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I actually expected myself to be going into college for a wasted effort like I normally do on a Friday - but I was proved wrong - we were actually learning about stuff I hadn't already learnt last year - and not wasting my time with coursework planning when mine was planned three weeks ago. :)

Before I set off for the bus this morning, I cleaned my room, hoovered the floor, re-arranged my PS2 games shelf, changed my bedsheets and emptied my bin. I used my time productivley. :)

I had to go into college today as well to pick up the camera Paul told us all to take home over the weekend. One of the heavy film cameras we were using the other week in the lesson. With the annoying manual apature and poxy light meter. Fuck knows what photos I can take to relate to my Addictions project like.

Though I did have to stand in the art corridors for 20 fucking minutes waiting for the technician to finish talking before I even got a camera - and he was snotty to me, saying I need to pay for the film. I was like "FINE, HAVE YOUR FUCKING FIFTY PENCE."
Then Arriva decided to be knobs and have the 64 turn up half an hour late.

I've finally got refunded by Play.com for this GH handheld that didn't bother turning up in time for Shelly's birthday - but surprise surprise - when I went to order another one from a different seller - they'd decided to stop selling them altogether. Gaaahh.

Seriously being fucked around today like.

So instead, I ordered a Guitar Hero poster and a copy of Spyro: Enter The Dragonfly for her instead. Hopefully she'll like them. I still think the GH handheld would have been better though... :(

My fears about Ash and this weird girl were sort of cleared up. Ash came online and I asked her about this person who's supposably like me. Apparently we're a totally different type of weird. And if Ash describes someone as "this girl I'm friends with" - as opposed to "my friend" - she obviously values me higher.




...Well, I hope so......

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Everyone loves Katamari. :P
I took my PS2 along to nana's today. I was hoping they'd stopped being pricks about the whole personal message thing - and it does seem that they have done. Thank fuck for that.
While I was there, nana played Solitaire and I talked to her while I alternated between We Love Katamari, Parappa The Rapper 2 and Guitar Hero II.
 
I've managed to complete PTR2 on easy and medium difficulties - and I'm up to the last level on hard. It's a pain in the arse though. I hate leading the song, I always cock up my timing beyond what's acceptable.
And with the completion of the last basic Katamari missions - I was able to finally ROLL UP THE SUN.
I actually didn't think I'd manage it, but all seemed to go well - and I watched the sexy credits. I've unlocked some extra levels too. Now I've BEATEN it, I'm going to MASTER it - by getting all the items, presents, cousins and a hell of a lot more speedy comets. :D
 
When I came home, mam and I watched a few discs of Desparate Housewives and ate Hula Hoops together. We were awake until like 1 in the morning, so I was knackered - thus making it fairly easy for me to get to sleep. :)
 
I've decided to change my idea of what to get Shelly for her birthday.
I've declined the idea of GH action figures - namely because they've like tripled in price since the last time I looked them up - but I'm not writing my idea here - I don't know if Shelly still reads this from time to time. We can't be having the surprise spoiled, now can we? :P

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Today's been weird.
It's been one of those rare days where I make an effort to spend time with my mam - and rarer still, it works.

I sat and watched telly with her for a while - then went upstairs to sort out my FarmVille crops.
Mam asked me if I wanted to go to Lucy's while she dropped off Lila's birthday present. She said I could see her new kitten.

So I said I would, but asked her to hang about while I sorted out my strawberries.
Mam took an odd interest in what I was doing - asking me what you did and how it worked.

I liked Lucy's kitten Smudge at first - but he's one of those little bastards who lulls you into a false sense of security by acting all affectionate, then turning round and attacking you.
All I can say is that it's a good thing I was wearing long sleeves.

Even so, his claws went through my jumper fabric and got me a few times. I have a little bite mark on the side of my hand.
He looked a bit like a mini version of Adam's old cat Alfie - and a bit like the cats roaming about the hotel in Zante.

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When we got back, I suggested to mam that we try out my tarot cards.
I've had them for about a year and we've never really tried using them.

So, after we arranged the decks into the corresponding suits - shuffled them up and read the instructions, we did the simple version where you ask a question and the cards reveal the events of the past, present and future.

I asked: "Will Shelly and I stay together?"

The cards said that in our past, we had a lot of arguments, difficulties and there was possibilities of the relationship dying or suffering problems.
In our present, the cards said that we need more time alone on occassion, though our love and closeness is building.
For our future, the cards predict marraige, healthy wealth, strong relationship with friends and a possibility of travel.

The past and present seems to be right - and the future sounds pretty mint to me. :)
I hope it's right. :D

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Tuesday was so shitty.
I did shite all once again in English Language.
Angela can either be helpful, or totally fucking ignore you.

JUST BECAUSE I GOT AN A* AT GCSE, DOESN'T MEAN I'LL NEVER STRUGGLE WITH AS-LEVEL WORK.

Fucking slag.
So sick of being ignored.
Do I not pull a good enough "I'm-fucking-struggling-here-come-and-fucking-help-me" face?!

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I was so bored when Ashleigh want up to tutorial.
I didn't bring my black ringbinder with me - and all I wanted to do was draw.
So I ended up sitting playing Solitaire, listening to Rammstein albums.

I've discovered another song I really like by them - Rein Raus.
Translates to 'In Out' - and it's all about sexxxxxxx. Lmfao. Rammstein have funny songs.

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When Shelly arrived - she had a bandage around the foot she'd kaned in on the Saturday night and she was hobbling around like a drunken peg-legged pirate.

Yet, she still insisted we go to town.
This of course, was me walking and pushing Ash at my normal speed - Shelly said I was walking too fast.
Lmao, she should see how fast I walk when I'm alone. Especially walking to the bus station.

Ashleigh and I have decided we're not letting Shelly come into town until she's steadier on her foot.
We don't want her to end up hurting herself.

I got a £1.99 King Deal from Burger King.
Small fries, a small cheeseburger and a small Coke.

It wasn't bad - was actually quite filling - wasn't bloating like my favourite XL bacon double.
If I get another one though, I'll request that they don't include gherkins, tomato sauce or mustard.
I'm not a fan of scraping foul condiments from the top of my bun with a napkin.

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We went up to Photography when we came back.
Everyone's in a mad panic hurry to get both sketchbooks finished.

My unit 2 is practically done - I just need to add in my final piece and all that accompanying shite.
My unit 1 is a pile of shite though. I'm not looking forward to working on that again.

I can't remember what triggered it off - but I started feeling really shitty during this lesson.
I wasted my time away looking at random shite on DeviantArt and reading over my old blog entries.

I then found Lisa's blog.
It was quite an interesting read.
At first, I wasn't sure if it was LISA Lisa - but with the discovery of many clues - such as the Kitsune, and the mentioning of me and the forum - I knew it was her.
Some parts upset me though.

It seems Lisa is also a person who hates my changing moods and my constant depression.
Much like Emily, so it seems.

I can't change who I am.
People hate me for who I am - but when I try to change who I am, it doesn't work.
It never fucking does.

I couldn't even keep up with my plan I had for when I started college this year.
I planned to keep myself to myself, sit alone all the time and never speak unless I had to.
(Fuck's sake, that WILL be my plan for next year and at Uni - I won't have Ash and Shelly)

Saying that, it's straying away from this plan that allowed me to befriend Ash and Shelly.
Hmmmm... I'm glad I did.

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Shelly nicked out of her A block lesson to sit on the stairs on 4th floor that lead up to the roof with me.
I was upset and I was doing my random crying - so she cuddled me, keeping a massive wodge of bog roll beside me so I could use it when I spurted.

I think some of the things I told her upset her though.
I really need to stop saying what I really think.
I think she appreciates the fact I'm honest, but...

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And when I returned home - I did FUCK ALL.
I don't know how I can waste away from 5PM to 12AM - but I manage it somehow!

I need to stop wasting my time.
I need to start updating blogs and completing games.

I'd like to be drawing, making comics and writing - but I don't think I can yet...

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I printed out a T-shirt transfer I made a while back today and mam ironed it onto a white shirt for me.
I've done it for Ashleigh - I've wrapped it up with her other two presents I've got her for her birthday on Friday.

Back in December, near enough - we joked about the "no bikes", "no scooters" and "no rollerskates" sign on the door of the Dundas Shopping Mall.
Wondered what a "no wheelchairs" sign would look like.

I went home that night and made this on Photoshop:



So that be what is on Ashleigh's shirt. :)
Lmao, it'll be funny if she wears it.
I suggested I put it on a shirt before, and she said she would do.

Now seems a good time to present it to her, no?

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And in other news - our shower is broken - thanks to my STUPID SLAG OF A MOTHER.
She's snapped the bastard shower cord - so now it won't even turn on.

SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG.

Now I have to have fucking baths.
Baths make me ANGRY.
I sit in the water and that gives me time to think.
The bath takes forever to run as well - and I always end up running it too hot.

When I think - I think about the wrong things. Things that upset me.
And I can't rinse my hair properly.

Baths make me feel dirtier than I did before I got in them.
When I see the water's changed once I've gotten out of it - I think that I've been laid in my own filth.
Thus, I feel dirty - and that upsets me and stresses me out even more.

Yep, I really fucking hate baths.

I know I am all late about it, right? I want to get my mom a memory stick or a camera memory card. Do I have the money for it right now? Not really :( The 8gig is like fifteen bucks which is cheap but not cheap when you don't have it. *sigh*. I hope that the people around the corner still have the roses for a dollar each so I can get a bunch and hand them out tomorrow. Whenever the Kid wakes up, I will have to go see. He must have been exhausted since he has not moved yet.