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Seeing as how I didn't get to see Shelly alone yesterday, today was the next closest day to her birthday, so I chose to see her today. Before she came, I washed my hair, straightened up my room, hoover the floor - did all the general preparations that I do - then sat down to wait for her. I waited it out in style, assembling a quick playlist of some of my most-played top-rated songs, then making another attempt at the 2nd run of the Flopside Pit Of 100 Trials. Ach, how it is a cunt.

Shelly came when I was at about floor #89 - and she watched me finish it off.
At a time, I didn't think I'd make it - then I levelled up and my max HP went to 100HP, and was refilled - and then I was like PHWOAR, COME ON THEN SHADOO.
Kicked their arses and snagged those sexy rare cards. :)
Super Paper Mario is about an hour or two away from complete game mastery. Mwah ha ha.

I was in a weird mood today - really really turned on - so it wasn't long before I'd taken everything off and Shelly was getting her wicked way with me. :)
It wasn't fair - I couldn't do anything back because it wasn't the happy time of the month for Shelly. :(

We ate lunch together, hung out the washing - though Shelly is a blundering twat when I ask for her help with it, she just stands there and STARES at the washing line. Knob. :P

In one of our mad moments, we were trying to work out who had the biggest mouth - and naturally, I thought the best way to work this out would be to see how far my fist fitted into my mouth, then how far it fitted into hers. I tried it, but I pushed too hard on her throat and I felt her gag reflex - and she was a little bit sick on my hand. When I pulled it out, there were chunks of pizza on my knuckles. It was so fucking gross. :)
I have a phobia of vomit, so this lead to me legging it to the bathroom, holding my left fist at arm's length - then scrubbing away at it OCD-style. :)

Shelly is so self-doubting and gullible.
We were attempting challenges on Guitar Hero 5 - mainly the band challenges that prove easier with less people, and less bodge-ups from dopey Ash. One of the challenges was a simple "hit a 300 note streak" - and Shelly didn't think she'd managed it. I knew that she had - so I made a handshake bet with her - if she had, she had to lick my arse-crack. :)

And naturally, she got fucked over. Her face when the scores, percentages and note streaks came up was hilarious - it was the proper 'blush-whimper-hide-face-in-hands'. :D
But then she had to be a slag and try and kiss me with her befouled tongue - which was kinda yucky - but I did secretley enjoy being pinned to my bed. :)

Then we had a mooch through some of my old videos on my external harddrive - just proving to Shelly how much of a knob I was when I was 15. And we shared out some Petits Filous yoghurts - though I nabbed the vanilla one, because they're epic. So Shelly decided she'd be a slag and wipe the lids of hers on my nose. Gah.

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I'm hoping that my new idea will put an end to this constant Saturday boredom the three of us are facing.
I suggested to Ash and Shelly that we start a new YouTube channel together, under our production name: Rolling Chair Pictures.
Naturally, we already have The Wheelchair - and I mentioned I wouldn't mind re-making it, because there's just so much more you can add to it. (Speaking of which, I need to re-upload the link to the blog ages ago, because I've taken it off my solo account and I'm in the process of moving it to our RCP account.
Then we have our film trailer - which I just need to revamp a little bit and change the music so I'm not bombarded with copyright warnings left, right and centre.
Upcoming coursework ideas are of course, the Abigail film sequence and Spieluhr music video - so we have those to add. I have a big wodge of ideas in my head, but I need to think about some of them a little more before I finalise them and start writing scripts.

The three of us were bored again - sitting around just trying out some instrument challenges on GH5 and sharing out two pizzas between us.
Oh, and of course, I got Ashleigh to talk to Billy, the chat bot. :)

ASHLEIGH> i've herd the sun is awesome.
BILLY> if i had the sun, i would cherish it!
ASHLEIGH> it lives in the sky
BILLY> i think my sky is broken.
ASHLEIGH> The sky is fine
BILLY> is your sky broken?
ASHLEIGH> the sky can't be broke
BILLY> i think my sky is broken.
ASHLEIGH> it can't brake
BILLY> sky a heard very put great i before!!!
ASHLEIGH> I've never ran to the sun
BILLY> actually, my girlfriend has the sun.
ASHLEIGH> you have a girlfriend?
BILLY> daisy, my girlfriend, is the apple of my eye.
ASHLEIGH> she sounds nice
BILLY> why don't you marry her?
ASHLEIGH> ebcuse she is your girlfriend
BILLY> do you know her?
ASHLEIGH> no, you mentioned her

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Ash also convinced me to try out Hunk.
He's not been played on by his new owner until today. So I played through an hour or so of Fable.
From what I've played so far, it's pretty epic. There's a lot of complex controls involved, but that's what I like in epic RPGs. It looks massive too, I reckon it's a candidate for a half-term break addiction.

Oh, and I've spent a lot of today sucking out the life blood of the two of them - getting them to play the 1,000,000 roses level on We Love Katamari for me. :P

I am making a fantabulous pizza right now.

scratch that


SCRUMTRULESENT pizza.


i made the dough
used diced tomatoes instead of sauce
fresh mozzarella
feta
fake chicken
OMNOMNOM



It will be done in like.....20 minutes? Fuck yeah.
I am sick and I have soymilk (chocolate) to be eating. The boys are watching Sons of Anarchy and I have nothing exciting to blog about.

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Shelly didn't want to wake up this morning, even after I'd been tugging on her arm for like 5 minutes. She sleeps with her arms hanging over the edges of the bed; it looks really bodged. :)
What did work was when I decided I'd snap a photo of her in her sleep, because she does look pretty funny when she's sleeping. I'd got the batteries in the camera and was in perfect position when she decides to wake up - and pull the creepiest wide-eyed stare at me ever - which made me frigging jump and I nearly fell backwards over the airbed.

She later told me it was because I was leaning over her - apparently that's a sure-fire way to wake her up. I shall have to bear that in mind.
I wish I'd snapped her face when she was doing that fucked-up face though. I doubt I'll ever see a face as bodged as that again. :D

Due to all the fun we had last night, and the mess I'd made in Shelly's hair - lmfao - we had to take a shower before Ash came. I normally change my sheets and pillowcases on a Saturday or a Sunday, but I sort of had to do that as well. So both ourselves and the room was all cleaned up ready for Ash's arrival.
Shelly got in the shower with me and I washed her hair. It's so weird washing someone else's hair - especially if they're a lot taller than you are - you have to proper stretch. :)

When Ash arrived, she came bearing a massive carrier bag full of pears from their pear tree. Mam had asked for A FEW, but Ash turned up with like 20 more than what my mam was expecting. The bag was proper heavy too.

We spent hours playing Guitar Hero 5.
It's so epic being able to have all 3 of us playing guitar. We tried out a few band challenges, failed epically at some of them and just missed the diamond rank on some of them. The guitar challenges were fun - I always managed to get the diamond rank, but it was hilarious watching Shelly and Ash competing with each other. I think it's actually happened - Shelly HAS surpassed Ash.

Following this, we ate pizza, drank Coke Zero and alternated around some of my other PS2 games.
We had a few goes of Jackass, then swapped to We Love Katamari - by Ash's whining request of course. :)
Then I thought we ought to try out Evil Dead: A Fistful of Boomstick.

I didn't realise how funny Ash can be when she's reading out cover blurbs.
She just shouldn't say things like: "Ash is back BABY!" - it doesn't sound right coming from her. :)
And naturally, we all found the word BOOMSTICK a pile of piss, so we said it at each and every opportunity. It's a pretty decent game from what I've played so far. The controls and plotline are way different to what I was expecting. It has more elements of action/adventure than it does shooter. It's a fun roam-around hack 'n' slash, from what I can see. :)


And naturally, today wasn't complete without Ash climbing inside a cardboard box while Shelly and I pulled her around on the laminate flooring in the passage. Oh, Ashleigh. :)

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The only glaring bad things about today was what occurred with my mam at about 12AM and the fact I ate WAY too much at nana's and rendered myself with an upset stomach.
 
Mam and dad were both on early starts, so I went there at about 9:30. I hovered about in the kitchen for a while, talking to nana and grandad, then I directed their attention to Play.com.
They'd been asking me what I wanted for my birthday and I'd had the idea when I was in the car of them getting me a CD and a game from there. Nana is a bit funny about inputting her details onto online stores, but grandad doesn't seem to be arsed - after all, he's a teleshopping addict and the possibilities of theft are the same, thereabouts.
 
So after I'd reassured nana it was safe - the amount of stuff I've been ordering with mam's Egg card recently proving it - I made them an account, saying they could use it if anyone else wanted DVDs or games for Christmas presents, for instance.
 
Shelly was going to order Abigail II: The Revenge for me, but apparently it's been out of stock for ages and if she had, I wouldn't have gotten it in time for this weekend, so. Either way, I ordered it for myself with grandad's card. It's still out of stock, so I'll just get it when it comes. I can wait.
They always spend £20 on everyone, so with the £12 I had left, I got Final Fantasy VII: Dirge Of Cerberus. It was one game on my wishlist that stuck in my mind of being £12. :)
 
After I'd sorted this, I was nominated to sort out their "Solitaire saving problem" - which just looked to be a saved game that wouldn't go away. I did what I could.
 
When I was leaving the bedroom to go back into the living room, grandad took my hand and slipped me £30. I was confused as to why - then he said it's because they apparently give out more for 18th and 21st birthdays. Can't be bad. I thanked him and put it in my pocket. I'm going to save it. My birthday money, I'll halve it - spend half on games and keep the other half in case there's anything I need it for.
 
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Nana didn't have any green beans this week, so I had peas instead.
I can't decide if I like peas or not. They have a proper bodged flavour. I can tolerate them, but I wouldn't say they're proper nectar, like green beans are.
 
Ash hates peas, Shelly loves them and I can tolerate them. Ah, another thing we all share a different opinion on.
 
After we'd eaten, nana and grandad sort of took it in turns to play Solitaire. They'd swap around every hour or so - nana would clean and grandad would watch the football while the other played.
I was laid on the bed continuing with Super Paper Mario.
 
I finished off chapter 7 - which wasn't as daunting as a task as I'd first predicted.
What a fucking weird twist though! I'm glad like, Luvbi was a right slag. :)
 
I think after 10 hours of gameplay, I've actually developed a small liking for this game. I'm still not rating it 4-star-excellent on my Backloggery, but it's risen from a 2-star-decent to a 3-star-good.
I got annoyed with it when I was at the 78th level in the Pit Of 100 Trials and I got killed by some bastard shadow monster. I had no sodding mushroom shakes left and I was miles away from the next level, so the fuckers ended up killing me and I wasted like an hour of my life in that hole.
 
Sigh, that happened all too often in Paper Mario: TTYD too.
 
So I swapped to Spyro: Enter The Dragonfly.
I really expected it to be shit - as all the new Crash and Spyro games after the PS1 era got sucky, but it's surprisingly decent.
 
Saying that, it's technically Spyro 4. Crash 4 was good too - but after the 4th one, it started getting shite. (Not counting the spin-off games like CTR and Crash Bash, of course.)
 
Some of the dialogue is fucking weird.
Nana thought the pigs on the island level were amusing - and we were both like WTF at the tiki idols who do the drumming and sing in their weird tiki talk. Funny at first, but then it got very vexing.
 
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Nana went mental with the tea today though.
Along with the usual sausages, crackers, cheese and cakes - she did a 9" pepperoni pizza as well.
So I had a slice of that along with my usual stuff, but maybe I drank too much apple juice.
 
I was okay until about 10PM when I got home. Then I got the growly stomach and realised I had an upset stomach. So this led me to take the gut-dehydrating tablets to make a natural cork up my arse. :)
 
I took a shower, straightened my room - then I played a few gigs on Guitar Hero: Greatest Hits.
I did a few songs on vocals, mainly the newer ones that I've recently learned. Electric Eye and Beast & The Harlot, for two. :D
 
Then I switched to bass. I played it on medium so I could finish those songs that don't have scores. I was surprised at myself, I only cocked up one song, and that was via an overstrumming accident.
How I like the shiny 100% stars.
 
Mam was in my room later on, insisting she make an account on Twitter so that she can follow Eddie Izzard.
She just didn't seem to take it in when I said "Mam, I've never used Twitter, I NEVER WILL. I know NOTHING." - she kept on asking me how she did things.
HOW THE HELL WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?! PRAY TELL!
 
This is where Dixie learnt two lessons:
 
1. Never set your MSN to show the last part of your last conversations.
2. Never ask mam to respond to someone on MSN for you.
 
I asked her to tell Shelly that she was on the PC, but our last conversation section was there - namely me expressing my distaste about being kicked off the PC and being spoken to like shit - via my exclamation of "Mam's a cunt" - thankfully, it didn't implicate either of our mams. So I danced around the point and said I didn't know if it was directed at her or Shelly's mam.
 
She was all high and mighty and was like: "MURR, WHY WOULD IT BE ABOUT ME?"
For a second, I felt like saying to her: "BECAUSE YOU ARE A CUNT SOMETIMES...??"
 
- But I didn't.
 
It was strange. As soon as mam started being all pissy, my stomach upset started up again. I got the burny bowels and the squeezy intestines and I needed to go and explode again. I wonder if it was rendered by my uncomfortable emotions. Thus leading my stomach to also become uncomfortable to mimic?