me to grow up and he doesn't understand my problems. Well who the fuck cares? I don't want him to fucking understand - did I tell him to? Did I say I wanted him to? He doesn't fucking NEED TO. And when I'm answering someone with ONE WORD ANSWERS, that clearly fucking means I don't want to talk about whatever they're discussing.
And from fucking university to then talking about the bastard film sequence - WHICH HE KNOWS I don't want to assemble or even THINK about - so that got me even more upset.
I'm fucking lapsed out to fuck at the moment - I have been for the past few days, since around fucking Thursday. There's only one thing that can lift me from it, and it's not going to happen - so I'm soon to abandon all hopes of ever getting out of this one easily.
[Blog #297] --- Depressed --- [Wednesday] - ....Gah.
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I seriously fucking scared myself today.
I was reunited with that blackened, blankened emptiness in my head - the very same one I had when I spat on Ash from the top of the wonky stairs, when I punched her in the face by construction and the several major arguments with Shelly where I came close to strangling her.
I don't even remember what the build up to it was - I can only remember the during and the afterwards.
I remember getting more and more frustrated with her, knowing she was being a fucking stupid cunt as usual - being so damned selfish, self-centred, self-important, spiteful and generally immature - to the point where I ended up leaning over her, pinning her to my bed by her shoulders - actually not using a massive amount of strength, but she wasn't able to fight me off.
I wasn't violent - I didn't hit her - but I spoke with that incredibly sarcastic, patronising, calm-yet-very-violent tone - making no effort to swallow excess saliva - so when I said my harsh consonants, she got my wet rage on her cheeks. And I said a lot of harsh consonants.
I wanted her to be scared, and I knew when Shelly gets that scared, she has accidents. I wanted her to piss herself - I wanted her to be humiliated, ashamed - I wanted her to have no control over herself.
I spoke to her like this for about 10 minutes, then went to sit at my computer for a while. What I did, I don't remember - but she didn't move - she stayed on my bed, laid in the same position.
I went back over to her afterwards and returned to what I was doing previously - but harsher.
At one point, I saw her flush red and she started crying hard - as opposed to the watery eyes she'd had for the rest of the time. I had a feeling I may have accomplished what I set out to do - but I made her admit to it to humiliate her further.
There's another gap in my recollection - but after this, I went to lay in my special space - between my bed and drawers. I took a pillow and laid on the floor, my head by the boiler and my feet by the desk. I cried a little bit, because I felt guilty. Then I cried a lot, because I was depressed and ashamed.
I couldn't apologise for a very long time - nor could I bring myself to look at Shelly. She made me eventually and I gave a sort-of apology. I don't think it was good enough, but she assured me that it was.
She made me tell her some events from "5 to 15" that I don't like talking about. She insists that they have some answers to why I feel the way I do now.
Well I'm willing to bet they do - but not as significant as she makes out. She fucking assumes wrong all the time. How dare she fucking assume and then go ahead to state that I ENJOY feeling depressed all the time. No, I'm not fucking content in my own depression. If that was the fucking case, I wouldn't have agreed to more sessions with Dianne. I wouldn't fight with myself every fucking night to stop myself cutting.
She is the fucking stupidest cunt I know. Who the fuck would say I enjoy being depressed? You can CLEARLY fucking see that I don't! Anybody could fucking tell you that!!
Dixie currently feels:
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Blog #297
....Gah.
....Gah.
I seriously fucking scared myself today.
I was reunited with that blackened, blankened emptiness in my head - the very same one I had when I spat on Ash from the top of the wonky stairs, when I punched her in the face by construction and the several major arguments with Shelly where I came close to strangling her.
I don't even remember what the build up to it was - I can only remember the during and the afterwards.
I remember getting more and more frustrated with her, knowing she was being a fucking stupid cunt as usual - being so damned selfish, self-centred, self-important, spiteful and generally immature - to the point where I ended up leaning over her, pinning her to my bed by her shoulders - actually not using a massive amount of strength, but she wasn't able to fight me off.
I wasn't violent - I didn't hit her - but I spoke with that incredibly sarcastic, patronising, calm-yet-very-violent tone - making no effort to swallow excess saliva - so when I said my harsh consonants, she got my wet rage on her cheeks. And I said a lot of harsh consonants.
I wanted her to be scared, and I knew when Shelly gets that scared, she has accidents. I wanted her to piss herself - I wanted her to be humiliated, ashamed - I wanted her to have no control over herself.
I spoke to her like this for about 10 minutes, then went to sit at my computer for a while. What I did, I don't remember - but she didn't move - she stayed on my bed, laid in the same position.
I went back over to her afterwards and returned to what I was doing previously - but harsher.
At one point, I saw her flush red and she started crying hard - as opposed to the watery eyes she'd had for the rest of the time. I had a feeling I may have accomplished what I set out to do - but I made her admit to it to humiliate her further.
There's another gap in my recollection - but after this, I went to lay in my special space - between my bed and drawers. I took a pillow and laid on the floor, my head by the boiler and my feet by the desk. I cried a little bit, because I felt guilty. Then I cried a lot, because I was depressed and ashamed.
I couldn't apologise for a very long time - nor could I bring myself to look at Shelly. She made me eventually and I gave a sort-of apology. I don't think it was good enough, but she assured me that it was.
She made me tell her some events from "5 to 15" that I don't like talking about. She insists that they have some answers to why I feel the way I do now.
Well I'm willing to bet they do - but not as significant as she makes out. She fucking assumes wrong all the time. How dare she fucking assume and then go ahead to state that I ENJOY feeling depressed all the time. No, I'm not fucking content in my own depression. If that was the fucking case, I wouldn't have agreed to more sessions with Dianne. I wouldn't fight with myself every fucking night to stop myself cutting.
She is the fucking stupidest cunt I know. Who the fuck would say I enjoy being depressed? You can CLEARLY fucking see that I don't! Anybody could fucking tell you that!!
[Blog #266] --- Some Shitty Lists...
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I'm in a listing mood right now. And I'm bored shitless with 3 and a half hours of nothing to fill up - with nothing but college resources at my disposal.
Here's a list of the 12 items I'm awaiting from Play.com.
- Abigail II: The Revenge (CD)
- Amélie (DVD)
- Manhunt (PS2)
- Guitar Hero (PS2)
- Guitar Hero II (PS2)
- Guitar Hero Encore: Rocks The 80's (with guitar) (PS2)
- Parappa The Rapper 2 (PS2)
- Resident Evil Outbreak (PS2)
- Evil Dead: A Fist Full Of Boomstick (PS2)
- Silent Hill 2 (PS2)
- Galerians: Ash (PS2)
- Freak Out (PS2)
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Dixie's list of things that are currently pissing her off beyond belief:
- The new Guitar Hero Community layout
- The insane difficulty of Maximo
- The fact that Backloggery can't be accessed at college
- These pointless 3 and a half hour gaps between lessons
- The price of BLT sandwiches at college
- And the fact you can only get them like 2/5 days of the week
- The god dammned slow postal service
- Dickheads talking to me on MSN when I'm IDLE
- And by "dickheads" I only actually mean one person, who is a prick...
- My sore throat and mucous-dripping nose
- The lack of hours in a day in which to play all of my new games
- Homophobic twats at college
- Namely that blonde cunt who glares at me when I'm doing NOTHING
- These headphones making the INSIDES of my ears ITCHY
- The pricks in my English class
- Paul being a twat, mainly to Shelly for no reason
- The weather not deciding if it wants to be hot or cold
- Wii remote batteries dying so fucking quickly
- THE PIT OF 100 TRIALS
- The shitty "chart hits" on the radio at the moment
- Hoovering/dusting them it looking dirty again about 5 minutes later
- The decline of Limewire's awesomeness
- Lisa deciding not to display correct or ANY album artwork
- Mam's shitty insence making me choke
- NOT BEING ABLE TO POST BLOGS AT COLLEGE - HAVING TO SAVE THEM TO FUCKING WORD DOCUMENTS THEN POST THEM AT HOME...
[Blog #264] --- Dixie's Mini-Rant #1
Pray tell, you self-centred twat - why do I need to know this?
I didn't like him anyway. I know it wasn't you who pushed me away from everyone else on there, but you know exactly how I feel about the entire group. I barely even talk to you now - why the fuck do you message me for the first time in weeks (btw, you totally forgot about my 18th birthday last week, and Lisa remembered, you didn't) - just to tell me that your long-distance boyfriend has just left?
It would have been mean of me to say that I hope it was the last time he left and he never came back - you're a fucking idiot for having a long distance romance - where's the fucking connection?
Oh yeah, that's right - it's a fucking MODEM connection.
What's the point? You can't hug, you can't kiss and you can't even hear or see each other - you've been "dating" online for how long? Absolute retards.
I don't message people for the first time in months just to let them know I've finished having sex with my girlfriend. Why would I do that? You wouldn't care - and I certainly don't give a shit about your love life - or make that, online conversations.
I didn't like him anyway. I know it wasn't you who pushed me away from everyone else on there, but you know exactly how I feel about the entire group. I barely even talk to you now - why the fuck do you message me for the first time in weeks (btw, you totally forgot about my 18th birthday last week, and Lisa remembered, you didn't) - just to tell me that your long-distance boyfriend has just left?
It would have been mean of me to say that I hope it was the last time he left and he never came back - you're a fucking idiot for having a long distance romance - where's the fucking connection?
Oh yeah, that's right - it's a fucking MODEM connection.
What's the point? You can't hug, you can't kiss and you can't even hear or see each other - you've been "dating" online for how long? Absolute retards.
I don't message people for the first time in months just to let them know I've finished having sex with my girlfriend. Why would I do that? You wouldn't care - and I certainly don't give a shit about your love life - or make that, online conversations.
[Blog #245] --- Neutral --- [Wednesday] - RAGE.
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Dixie currently feels:
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Blog #245
RAGE.
RAGE.
FUCKING COLLEGE.
SERIOUSLY.
Are the A2 students like an overlooked minority?
Yeah, tell all the shitty little AS students that the college buses AREN'T running, but totally let it slip your mind that there's still fucking A2s who get them as well!!
So on top of the fact I was TOO early for it - I was too early waiting for a fucking bus that wasn't even coming.
So I ended up sitting in this random bus shelter before a Leven Valley bus ended up coming.
Dixie wasn't pleased.
She let her rage out on the people and old biddies on the bus by playing the loudest and heaviest Metallica songs she could find on Lisa on full blast.
When I got to college, I was still too fucking early for Media Studies, so I sat about playing Solitaire. I drank my entire bottle of water in RAGE.
Media Studies also, was seemingly pointless.
It was a recap lesson of everything I'm never going to fucking forget because of my photographic memory - and because it's been RECAPPED so many times before, it's fucking ENGRAVED on the inside of my eyelids.
Sarah did get me thinking about my coursework though. I'm looking forward to the fact I have to make two films this year, and I'll never have a camera out of my hands due to A2 Photography.
At the lunch break, I walked into town with Lewis.
I bought a Greedy Joe's epic sandwich. I wasn't actually going to eat because I wasn't very hungry, but I ate out of rage. Grrrrrrrrr...
Then we went over to Gamestation to see if they sold N64 games. They don't, because they're pricks. So we went to Chips instead. They do sell them, but they have a really small selection. There was only one that caught my eye - which was Turok. I ended up buying the Little Britain game for PS2 instead. It looks mildly amusing.
If grandad gives me any more pocket money this week, I'll re-consider Turok, and maybe look into the others. Sometimes shitty-sounding games turn out okay.
We went back to college for our last lessons. I had Photography.
We started this shitty little mini-projecs about icons.
I ended up taking some really random but reaonable compositons made from piles of almost-carefully arranged metal objects I found lying about the art rooms.
Easel clips, compasses, paint brushers, stanley knives, cans of spray paint, cans of board cleaner, mirrors, metal rulers and paper clips.
When I was mooching, I found this piece of hardened modelling clay. It was a little dude that Ash had had on the desk beside her to use as a reference when she was painting one of her final pieces. It made me feel proper sad and nostalgic like.
Are the A2 students like an overlooked minority?
Yeah, tell all the shitty little AS students that the college buses AREN'T running, but totally let it slip your mind that there's still fucking A2s who get them as well!!
So on top of the fact I was TOO early for it - I was too early waiting for a fucking bus that wasn't even coming.
So I ended up sitting in this random bus shelter before a Leven Valley bus ended up coming.
Dixie wasn't pleased.
She let her rage out on the people and old biddies on the bus by playing the loudest and heaviest Metallica songs she could find on Lisa on full blast.
When I got to college, I was still too fucking early for Media Studies, so I sat about playing Solitaire. I drank my entire bottle of water in RAGE.
Media Studies also, was seemingly pointless.
It was a recap lesson of everything I'm never going to fucking forget because of my photographic memory - and because it's been RECAPPED so many times before, it's fucking ENGRAVED on the inside of my eyelids.
Sarah did get me thinking about my coursework though. I'm looking forward to the fact I have to make two films this year, and I'll never have a camera out of my hands due to A2 Photography.
At the lunch break, I walked into town with Lewis.
I bought a Greedy Joe's epic sandwich. I wasn't actually going to eat because I wasn't very hungry, but I ate out of rage. Grrrrrrrrr...
Then we went over to Gamestation to see if they sold N64 games. They don't, because they're pricks. So we went to Chips instead. They do sell them, but they have a really small selection. There was only one that caught my eye - which was Turok. I ended up buying the Little Britain game for PS2 instead. It looks mildly amusing.
If grandad gives me any more pocket money this week, I'll re-consider Turok, and maybe look into the others. Sometimes shitty-sounding games turn out okay.
We went back to college for our last lessons. I had Photography.
We started this shitty little mini-projecs about icons.
I ended up taking some really random but reaonable compositons made from piles of almost-carefully arranged metal objects I found lying about the art rooms.
Easel clips, compasses, paint brushers, stanley knives, cans of spray paint, cans of board cleaner, mirrors, metal rulers and paper clips.
When I was mooching, I found this piece of hardened modelling clay. It was a little dude that Ash had had on the desk beside her to use as a reference when she was painting one of her final pieces. It made me feel proper sad and nostalgic like.
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