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Dixie currently feels:
Depressed
(Well what else is new...?)
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Yesterday was a bank holiday Monday, so I spent the day at Adam's house.
We played a few songs on Guitar Hero III co-op, and got him a couple of groupie points.
Then he burnt me Parappa The Rapper, and I tried it out, did the first few levels, and got the "U Rappin' Cool!" rank on level 1.
When I got home though, I kept failing level 1.
Which was annoying...
Almost as annoying as the fact that memory card slot 1 is broken on my chipped Playstation, so I'll never be able to save PTR, because it will only save to slot 1.
Anyway though.
We sat around drinking Cherry Coke, eating Oreos and sweets - milk bottles and cherry cola bottles - then crisps and salted peanuts.
Adam then suggested he get out the old PS1 and we play Resident Evil 3.
Of course, he played it, I watched and offered my hints. :)
It was great fun actually.
The weird thing was though, every time I seemed to speak - something would happen.
And this happened like five times - every time I started talking, either zombies would jump out of cars, dogs would jump out of windows, or Nemesis would burst out of a door.
Today's been shit though.
It's weird though - I don't think I've done ANY schoolwork today.
- OMFG THERE'S A SPIDER ON THE WALL BEHIND MY MONITOR...
...But yes.
Umm...
Lesson 1 - IT, exam prep, I'm not doing the exam again, I had nothing to do, I went on FPC.com.
Lesson 2 - English, revision, I didn't do a lot, just listened and read.
Lesson 3 - Science, Cowley just talked us through our coursework.
Lesson 4 - Maths, Wilson wasn't even there, we were down in humanities 2, and Miraan, Amanda and I just played hangman for like the whole hour.
Lesson 5 - Media studies, down the CLC, Sam and I just sat there playing hangman on the PC, because we can't really do an awful lot on our project.
Though, I felt depressed all day.
Just listening to a certain set of people who used to be friends with me until they met each other - talking and laughing down the aisle next to me.
So I cut myself a little bit.
At dinnertime, I did my left, and I did my right after school.
Which was a bad time to do it, because as Mrs Mac was talking to me, she took me by the right wrist - as she often does when she talks to people - but she pressed her fingers right into the fresh cuts, and it KANED.
So I just stood there wincing, trying to keep silence, despite how much it hurt.
Tomorrow I have to go and see those people, and I'm not looking forward.
At least mother isn't coming.
Sigh...
Dixie currently feels:
Comforting 
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Today, my dad bought me a black ink cartridge for my printer.
Today, my mam bought me a tube of PVA glue for my Textiles coursework.
Today, my nana bought me a four-pack of Lovehearts candy.
Lovehearts are small fruit-flavoured candies that seem to melt in your mouth.
On each one, there's a message.
There used to be few messages in them, and you'd get the same message a few times in the same packet.
Between these four packets, I haven't had a single duplicate message. 
I think the American version of these sweets are called Sweethearts.
Lovehearts are made by Swizzels Matlow, if you were wondering.
A great sweet company - very high in sugar content.
I'm going to use them to send a message to my special friend, whom I love.
Emily:
"I love you." "Hold me." "Be happy."
"It's love." "Forever." "Trust me."
My host-father, who I had not yet met, came home. There was a lot of visiting around, gift giving and general excitement. It seems to be a big holiday for sweets and I, being very partial to the milk sweets, must have gained ten pounds from eating bucketloads. We had guests every night, or went visiting ourselves, and I got to wear some of the fancy clothes and jewelry that I had been hoarding. The night of Diwali we sat around playing cards in our party clothes while the boys in our house set off fireworks on the roof and generally got into mischief. I woke up hung-over for three days in a row (I am not usually given to drinking) and all in all it was quite a party
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