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Dixie currently feels:
Depressed
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I don't know how I manage to - but today, I managed to avert my self harming urges once more.
Perhaps it is Emily lingering on my mind.
...No, Emily does not linger.
Emily weighs heavily upon my mind - even though she's so light.
After thinking about her - thinking about her in the wrong way; remembering her tear-stricken face and her sorrow-smeared words, I felt very sad inside.
So I went to my stationery drawer, opened it, and stared in.
SR was there - resting on the top of my gel pens and felt tips.
I stared at him for a long time.
The last thing he was used for, was actually, to remove a staple.
I felt I'd use him for his true cause, and take out some staples.
So I destroyed my old RE book from year 9.
I drew pentagrams and anarchy signs in the name box.
Not very religious, I know - but I'm not.
I'm sick of not being able to write anything.
I'm so angry at staring at the same shitty divider, watching the cursor flashing underneath it.
The cursor is taunting me.
The flashing means that... Well, it's thinking "Har, I'm gonna stay here and flash at you because you can't think of anything to write."
Fucking cursor.
Adam was round today.
We spent some of the day playing co-op Guitar Hero III.
As usual, he was the one to get bored first, so he got his DS out and started playing Ace Attourney.
We did quite a few songs though - but the 5 star rating for Helicopter will be damn near impossible if he keeps shoving me on rhythm guitar and not lead.
The lead is EASIER, damn it!
I played some wi-fi co-op with Emily later.
At around 9, till about quarter past 10.
We did 7 songs with her on lead, then 5 with me on lead.
To take the piss dramatically, I chose One as my last song.
I barely scraped through it with a 4-star on Hard, nevermind sodding Expert.
So we failed, and I laughed - a lot.
When Adam and I were laid on my bed, being bored - I was scrolling through the setlist of GH3.
Being bored, we started making up parody names for the songs - replacing one word with "shit".
Slow Shit
Hit Me With Your Best Shit
Bulls On Shit
Miss Shit
When You Were Shit
Take This Shit
Hier Kommt Shit
Generation Shit
Radio Shit
Through The Fire And Shit
Holiday In Shit
Raining Shit
In Shit
Shit It Black
Same Old Song & Shit
Talk Shitty To Me
Story Of My Shit
School's Shit
Sunshine Of Your Shit
Shit In The UK
Even Shit
Kool Shit
Black Magic Shit
Cherub Shit
Shit Of Personality
Before I Shit
And my personal favourite:
She Bangs The Shit
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Today's song lyrics:
Vermillion Part 2 - Slipknot
She is everything to me...
The unrequited dream...
A song that no one sings...
The unattainable ...
She's a myth that I have to believe in...
All I need to make it real is one more reason...
And I don't know what to do...
I don't know what to do...
When she makes me sad...
But I won't let this build up inside of me...
I won't let this build up inside of me...
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The Book
Apparently The Da Vinci Code is the sixth best selling book ever, so it must be good. I mean, everyone is talking about it - how deep and meaningful it is and how it's opened their eyes to blah blah and how the Church is blah and blah Opus Dei! I have read more interesting stories of this style by typing "mason conspiracy jews" into google, clicking on page 8 then going to the first link that catches my eye. (I just tried this and funnily enough the first thing that I saw was a Mindsay blog. Just goes to show.) In respect, I have to say it is readable and the storytelling is acceptable, but not quite up to the task of hiding the cliched and overwhelmingly dull story.
"Dull?" I hear you say. "But it's chock full of action and mystery and suspense!" The dullness lies in the predictability - you guess what is coming from a mile off, the storytelling is just about good enough to keep you going, then you find out that you are right. Repeat until you no longer give a shit about the characters. This may be at the end of the book but you'll probably be bored silly by half way. Continuing this line of thought, the re-readability will be none since you know what is going to happen, but don't care enough for the craft of the book to go through it all over again.
Summary: Don't bother, but you probably know this already as every person on the planet owns seventeen copies.
The Film
I went to see the film for two reasons - firstly that my Dad fancied watching it and offered to pay for me, and secondly that less of my life would be wasted watching it than actually finishing the rest of the book - plot points shoved down your throat in typical hollywood blockbuster style. In this sense, it really went for it - the smallest detail was thrown in your face for the minimum mental stimulation possible. Other than that it was a lovely mix of shitty pop-theology, violence and appalling predictibility. Oh yes, it stayed faithful to the book in this regard, but what storytelling there was has been removed to make way for, I don't know, the director's massive coke habit.
I'm tired, so I'll stop here, but I think you get the idea. Avoid.
Thought for the Day:
"If there's one thing that annoys me more than things that waste my time, it's people who waste my time. Whenever I meet one of them, I can't help but wish I was at home masturbating over pictures of my incredibly hot sister. Then I remember I don't have a sister, and I don't masturbate since my sex organ is a dried up, loveless husk. This only serves to make me more annoyed."
A guy at work named Terry B (or Nice Face) makes up his own jokes on a daily (or hourly sometimes) basis. His latest punchline to a joke better left unsaid... "So Santa Says 'Bitch! I just gave you 12 inches of my cock! Merry Fuckin Christmas!' Get it!? Santa's stingy AND he's got a huge cock!"
Good work Terry B. We salute you.
Merry Christmas everyone. Hope its splendid and you maybe get a little.