Solitaire @ MindSay

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Lmao, how awkward is it trying to play Leisuire Suit Larry when your nana and grandad are wandering around?
I've had to play the game with the fucking remote within reach - even so I could just flick onto a different channel during the naughty loading screens with the real-life models exposing their breasts. :D

I've completed it today - though I'm stuck at about 98%, now needing to proper hoarde secret tokens so I can buy the last two secrets, one from the Porn Fairy and one from Uncle Larry - but in effect, I need about 300 tokens and I only have around 35 - that means re-doing the majority of the story sequences with perfects. Wonderful. Button sequences and chat lines all over again. I doubt I'll be able to perfect some of the dodgy trampoline mini-games. Gahhh... If only I hadn't wasted so many of them.
I can mark the game down as BEATEN, but I'd rather have the shiny gold COMPLETE.

...Hmmm... To print a secret token checklist... To restart the game?
Dixie is wondering... I love it - so would it hurt to replay? It's only an 8-hour game, after all.
But saying that, I do have the mountain of un-played games.

Ian and Lisa came to nana's after they'd been to a car boot sale - they'd been selling off some of their stuff. Ian was pleased with himself, having sold a stack of wrestling magazines for £4.
They'd looked for a music box for me - and once more, to no avail - eBay is calling me... :/

Nana provided me with peanuts and Rolos and she sat and played Solitaire. When she was in the room, I couldn't really play Leisuire Suit Larry, so I gave Evil Dead another chance.

Note to self: ALWAYS USE YOUR GODDAMNED BRAIN WHEN PLAYING VIDEO GAMES.
If the FIRST level of Evil Dead has a stupid puzzle, imagine what the later ones will have.

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I finally managed to get nana's speakers working today.
Even after she was on the phone asking my aunty how to get them working - because she'd managed it before with a different set - Dixie worked it out and we had sound.

So nana was sat at her computer for most of the day playing Solitaire, Freecell and Purble Place.
Purble Place is proper random. It's this shitty little game for kids with matching and puzzles, but nana proper likes it.

I was laid on the bed playing a combination of Shadow The Hedgehog and Super Paper Mario.
With Super Paper Mario, I finished off the 2nd chapter and thought, oh fuck it - then went for the 3rd one.
I'm currently right at the end. I got to the boss but proper died because I didn't have enough HP and I was being proper careless, letting the twat eat me. It's such a SHIT game.

Nana made sandwiches with polony today.
I'm not sure if that was right. Polony is better just sliced up and nommed upon. I took some of it out and replaced it with a hotdog sausage and ate the polony alone. So I had a balance of both, I suppose.
Oh, and we had some pretty epic fucking muffins.

I only feel depressed because I've had my mind elsewhere all day.
Somewhere dark and forboding and filled with endless amounts of failure and despair.

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Dixie currently feels:

 Neutral

 

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Blog #65

Blood, Bloody & Bloodier!

 

 

Today has been the most meaningful session I've spent with Dianne yet.

I brought along a copy of Regenbogen Streifen and let her read it.

 

Together, I've discovered even more ambiguity and double-meanings to a lot of the sections.

 

For instance - the part I wrote about crossing the road mindlessly and being saved by a stranger before I was ran over - this actually refers to February 2008 where I attempted suicide by walking out into main road.

Though, the day I wrote Regenbogen Streifen, I was walking to the bus station - there was a disabled boy walking in front of me. I've seen him in college, I think he has Down's Syndrome, or something similar.

Either way, we got to a crossing, and I looked at him as if to say: "Hey, wait until I go over, then it'll be safe."- and he did; because I knew he'd have just went straight over otherwise.

I continued on, he still walking in front of me - until we came to a second crossing. He went to cross as traffic was still going by and the red man was still displayed - a woman behind us grabbed him by the arm and stopped him.

 

Also - the sections about sex - I refer to my hands as "useless appendages" - although the narrator is not gendered, the people they desire are clearly gendered as female. Obviously, it's written as myself, so it's from the perspective of a lesbian - but it could be viewed as a male desiring these females, and the "useless appendage" could refer to his penis.

 

We both agree that I'm far better in writing than I am verbally.

I know this myself, I communicate myself and my feelings across far better in writing than I do speaking.

This is why I'll only ever use text speak shorthand for comedic effect. Everything I write is written in continual prose - even on MSN and online forums I write in fully punctuated sentences.

 

I know my punctuation has a spazzy fit on my blog though - I use dashes in proper random places.

 

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After my session, I went and sat on the square tables - took out my sketchbook, plugged in Lisa and the "NEW PLAYLIST" (which I've recently updated), and wrote 3 pages of analysis to stick into my sketchbook.

When they're stuck in, I'll have completed around 10 pages.

 

My "NEW PLAYLIST" now has 170 songs, instead of the previous 150.

I deleted it totally and started again - this time adding some overlooked favourites.

 

Ashleigh and Shelly came into college not long before their A block lesson - sat with me for a while and talked.

One of the chairs was taken up by my tuppaware box - containing my 3 litres of fake blood.

Today was the day of my Photography exam, and I was absolutley shitting it.

 

While those two were in A block, I resorted to Solitaire.

I'd been distracted from my sketchbook work - and once that happens, it's difficult for me to get back into the right mindset to continue with it.

 

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After they'd came back - we all walked into town, first stopping off at the Dundas Arcade so I could buy an ox heart.

£1.70 - which isn't bad. Pig's hearts are about 35-45p, and ox hearts are considerably bigger.

And considerably HEAVIER. They must weigh about 2 stones.

Thankfully, Ashleigh said I could hang it on her handles as I was pushing her. This took a bit of strain off my arms.

 

We stopped off at Home Bargains and Greggs - then went and sat in a different place yet again.

We sat by the text tower in the centre, on the black stone bricks.

THEY'RE FUCKING FREEZING.

I sat on it and squealed as the cold penetrated my arse cheeks. Shelly did the same, rofl.

 

I did vow to myself that I wasn't going to eat a lot of chocolate, incase nerves and squeamishness got to me during my exam shoot and I ended up vomiting - but I changed my mind and ate a Terry's Chocolate Orange bar and a chocolate bunny with praline in the middle.

I bought two of those, but I did save one for later on.

 

I'd bought Sprite today - a variation on my usual Pepsi.

Sprite makes me feel funny inside.

 

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Walking back to college, I was pretty close to "bottling it", as Shelly puts it.

I had bus fare in my pocket, I could have skipped off the exam and just got the Leven Valley bus back to nana's.

 

Shelly tried reverse psychology on me. She knows I'm almost as childish as she is - so she was like: "Alright, you just go... Come on Ashleigh, we'll leave her..."

 

So eventually I did end up following them with my tail between my legs.

I hadn't actually gone anywhere - they'd just started walking faster in front of me.

 

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Arriving back at college, we had around 20 minutes before E block - so we sat on the benches in front of Hair & Beauty.

I didn't say much, I was drowning in my own fears.

 

When the time came, Ashleigh practically took me by the arm and pulled me to the lift.

Once inside, I pressed ALL the buttons - and when it got to first floor, I mashed the ONE button, so that the doors kept on opening.

 

I did the same on 2nd floor, until Ashleigh grabbed me by the arms and pulled me away from the panel.

 

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I will say that in Photography - thanks to me - Shelly, Danny and Ashleigh all did NO work.

 

Shelly helped me tape the tarpaulin to the wall below the projector while Paul was setting up a tripod.

Danny was proper facinated by the heart. He was only too happy when I asked if he'd help me get it out of the bag, as I couldn't at the time - my hands were covered in blood.

 

One mint thing though - Amara wasn't in lesson, and Danni-slagface was too squeamish to stay in the room, so she went and hid in the art rooms next door.

Even Jonathan and those two emo slags seemed interested - those who I thought didn't have a high opinion of me. I still think they don't, but at least they weren't arseholes.

 

The first few photos, I'd just tipped blood over my shirt as I held up the heart or a meat cleaver I'd brought along.

Then of course, Shelly tipped the blood over my head - as much as she didn't want to.

(She later admitted to me that she'd felt so guilty about it, she'd gone and cried in the 4th floor toilets.)

 

Ashleigh wasn't as remorseful - she was manning the tripod, taking all the photos. I could see she was secretley enjoying watching me writhe.

 

GOLDEN SYRUP FUCKING HURTS WHEN IT GETS IN YOUR EYES.

 

That happened TWICE - it started dripping down my fringe and running into my eyes. We had to stop twice so I could wipe my eyes down with a baby wipe.

I don't really like the taste of it either, but yeah...

 

Tanya and her friend from Art came in.

They said the printer was broken - they take a chair - they both sit on it, directly behind the tripod and stare at me.

 

"We're coming in to watch."

"Am I honestly that interesting?"

"No, but the printer's broke and we're bored."

"That's nice."

 

Here be some photos:

 

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Rofl, then came the task of cleaning myself up.

It's a good thing that the toilets all have locks to the actual outside door.

 

Ashleigh rinsed out my shirt and my trousers while Shelly mopped my face down and rinsed off some of my hair.

I put on my clean clothes and wiped down my feet and my chest. My hair wasn't totally clean, so I'd thought ahead and brought a baseball cap to wear to the bus stop.

 

I trust them both enough. They've seen me practically naked before - and I them, so what be the problem?

 

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I nearly broke my back walking to the bus stop though.

The heart and the remaining blood was BEYOND heavy.

I had to carry it slung over one shoulder, but even then, it was breaking my back. I sort of alternated between shoulder and arm.

Very thankful when I got to the bus stop and I could put it down.

 

There was this ginger chav sat next to me in the shelter - he kept giving me dodgy looks. Probably because I smelt of golden syrup. Lmao. :)

 

The bus was proper late as well.

I killed time with Lisa and texting Adam.

They were all like: "LOL GINGER CHAV SNIFFING ME." and "OMG PROPER NEED A SHOWER MATE."

 

When I got back to nana's - she'd made me chicken dippers and spaghetti, but I'd proper lost my appetite earlier. I scraped some of the spaghetti, so she put the chicken in the fridge for me.

 

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I was so fucking thankful to get in the shower like.

My hair still felt a bit strange afterwards, but at least it wasn't sticky - and it hadn't gained a pink tinge from the food colouring like I'd expected.

 

I bought a Wii Points card yesterday - I bought two songs on World Tour (Gimme All Your Lovin' and In The Shadows), Streets Of Rage and Super Mario RPG on Virtual Console.

 

I keep missing ONE note on In The Shadows - on both Hard and Expert... Annoyed.

 

Gimme All Your Lovin' is a cover - HOW DARE THEY GIVE AWAY COVER SONGS AS DLC.

It's not an amazing cover either - it's by Wavegroup - and Line 6 do FAR better ZZ Top covers than them.

But I bought it becuase it's a mint song. I'm practically a lifetime ZZ Top fan. :)

 

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I spent the rest of my night playing Streets Of Rage.

I got to the 7th level - the stupid level with the lift, and I got killed.

GAH.

 

I'm going to play the 2-player mode with Shelly on Saturday. She loves this game too. :)

 

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I've been in an absolute legendary mood today.
No idea why either.

I went into college early on the college bus - sat around on the round tables killing Lisa's battery with Solitaire.
This is annoying me. According to my stats - I've played 700+ games, but only won around 300 of them.
Sigh, if only there was an undo move tool.

Shelly came in at around half 9, followed by Ash about 5 minutes later.
I gave Ash a birthday hug and we went up to fourth floor.

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Another Photography lesson wasted.
The three of us all agree that we can't work on our sketchbooks during the lessons. It's just not the right atmosphere to do so.
I can work at home or in the LRC - but I can barely work in the classroom.

I gave Ash her presents.
My mam had even gone to the trouble of getting her one, and a card.
Mam got her some funky pyjamas - which I can't imagine her wearing - she'll look mental. :)
I quite like them, but I can't really imagine ANYONE wearing them. :D

I knew that my technique of taping three presents together would annoy Ash.
Lmao, she almost resorted to using her scissors to slice the tape apart - until I stopped her, said she had to do it herself. :)

I got her Elite Beat Agents for the DS. From CEX, but I don't think Ash minds - she buys games from there herself. Nothing wrong with 2nd hand games - as long as they work.
(And as long as the skanky fuckers don't sell you a two-disc game with a disc missing... Cough.)

Along with that, a cuddly Buckbeak teddy and the printed T-shirt I mentioned in an earlier blog.
Ash was amused. I hope I get to see her wear it. It'll look funky.

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I was a bit overboard on my junk food intake today.
As well as getting my usual Pepsi and crisps - I got one of those 'I'M-A-PRETTY-PRINCESS' marshmallow eggs, some Highland Toffee and my usual Floggs marshmallow with the jelly inside.

I didn't get a sandwich - so my entire afternoon food intake was like 90% sugar.
No wonder I was hyper off my tits for the next few hours.

It was too windy to eat in town - so we took our stuff back to college and ate on the tables beside construction.
It's quieter there - there's just a lot more chavs roaming about.

Ash and I went halves on some doughnuts.
They're being skanky now too - the last time we got them, we got 6 for £1 - but now it's 5 for £1.
I let Ash have 3, seeing as how she was the birthday girl.

Then she dared me to dip random things in the remains of the chocolate sauce.
Like my toffee and my cheese and onion crisps.
The toffee was alright - but the crisps tasted beyond weird.

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Ash took command of Shelly's DS again - started playing Gardening Mama.
I don't like it when Ash is proper enthralled in something - you just can't attract her attention.

So I annoyed her instead - shaking her wrists so she couldn't keep the DS still.
Then I tickled her and flicked her nose - up until she decided to turn it off and give me attention. :)

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I had a bit of a sugar crash in English.
I couldn't stop coughing.
I was choking up chunks of phelgm too.

Argh - SWINE FLU?!

Even Angela said I looked ill.

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This was overidden by my hyper burst in Media Studies.
When I get THAT hyper - all I do is TALK.

I was actually being really productive though - I had the courage to ask all the questions I was too shy to ask before. - And believe me, it was a shitload.
I think I was annoying Lewis too. :)

I tried to calm myself down by eating Mentos - but they made me worse!
I looked at the ingredients and noticed why - the second one on the list was SUGAR. :)

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Between my note-taking, I was writing random things with my coloured pens.
I chose a different colour for each sentence and wrote something random about the colour I'd chosen.

[Note, BLACK is written in WHITE - as black on a black background wouldn't show up, now would it? :P]


RED is war, blood and INCORRECT ANSWERS.

PINK things tend to be intimate body parts or female underwear. Mmmm, panties...

DARK BLUE tries to be hardcore, but it fails epically.

LIGHT BLUE is for nothing other than baby boys and their fluffy booties.

BROWN is SHITTY. :)

GREEN is the colour of nature and Arriva buses.

BLACK goes with anything. Especially black.

YELLOW is impossible to read on white paper. LOL.

ORANGE is a happy (yet suicidal, depressing and angry) colour. :)

PURPLE is an evil colour. Only true villains wear purple capes.

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This state carried on right up until I got on the bus.
I managed to calm down by playing some Solitaire and listening to Blackmore's Night.
A calming combination. :)

When I got home, I ate noodles and finished off the story on Bully: Scholarship Edition.
Currently at 96% - let's see if we can get the 100% this time.

I'm hoping I can. On top of the two missions I missed out last time - I've found one that's not even listed on the GameFAQs guides!
I found it on a Strategy Wiki page though - so someone's acknowledged its existance...

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I would say D block Media Studies was tolerable today.
I miss coursework... :(
I'm wanting to know when we get our grades for it.
Hopefully I won't have totally fucked it up.

Making that trailer was some of the best days I've spent with Ash and Shelly.
Tipping fake vomit down Ash's shirt was the best part - especially when it went through to her underwear - lmfao.

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I couldn't be arsed going into town today - and I had a few more quid than usual.
So I stayed in college and ate stuff from the bistro.
I wasn't in the mood for refectory goodness.

So I got myself a ham salad sandwich and some crisps from the vender.
I'd bought myself some SUPER RETRO LOWCOCKS LEMONADE from the shop this morning.
It looks like a bottle from the 80's. At least it was plastic, as opposed to glass.
It's quite good too, slightly bitter aftertaste, but still pretty tasty.

I put this away for later.

I played a few games of Solitaire on Lisa, until I got bored and hungry - so I ate my sandwich.
Quite delectable - better than expected.

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Shelly appeared a few hours into my massive break - Ashleigh followed about half an hour later.
I was sat opposite her on one of the big oval tables - gazing lovingly at her.
She got upset, saying she didn't deserve anybody to look at her like that - so I held her hands and insisted that she deserved everything I gave her.

Adam met up with us too - I gave him a blank CD. He said he'd burn me some songs to listen to in the car on the journey to South Lakes on Saturday.

Shelly skanked the vender - ended up with two bags of McCoys.
She gave me one - I gave Adam a handful of them and scoffed the rest myself.
I was in a right mood for crisps.

Adam took out about ten thousand empty bottles from his bag - well, more accuaratley, three.
Diet Cherry Coke, Cherry Coke and Pepsi Max.

I spent the next 15 minutes sniffing the Diet Cherry Coke bottle.
It smells PROPER lush.
Tastes like rat piss - but it has a mint smell.

DIET Cherry Coke just shouldn't be allowed.

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I've discovered something new to amuse me.
Giving Ashleigh dead arms! :)

It's mean, but it's ever so fun.
She got sick of it after a while though - practically pinned me to the wall by my shoulders, held onto my arm with her IRON GRIP and gave me one back.
She's too rough - she's a lot stronger than me.

Slag. :)

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B Block pissed me off beyond belief.
We're now starting practice exam questions.
Natually, I couldn't do them - I still can't write.

Mary sent me in the next room to work alone, as she could see how stressed and upset I was getting.
I didn't do anything - I just read through a shitload of revision notes - so it wasn't like I totally wasted my time.
Bastards.

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I cheered myself up a bit when I got home with some double cheesy chicken burgers and Spongebob Squarepants.
Quite a mint combination, actually. :)