Pleased @ MindSay 
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I don't know if I slept after I got home at 1 (note to all: NOT a mature decision to stay out until 1, even if you were driving like mad to get home...when you have to get up at 6); I just kept thinking/dozing about having to drive around to get people/places. Not very restful. And the WORST Sunday possible to not sleep, as I am about to embark on a 4-day/3-night overnight trip with my 5th grader and the rest of the 5th grade at my school and probably should have been in bed at 10:30.... but SO.GOOD.
They were so on last night. And I loved every minute.
Pictures of this and hopefully my excursion into nature when I get back. I 'ope, I 'ope.
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I've had so many chances
turned my back and I ran away
I've (not) had so many chances
to. see. you.
i got a text from A as well.
i was quite surprised. and very pleased.
it wasn't like i didn't expect ANYTHING, it was like i expected to NOT get anything.
but she did. and she's the only one so far. :)
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Dixie currently feels:
Depressed
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Blog #70
Bluetooth Buddies
I got up at about quarter past 7 with my phone alarm.
I got ready and set out slightly earlier than I normally do - Ian's house is farther from the bus stop.
He gave me some letters to post along the way, so I had to play HUNT THE POSTBOX.
I didn't see Michaella on the college bus - so when I got to college, I went straight to the LRC.
I was about 3-4 blogs behind - I REALLY need to stop posting empty ones.
It just gets to the "blog time" of the night, and I can't be arsed. :)
It was about 8:20, and the LRC was deserted!
I've never seen it so empty before.
I asked for a PC on the ground floor - normally they ask you how long you want - but she didn't, and when I logged in, she'd given me 2 and a half hours.
HOW DID SHE KNOW THAT'S HOW LONG IT WAS UNTIL MY LESSON?!
LOL!
I started writing one of my entries - and I got a phone call from my dad in India.
Apparently I'd rang him, so he told me to lock my phone. I looked, and indeed, it was unlocked in my pocket.
An accidental call to India cost me 20p. DAMN IT.
About 5 minutes later - a lad sat on the same table stood up and walked over to me, all shy - and he goes: "Umm, excuse me. You know your ringtone? The Final Fantasy VII one? Can I have it please? I really like that tune."
I was like "...Er, sure." - thinking to myself: 'Is that how shy I am when I talk to strangers?'
So I sent him the song over Bluetooth - and felt slightly happy with myself for a few moments, knowing I'd made someone happy and given them what they wanted. Even as simple as it was.
Simple things are the best things.
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In Media Studies - I finished off my first draft of my evaluation.
I printed it off and Sarah wrote a few things I need to add in.
I added those in - and it's still about 150 words below the maximum word count. Not bad.
She didn't get chance to see the changes - so I'll have to show her those on Friday.
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Lewis came with me to the bus stop - some old woman asked me if I wanted to sit down on the bench in the shelter, and she budged along.
This made me feel weird too - saying that, I'd have done the same for her, or anyone, really.
Unless they were a chav - then I'd have put my backpack in the gap. :P
When I got back to the bungalow - nana and grandad still weren't home - so I opened all the curtains, made my bed and tidied up a little.
I made myself a pizza and played through the Very Hard story mode on Dancing Stage: Mario Mix.
Apparently, if you do the Very Hard story mode, you unlock the Super Hard one - but I haven't.
But that may be because I didn't do the Easy one - I just skipped it and went straight to Normal.
I'm going to have to look into it.
If not, then I'll just have to do what it'll let me do.
I'm really close to completing it now.
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Mam sent me a picture message from India - dad's had an accident.
He got hit by a big wave in the ocean and he's gashed all of his face and cut his lip open with his teeth.
It wasn't a pretty sight.
I texted mam back to hug him for me.
He looks sad and hurt. :(
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In last week's post, I took a page from Eminem's book…well…no…his notepad, and did some freestyling for you guys. I like writing with no plan, because I think it creates a lot of surprises for the writer. It's always great to surprise the reader in a good book, but it feels almost magical to surprise yourself, and a lot of the best elements for a story are born this way. When rereading your creation, you may even discover a theme that you never originally intended.
I could give you plenty of examples of times this has occurred for me, but I don't want to bore you with the necessary details what would involve, so instead I'll pick a minor but fun example that can be explained pretty easily.
In my first book, a parody of detective stories, I accidentally set up a classic showdown between good and evil. This involves two main characters. The first is a key witness who ends up becoming a main suspect. Through a series of circumstances, this man ends up in a black Banana Republic sweater. Remember that color later on.
The other character is a police officer named Wendell White, nicknamed Bud. If you've ever seen L.A. Confidential, you know that Wendell "Bud" White is also the name of Russell Crowe's character in that film. In an odd twist of fate, My Officer White just happens to look like Russell Crowe, and pretends to be the famous Australian actor to land dates. Ironically, one of his girlfriends loves it when Wendell White, pretending to be Russell Crowe, dresses like an American police officer.
It is as Officer White is saying goodbye to this woman, her mouth wrapped around a nice cool Bud - hehe - that Whitey spots the suspect: a man in black.
And this is where my happy accident occurred. An elaborate chase sequence of Dark Tower proportions occurs between Officer White and The Man in Black. Once I realized I had inadvertently created a White vs. Black scenario, I played into it, and ended up creating one of the most exciting scenes in the book. But of all the things I parody and reference in the novel, that one was not planned. Once I realized it existed, however, I ran with it, I played up the wild West throwback, and I'm really pleased with the results. This may not seem like much to you, but I certainly enjoyed it.
But of course, some things in novels are planned. Some are set up from the very beginning. A secret harbored by the main character of my first book is just such a something. Keep in mind that this was my first attempt at novel writing, so I hadn't mastered the art of good prose yet, but here is an introduction to the main character of Murder, Revenge, Betrayal - a Comedy:
Hairy Alwether had been on the force for seven years. He was seasoned. He was hardened. He was about five foot four and a half inches, one hundred thirty-four and three fourths pounds of pure, unadulterated hard ass, with disproportionately large feet and an impressively tight, hard ass. He also had a heart of gold and a head of sandy blonde hair. His dark blue eyes were handsome, as were the rest of his seasoned, hardened features. He would have been a real lady-killer if he weren’t so damn small. At least, that’s what he always told everyone, before pointing out that he was simply joking, and was, in fact, a good cop who would never kill a lady, unless she wouldn’t sleep with him. Nobody ever laughed at that comment, but he always snickered like he was a third grader making a fart joke.
Hairy’s partner was the type of lady he’d like to kill (not literally, of course. He’s a good cop, remember?). Somere Wynter was sleek, slender, and sumptuous. She was tall, tanned, and tantalizing. She was busty, blonde, and beautiful. These are all adjectives that the not-so-eloquent Hairy used to describe his partner to himself when he was all alone and feeling lonely. He would think about her firm rear end and how it bounced back and forth when she walked. He would think about her plump breasts and how they bounced up and down when she ran. He would think about her piercing blue eyes, lighter and less handsome, but more alluring, than his own, and how he wished they would look him up and down like every man in the precinct did her. He would fantasize about her full lips and thin eyebrows, and about how she must have been the muse for every artist who had ever sculpted a female body of physical perfection. He would think about all of these things when he was all alone and feeling lonely. And then he would remember that he was gay.
*tired - I hope I sleep better than last night.
*weary - my eyes hurt from staring at a computer screen for too many hours
*pleased - I was helpful today.
*amused - Gregory is hilarious!! (They had a map, but he pushed it in the water.)
*aroused - damn, he's a fox.
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