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Finally, we had a fucking Wednesday without a major drama. AND, tutorial was actually fucking meaningful - shock fucking horror. :)
 
(Two sentences with the use of the F-word - fucking hell. :P)
 
Anyway - I got a little further with my UCAS application - I entered all the course details and shite - as well as adding all my qualifications. They all look ever so shiny and sexy, all the grades in a vertical line - complimenting oneanother. :)
Except the Religious Education short course GCSE of course lmfao - it's a proper D - it stands out from the rest of them because it's shit and it doesn't get a bath. (And no, I'm not referencing to Sharon, or am I? :P)
 
Media Studies was fairly pointless - but Lewis and I managed to entertain ourselves pretty well.
I found a big elastic band on the floor in the English classroom yesterday - so today I made a STATIONERY SLINGSHOT!
Two pens, a green gel pen and a red ballpoint, a piece of clay to keep the lids on - and my special elastic band.
 
I was stupidly hyper though - I mean come on, in a normal state of mind, I'd have never turned around and said: "ANNE MARIE? DO YOU LIKE MY SLINGSHOT?!"
Lewis and I expressed our hatred for this shitty assignment by doing shite all. Well, we "planned" and "thought about our ideas" - but this is Lewis' idea of planning - a badly-drawn sketch of Roseberry Topping, complete with a stick-figure Ashleigh being pushed down the side of it in her wheelchair by a stick-figure me:
 

 
But of course, I couldn't help pissing myself laughing. Lewis can make me laugh a lot sometimes. :)
 
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I managed to calm down a little for Photography.
The film I didn't end up using last weekend wasn't wasted - because I got to use it today. We were using the old film cameras - we went outside and Grahame told us to take photos of each other from weird angles. Well naturally - I'm great at all things weird.
Afterwards, we had to load our films in the DARK, DARK, DARK darkroom - which proved difficult of course, due to the sheer blackness of it.
 
Though there is one thing I like - I like the fact I can squeeze Shelly's bum and nobody can see what I'm doing. Giggle. :)
 
We haven't got the negatives or developed photos back yet - I think we have to wait until next Wednesday. Uber fail. :(
 
Since I was the only one with a watch, I was entrusted with the job of telling Shelly and Hayleigh when to shake the cannisters with the films and developer in.
So every 30 seconds, I took great delight in squealing: "SHAKE!"
 
When Grahame was explaining the different aparatus - he held up the 'funnel', which serves as the lids for the cannisters - and I can't have been listening properly, for he then exclaimed: "And this is called SATAN..."
Obviously, it made me pay attention - but it's also now going to make me think "SATAN" every time I see one of them. Mildy amusing I suppose. :)
 
I found a broken pin with a plastic end when I was in the darkroom. I was scraping it on the workbenches because I liked the sound it made. Grahame instructed me to: "Give me the NAUGHTY PIN..." - but I wouldn't give him it. I exclaimed that I'd named it Grahame, after him - and it was now my friend.
Yeah, clearly my hyper state was getting worse. :)
 
And it seemed to be at its peak in Film Studies.
I know that they all find my yawn and my sneeze hilarious - but they'd never heard my laugh until today. And of course, everyone who knows me - knows that my laugh is the most fucking ridiculous noise in existence.
I was tormenting Kayleigh with my stationery slingshot, shooting bits of rubber at her - which she kept blocking with bits of paper and files.
 
You know you're too hyper when AM turns around and tells you to keep it down because you're being disruptive. Gigglegigglesnort. :)

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Mondays are always a chore at college.
I did a little bit of research in media studies - but on the whole, wasted most of the lesson. I'm getting so impatient... I want to get on and film Spieluhr! Hello...? MUSICBOXPLZKTHX.

English had its moment: Angela sodded off for half the lesson to go to a "meeting" - so I amused myself with my stationery slingshot - two pens, a long elastic band, some modelling clay and bits of rubber or paper balls as ammo. Naturally, from the back of the room, Adam was giving me the: "OMG YOU SILLY COW." look.
For some reason though - when she came back, and I'd fired about 25 paper balls around the room - she instantly knew it was me. Adam told me on MSN that I'd looked really guilty though - I'd gone bright red and hung my head. Well, I do remember pretending to read, lmao. Maybe I blushed more than what I thought. :)

Damn, I wish I wasn't so easy to read. :)

My moods have been fluctuating a lot recently - I've been going from feeling relativley sane and neutral to wanting to slit my throat in the space of five minutes. Thus, I've been in this lapsed mood where I just don't DO ANYTHING - just sit at my desk or lay on my bed and literally spend hours doing shite all.
So in order to make myself more productive - to stop myself wasting all this time, today I made myself a "TO DO" list. And I will say, it worked pretty well. :)

In the space of a few hours, I managed to redraft my personal statement, update three empty blogs, wrap up half of my Christmas presents (before the sellotape died a death, of course), I tidied up my room, filmed some filler clips for the Abigail film sequence, charged my iPod, charged some batteries and generally organised my life.

I watched an episode of Desparate Housewives with mam, ate some chicken sandwiches - then spent a few hours on the phone to Shelly - multi-tasking, as I wrote blogs and wrapped gifts at the same time.

Mam and I are going to watch I'm A Celebrity every night together. I'm only really wanting to watch it because Kim Woodburn is a fucking legend. :D
She's so funny, some of the random shite she comes out with. Sam Fox is hot too - and she's a lesbian. I instantly liked her for that one trait. :)

(And Adam did answer the Social Interview question of: 'what excites me?' with the answer: 'lesbians' - which made me instantly piss. :P)

It seems that there is no let-up to the fucking weird dreams I have.
It's odd that I've had two of them in such a short space of time, but alright - here goes:

I was making fairy cakes.

But for some reason, I had to mix butter and sugar in one bowl and eggs and flour in another bowl - then supposably mix the two bowls together. But I ended up forgetting to mix them - instead, spooned out the mixture of butter and sugar into the cases then just cooking it on its own.

It ended up proper burnt and bodged - so I started again.
This time it seemed to work, and I spooned it all out into muffin cases that I put into Yorkshire pudding tins.

When they were cooked, I started making icing.
I mixed together some icing sugar with red food colouring - and mam came in, suggesting I add vanilla essence - but when she handed me the bottle, it was a miniature of rum.
I told her to find the vanilla essence - and I ended up stood about for like 20 minutes while she looked for it.

Once I'd iced the cakes with this red icing I'd made, I decorated them with CHOCOLATE HOOPS CEREAL.

I then took my cakes to Ash's house - where they seemed to have like 20 people over for whatever reason - but I was holding about six cakes on my hand - my hand must've grown about three times in size. I was handing them out to Ash's family.

"One for DENHAM, one for JORDAN... And where's ASH?!"

Of all the things to dream about, I dream about FAIRY CAKES!

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Today proper didn't feel like a Sunday. Obviously as Ash and Shelly were both here - it felt like a Saturday.
Both Shelly and I were very surprised when Ash agreed to come and see us both today. We thought she liked her family Sundays - but obviously today was an exception to the rule.
 
When she arrived, we enlightened her with our exaggerated story about last night's events. Of course, whenever we mentioned the exploding car, we had to wave our arms in the air and make our voices proper high. Ash was pissing herself - I don't know if it was the subject matter or just the way we were gesticulating and articulating the events.
 
We did a bit of work on the Guitar Hero 5 challenges.
Now that I've found that guide online and discovered that using cheats is A-OK - we're rolling in the stars. Tee hee. I wanted to do some drum challenges, but naturally, mam didn't approve. Arsehole.
 
Now that I've discovered I've been singing the lyrics to Spieluhr wrong for all these years - I told Ash what her lyrics actually ARE - and we both agree what they ARE is a lot easier than what I THOUGHT they were. :)
 
Ash got me to try out Half-Life.
I really don't like it, lmao.
I seriously don't like first-person shooters. I like to see my character, for one - but I also don't approve of games where L1 is JUMP. :(

Though the second game I was persuaded to try out made me a lot happier.
Manhunt is so epic. :D
I'm terrible at these type of games though, where stealth and being sneaky are key elements - I'm better at running into opponents and beating them up - but that doesn't work for Manhunt. My way of thinking is landing me with 1-star rankings for all the missions so far. It makes Dixie sad. :(

Though I can't help but smile when I see blood flying about the screen. I grin manically when I suffocate people with plastic bags - and I piss myself laughing when I smash open the skull of a felled victim and their brains splatter up the walls. :D

I also discovered today that Ash, like myself is partial to a saveloy. So I gave her one - though it was a right old song and dance peeling the red skin off them.
Seriously, when I was little I remember eating the skins and nothing came of it... But Shelly assured me it was waxy paper and wasn't for eating. :/

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As my drunken blog did state, today we took a trip to Ash's BUNGASLOW. :D
It's like a one-storey house that moves at 2 miles per hour. :)

Oh, I have to make that a tradition. Every time I come back from somewhere drunk, I need to try and document it. It's so funny reading them over and decoding them when you're sober again.

Tracey was reading them - which I didn't mind - but she was reading them out loud. Most of the time it was funny - just when she read lines like "I like pussy so that makes me a lesbian" - I was just like OMGSHUTUPREALLY. :/

Ash and I didn't think that Shelly would actually end up coming, because it did get to around half 1 and there was still no sign of her - even after attempting to ring her mobile - but she did end up coming, and with her, bearing a bag of cakes and stuff left over from last night's party.

We spent the majority of the day in Ash's room, mooching through my planned script ideas I'd brought along on my memory stick. I was even wearing my newly-transferred RCP logo T-shirt. :)

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My Halloween costume came in the post today. I just had to take it along with me to see what they all thought. Naturally, it lead to everyone trying on the mask and the headpiece. :)
It's an evil jester - a half-black, half black-and-white-chequered suit with a silly jester's hat, skull trims and a skull mask. It's sooooo epic. :D

And thankfully, due to the price of it - we're not going to just use it for Halloween - we're planning on using it for some of our future music videos. It ought to work well.

We told Tracey of our problem with obtaining a dress for Ash - in effect, I told her last night when I was drunk - and she's agreed to make one for us. A pink and white gingham one, by the sounds of things. :)
I just can't imagine Ash in a dress. Imagine it with pink and white striped socks too - oh my word. :)

We're proper making her paranoid, we're not telling her what we keep talking in code about. :)
Then Tracey put her hair in plaits - oh it was SOOOO cute. :D
Ash didn't seem amused about it like - but she's SO having her hair like that for the Spieluhr video. It would go so well.

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We played a combination of Guitar Hero 5, Guitar Hero: Greatest Hits and Guitar Hero: World Tour.
Alternation on vocals - we even got Ash to do a few - as a penalty for losing a pro-face-off against Shelly, of course. Ash's skill has really decreased lately...

We played my custom Saria's Song, and we got this really weird screenshot.
I was playing on Expert bass and I don't think I missed any, but look at the score. It says 128%!



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And a photo of me with two jelly shoes up my nose.
I made the "my nose is running" joke, naturally...



And a creepy yet oddly cute photo of Ash with some wacky red-eye. :D