See Emily Play @ MindSay 
Dixie currently feels:
Neutral
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I woke up at my usual 7:20 today.
I was worried that after disrupting my sleep patterns for two weeks, that it'd be difficult to wake up.
I'd been going to sleep between 4 and half 5 in the morning, and waking up between 12 and 3 in the afternoon - my body refuses to function properly without 9 hours of sleep.
I was actually really awake, but that was probably because it's Monday, and I'm always proper awake on Monday.
So I went to open my curtains - which is weird, because I never open my curtains on a morning.
So I got dressed, went and pissed, then cleaned my teeth, put my watch on, put my glasses on, sprayed on some perfume, got my rucksack, brushed my hair and went downstairs.
I left the house at about 7:35, so I went to call for Miraan.
I hadn't seen him for two weeks, so I was looking forward to seeing his darling nose again.
But, I didn't get to.
I sat on their sofa, talking to Zamia for about 10 minutes, then Miraan shouted from the kitchen, saying he didn't feel well at all.
Apparently, he woke his mam up by shouting "Mam I've been sick on the kitchen floor..." at about quarter past 7.
So I went and called for Kyle without him.
On the way, I heard this bird on a rooftop - and its cry sounded like an old woman's nasal laugh. I was stood there in the middle of the road thinking: "WTF WAS THAT..."
Then I realised it was a bird, and I blurted out: "OH MY WORD, IT WAS A BIRD."
Then I proper laughed for ages.
So we walked up together - Kyle insisting we cross to the other side of the road, because there was a gang of three chavs behind us.
He admitted he was a shitty-arse, but I truthfully said I was a bit intimidated as well.
Then we walked past this little Yorkshire terrier, which was trotting up the side of the pavement.
It kept going dead close to the road - and Kyle kept swearing at it to get away from the double yellow lines, because he was proper worried about seeing it get ran over.
It was really funny - we got to the traffic lights, and the dog actually waited till the dude was on green before it went over. Kyle was getting in a right flap - so I couldn't really help but laugh.
So I went up into school once Kyle had parted ways to carry on up Normanby Road - and I went up to the library.
Even at quarter past 8, when not everyone is there, it was proper noisy.
I went and sat down my aisle.
Then Jamie came and started bothering me.
I was too busy thinking about Emily, and holding conversations with her under my breath to listen to him much.
Then Sammie came, and I called her down.
She was upset, because her grandad had died in hospital during the Easter holidays.
She showed me a picture of him on his deathbed that she had on her laptop.
A really distressing sight too - he looked like a really kind old man.
So I held Sammie in my arms whilst she cried on me.
A lot of her family have been dying recently, so I've held her in my arms a few times and let her cry on me.
Once she'd composed herself, she wanted to see my artwork folder.
So I let her - and she cracked up laughing at the commentary around the Hybrid Angst picture.
Tell me, what is so funny about "Go and fucking kill yourselves."?
Either way, Sammie laughs at marzipan, so. :)
But then, we both do. :D
After the bell went, I went down to tutor.
I had Millie The Moose in my rucksack - and I'd been hugging her and inhaling her scent down the aisle.
So I went into the drama studio - which is our tutor room, because our tutor is head of drama.
And I kid you not - the whole room smelt like Emily.
Well, the scent that is absorbed into Millie's fur.
The really warm and musty sort of friendly smell - which I reckon Emily has upon her - and the whole drama studio smelt of it.
I whispered to myself: "Oh my word, it smells like Emily in here." - then I laughed.
I found a bottle of fabric freshener on the side, and I was playing with the nozzle.
Then sir took it off me, saying he'd rather it didn't fall into the hands of a year seven, or summat.
Textiles was first - and I was not arsed at all.
I was sat on the back bench with a wad of lined paper, writing down ideas for TFATH.
Then Wilson came over, and said I need to do more annotations in my sketchbook. Saying I need to write down more thoughts and feelings.
I was so annoyed at what she was moaning on about, I just growled at her: "What, that I fucking hate doing it?"
So she asked to see me in the office...
I sighed, either knowing I was in trouble, in for a lecture, or in for a heartfelt talk.
None of which I wanted - because I can't stand the woman.
She asked me if I thought I needed to see Parry.
I said I didn't want to.
Then she started asking me stupid questions.
Then she struck a nerve when she asked: "Is it that you've fallen out with a friend, or has someone left you...?"
For the first time in four days, I felt tears.
So I put my head against the cupboard door that I was sat against, and I just sobbed.
So she went down to get Parry - who took me down to her office and talked with me for two hours.
In effect, it was awesome, because I missed Textiles and Maths - but Parry's nice, as well as funny.
So she cheered me up slightly.
Only slightly though - nobody can make my worries go away...
So I sat through break and didn't speak.
Didn't say a great deal in Science - just lent Becca a pencil, gave sir my coursework, and copied down some diagrams of analogue and digital signals with Nazia.
Then it was lunch - so I went back to the library and sat at a table with Claire and Sammie.
I showed Claire my artwork folder - she liked all of the new additions that I'd done over the holidays.
Then I played a round of Consequences with Sammie and Jamie.
They weren't as funny as they usually are - but we still had a bit of a giggle at them, I suppose.
Fourth lesson was English, and all we were doing was revising the short stories in the anthologies.
I had some blu tack in my pencil case - and a permanent marker - so I was colouring it in, and making it darker.
I was trying to make black tack, but it ended up as navy blu tack.
It still looks fun though.
Fifth lesson was Geography - and after Stephen and Naomi insulting me, calling me small - just because I'm the smallest in our class of eight - we just sat and wrote down stuff about managing deforestation, and I was falling asleep, because my sleep patterns were so wrecked.
I went back up to the library after school and sat with Claire.
She was sniffing her make-up bag.
So we spent about 20 minutes sampling the smells of Claire's eyeshadow, mascara, foundation, lip gloss, and all that other shite.
There was a lip gloss that proper smelt like vanilla - so I asked if I could taste it.
Claire said no, but I started licking it. It was quite nice.
Then she took it off me, a bit forcefully, and wiped it on my sleeve. :)
Then she found some mascara that smelt like cakes.
So I sucked on the stick - without licking the end that touches your eyelashes.
Yes, it may have smelt like cake, but it tasted like VOMIT.
So I was borking like hell, and Claire just laughed at me - the evil cow. :)
Miraan wasn't there, so I didn't want to walk home by myself.
Claire was walking home instead of getting the bus, and I usually walk to the bus stop with her - but I walked the opposite way with her, saying I'd go and see my nana, seeing as how I'd not seen her on Sunday.
So I got there, went to give grandad a hug - who was playing Solitaire on nana's laptop.
Then I went in the living room and sat down with nana - talked with her for a bit.
She made some lemon chicken and egg fried rice with salad for tea - and it was really nice.
Considering I've never had egg fried rice before, it was reasonable. :)
We sat and watched Keeping Up Appearances - actually on telly this time - which I was thrilled about.
It was the Skiis episode, which I've seen a few times on YouTube, but I still laughed along with them both.
All three of us are big fans of the 90's comedy sitcoms.
Then we watched Last Of The Summer Wine - which is this proper old comedy programme about these three weird old blokes who live out in the country.
They've all got funny names - Compo, Cleggy and Foggy.
Both KUA and LOTSW were written by Roy Clarke - so if one's good, the other is bound to be, being made by the same director. :)
Nana let me have some strawberry mini rolls and some biscuits with milk.
I found four Oreos in the bottom of her biscuit tin - so I had those with some mini cookies and chocolate digestives.
Mam and Dad came and got me - after I'd been falling asleep on nana's sofa.
So I came back here, and slammed on some Maximum The Hormone and set my wi-fi up.
Then I played 2 and half hours of Guitar Hero III.
I had some matches with Emily, and a round with Adam - along with a couple of randomers.
Then I made my mam play a few songs.
She's not great, but it's really funny to watch. :)
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Today's song lyrics:
See Emily Play - Pink Floyd
Soon after dark, Emily cries... (Ah ooh...)
Gazing through trees in sorrow, hardly a sound till tomorrow...
There is no other day...
Let's try it another way...
You'll lose your mind and play ...
Free games for May...
See Emily play ...!
Put on a gown that touches the ground... (Ah ooh...)
Float down a river forever and ever... Emily, Emily...
There is no other day...
Let's try it another way...
You'll lose your mind and play ...
Free games for May...
See Emily play...!
Dixie currently feels:
Unknown
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I don't know how I feel right now.
I'm partially pleased, because I managed to get another 100% on Hard on Guitar Hero 3.
I'm partially glad, because I've finished my Science coursework.
I'm partially dreading, because tonight is the final night of the Easter holidays.
I'm partially lonely, depressed, suicidal, alone, desparate, needing, upset, worried and nervous - my darling Emily needs me, and I need her...
I was woken up by a DOOR this morning.
The window was open in my mam's room, and it was blowing the door, which kept banging open and shut again. I tried to ignore it and go back to sleep, but it did my head in.
So I woke up and tried to ignore it.
Then I snapped, went and slammed the window, slammed the door, and sat down on my bed and sighed at the wonderful silence.
I went downstairs to make myself some lunch.
I made some mini cheeseburgers.
They're so cute.
The buns are soft, the meat is tender, and the cheese is a wonderous processed plastic-y sort of cheese.
They're about an inch and a half in diameter - and I eat them in two medium bites, or three small bites.
I ate those, and some Fridge Raiders, and some Monster Munch - as I watched some KUA.
Then Stephen came online, saying he finally had wi-fi, and he wanted to play on GH3 with me.
He insisted we do an Easy pro-face off.
I groaned so loud.
But he wanted to do TTFAF.
So I picked Raining Blood - and got 99%.
Then we did TTFAF, and I got 99% again.
He wasn't expecting me to do that well - so he was sad.
I was annoyed at hearing that - I'M ON EXPERT.
A phrase I often use now.
"Yeah but... I'M ON EXPERT!" - When a Medium player beats me on a face-off.
"Yeah but... I'M ON EXPERT!" - When someone insults my abilities, when they can't play Expert themselves.
"Yeah but, know what? I'm on EXPERT." - A quick way to own someone in an argument.
Then I lay on my bed for a while, listening to music - mainly Maximum The Hormone - watching more KUA, eating chocolate mousse, and attempting to draw something, which I gave up on.
Then I did my Science coursework, sorted out my backpack, and went to relax on GH3.
Then my darling Emily came on, and we played a 5-match co-op, me on bass.
I shan't say that I miss Emily - because she's not actually gone.
She's still there, thinking about me... I hope.
If Emily did forget me without a trace, I'd slit my throat right there and then.
It's the biggest fear that weighs over my head.
Tomorrow, I'm going to be absorbed in myself.
Holding conversations with Emily in my mind.
Thinking of her, gazing at her photo in my planner.
I'll sit down my aisle at lunch and write poems for her.
Anything that takes her off my mind is not worth thinking about.
Emily darling...
We're going to have to be patient this time...
We'll have to wait things out...
Please don't forget any of the words I spoke with you...
Any of the files I shared with you.
Any of the secrets I told to you.
Any of the memories we hold together...
I love you Emily... And I always will do.
Don't ever lose sight of that, my darling.
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Today's song lyrics:
When You're Gone - Avril Lavinge
I've never felt this way before...
Everything that I do reminds me of you...
And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor...
And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do...
When you walk away I count the steps that you take...
Do you see how much I need you right now...?
When you're gone...
The pieces of my heart are missing you...
When you're gone...
The face I came to know is missing too...
When you're gone...
The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok...
I miss you...
Dixie currently feels:
Bored 
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I'm too lazy to write a blog today.
I'm 64 minutes late.
Another day has been missed.
How sad...
So here is...
Stolen from stormbearer ...
70 Questions Guaranteed You've Never Answered...
(In the last five minutes...)
1) Would you kill your neighbour?
- Of course not. The one to the left gives me boxes of toffees, and the one to the tight is Father Christmas in the supermarket every year.
2) What's one word that describes your last fight?
- Violent.
3) What were you doing ten minutes ago?
- Colouring in some artwork.
4) What's the last movie you saw?
- Stand By Me.
5) What did your last text message say?
- My phone battery is dead, I can't check it. Devvoed. :)
6) Who have you talked to most today?
- Emily. The only one worth talking to.
7) Do you carve pumpkins every year?
- No. I hate Halloween.
8) Colour of your shirt?
- Black.
9) I'm always...
- Breathing.
10) Who is on speed dial 2?
- Mother's mobile.
11) What's your favorite season?
- Autumn.
12) How are you feeling right now?
- It says at the top of my blog, dimwit.
13) What did you do this weekend?
- Played Guitar Hero, chilled with Adam, wrote with Emily.
14) How many times have you moved?
- Zero.
15) What is the last thing you touched?
- My computer mouse.
16) Would you do anything for someone else?
- I'd do anything for Emily.
17) Have you ever been called a punk?
- Yeah.
18) Was yesterday better than today?
- I don't know.
19) What is your ring tone?
- Final Fantasy VII battle victory! --- Doo-doo-doo-do, dah-doo-da-doo!
20) Do you have a favourite number?
- Fourteen.
21) Are your grades good?
- They are indeed. :)
22) Do you hate anyone/anything?
- Many things.
23) Does your best friend have a MySpace?
- She does.
24) If you could meet anyone who would it be?
- Emily!!!
25) Last time you went out to lunch?
- No idea.
26) Do you have any music you're ashamed of?
- Yeah.
27) Have you ever gotten into a physical fight with a member of the opposite sex?
- I fight with lads more than I do girls. Lads are arseholes, see.
28) How old will you be in 2 months?
- Still 16.
29) Do you think you'll be married by then?
- I don't think so like.
30) Do you have one or more Britney Spears CDs?
- FUCK NO!
31) What did you do last night?
- Finished writing chapter 98 with Emily.
32) Are you a Lost fanatic?
- I'm not.
33) Do you have a song by Ozzy Osbourne in your library?
- Bark At The Moon, and some by Black Sabbath.
34) Do you ever sing in the shower?
- Sometimes.
35) What's your favorite movie?
- Amélie.
36) Why is your relationship status the way it is?
- Because nobody wants me?
37) Do people ever spell your name wrong?
- Yes. Pisses me right off.
38) Do you believe everyone has a soul-mate?
- I didn't, until I met Emily. :)
39) Can you sing?
- A little.
40) When was the last time you cried?
- Yesterday.
41) Are you ever a freak about cleanliness or organization?
- Slightly. Especially with PC files.
42) Have you ever been to South America or Africa?
- Nope.
43) Do you know how to knit?
- No. Knitting is for grans. :)
44) Do you have a job?
- Nope, I'm a scrounger student.
45) Is there anything currently bothering you?
- Having to correct Yank spellings in these questions...!
46) What are you doing right now besides this survey?
- Breathing.
47) Do you know how to play poker?
- Wouldn't have a clue.
48) Baskin Robins or Coldstone?
- You what?
49) Physics or Chemistry?
- Biology; just to be awkward. :D
50) Facebook or MySpace?
- MYSPACE! I HATE Facebook with A PASSION.
51) Do you wear any jewelry?
- Chokers, braclets, necklaces, spikes.
52) What is the color of your bedroom walls?
- Shitty lilac.
53) When do you prefer to take a shower, morning or night?
- Night.
54) Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, or Star Wars?
- NONE!
55) Fly or road trip?
- Fly! Cars suck.
56) Batman, Spiderman, Superman, Tanner Vineyard, or Shalayna Hatcher?
- None of the above.
57) What's your favorite Disney movie?
- Mulan.
58) What are your plans for tonight?
- After this; SLEEP...
THAT WAS NOT 70 QUESTIONS.
THAT WAS 58 QUESTIONS.
58 DOES NOT LOOK LIKE 70.
SOMEBODY CAN'T FUCKING COUNT.
(I mean no harm to anybody, except the one who made the quiz originally. :D)
Dixie currently feels:
Content 
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Freezepop's subliminal advertising finally caused me to snap.
When I went shopping with dad earlier, I had to add a 2 litre bottle of Sprite to the trolley.
I was actually walking alongside him, proper singing it.
What makes a melonball bounce?
The ice tart taste of Sprite!
With a melon and a scoop, and a bottle of Sprite,
You can make the prettiest drinks in sight!
I stayed up until 6AM last night, playing Pokémon Mystery Dungeon Blue.
The forum users on my fanfiction.net were discussing it - and it sparked off my impulse to want to play it.
I can never play DS games during the day - I have to play them in bed, in the middle of the night, with my headphones. :)
I'm playing as an Eevee named Emily, and a Cyndaquil called Volvic.
My rescue team is called Dominatrix.
Within 3 hours of playing, I'm at Mt. Thunder, just about to go and battle Zapdos, I've recruited 15 Pokémon to my team, and I'm at the Silver rank now, with 520 rescue team points.
WHY ON EARTH HAS "SEE EMILY PLAY" COME UP AS A SUGGESTED TAG?!
Though, I love that song.
Pink Floyd are awesome.
I NEVER EVEN MENTIONED EMILY!
Lmfao alright, I'll mention her now.
Emily and I still have our communications ban - so we're still using a limited amount of e-mails to talk. It's better than nothing.
I'm jealous of her at the moment.
I have writer's block, and she doesn't.
Grrrr...
In other news, I bought a Toxic magazine when I went shopping with dad.
This issue had 4 free gifts with it - a sweatband, a minature fiction book, a poster and an inflatable caveman club.
I like Toxic magazine.
Even though it's for like, 10 year old boys, I like the comics, the jokes, the toilet humour and the game reviews.
It satisfys my inner self. :)
So here's a photo of me with my new toy.
I even applied some war-paint.
It's actually eyeshadow - but I'm never going to use it for decent purposes. :D
Dixie smash. Ugg ugga smash. :)
Dixie currently feels:
Loving 
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Although I may be disallowed to keep in contact with Emily through instant messenger - there is no restrictions on sending e-mails.
We're both fast typers, we're both quick thinkers - it's only a fraction of a second slower than using instant messenger.
Of course, I am a fickle sort.
It does not seem the same.
Though, I am rather satisfied...
Emily has been reading my blogs.
She has been commenting too.
This one will be specifically for her, and anybody else who gets a mention here.
Oooookay, this is weird...
When I inserted my smiley for my "Dixie is currently feeling:" - it has become suspended at the top of this page... On the blue background, above the advert.
...I wonder why it wants to be up there?
Oh well, if it doesn't want to be included in my blog, then so be it.
I shan't judge.
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Last week, I finally got a parcel I'd been expecting long before Christmas.
A present from Emily.
What a great way to wake up - I thought, as soon as I'd lifted up the white box that had been placed down beside my pillow.
After the extreme struggle of removing all the annoying sellotape - I got into it, and I was greeted with the carefully aligned and thoughtfully chosen array of gifts.
Along with a handful of smiley marbles (w00t, SMILEYS), a packet of five-flavour Lifesavers, a squishably soft cuddly moose and a painstakingly written letter - were two shirts.
This way, I can feel Emily's love upon my skin every time I wear them.
So there's the first.
It's a little creased, but I've been wearing it for two days now.
The motif reads: "Every great idea I have - GETS ME IN TROUBLE."
Emily openly admitted to me, that she saw the shirt on sale, and it instantly made her think of me.
I agree - to be perfectly honest.
I'm the unfortunate sort, I'll plan out a perfect plot - and I'll fall flat on my face half-way through it.
It also seems to link well with my persona character within a story we're working on.
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In November of 2007 - around one month after we both began talking - Emily suggested the idea of a collaberation fiction.
I'd wrote alongside another person before, over instant messenger - and I'd greatly enjoyed it.
Thinking to myself that we both had a passion for writing, something we'd both enjoyed doing separatley... And, seeing as how we shared almost everything else in common...
I decided to give it a go.
At first, I didn't think we'd make much of it.
A couple pages, maybe?
Fifty?
Ten chapters, perhaps?
A year and three months later - we're on the 98th chapter, and the 527th page.
(SIZE TEN...)
The story is entitled 'Fire of Glory' - and, to explain it briefly; it's the tale of two teenage girls who meet together accidentally - both are repelled from each other, but they are both then forced to stick together to cope with everything that seems to be thrown at them.
The two characters, of course, are based off Emily and myself.
They're basically us - injected with a little bit more confidence, and given a special fighting ability each, which neither of us; at any point in our lives, would be able to do.
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So there's the second one.
- Yes, I did change my glasses. I have two pairs.
I don't know which pair I like best, however.
One day, when I was browsing Bearshare for more music to download - I typed in the keyword "Emily", remembering a Bowling For Soup song I'd heard recently on the radio.
But also, appeared on the list of searches:
See Emily Play - Pink Floyd.
With a double click, and thirteen seconds of waiting (yes, Bearshare is fast for me, it seems) - the song had planted itself within my downloads folder.
I clicked it twice, watching it appear within my Windows Media Player.
Instantly, the song was a success with me - a gentle, soothing melody, with a slightly melancholy set of guitar riffs; coupled with the strongly emotive lyrics, sang beautifully by Mr. Syd Barret.
"Soon after dark, Emily cries."
"Float on a river, forever and ever - Emily... Emily---"
"Emily tries, but misunderstands..."
Many lines contained within, seemed to fit so well with MY Emily - as well as Mr. Barret's Emily.
As soon as she became aware of my obsession with said song - Emily had to put up with my constant demands of: "Emily, GIVE ME BACK MY DREAMS."
("She's often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams 'till tomorrow.")
It's all down to Emily that I even discovered Pink Floyd, and started liking them. :)
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"SLOW RIDE... TAKE IT EASY..."
"OOOOOH... BARRACUDA!"
"I.... WANNA ROCK AND ROLL, ALL NITE!"
"NOW I SHALL RAIN BLOOD!"
"HELL AND FIRE WERE SWORN TO BE RELEASED!"
Is it possible to become a Guitar Hero NERD?
Yes, I WILL lick my fret buttons!
They taste like (Raining) blood, and fretful sweat.
Gettit? FRET-ful?
I really like that photo, for some reason.
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Emily... You have my heart.
Until you can collect it from me, I'll keep it warm for you - right here in my arms.