Texts @ MindSay 
9:45 am
Waiting for the bus, trying to hurry through the last half of my current book (one I've read numerous times, but there's comments from Laura and Natalie throughout, so I want to finish it, damnit!) I really want to start American Gods so that I can leave my own commentary and start something fresh. Really self-conscious of being here at the bus stop, around other travelers, and fighting my natural anxiety of leaving home for the big, scary city. I'm such a homebody, but I love my home. There's no escaping it; Nevada County for all its problems and its nauseating boredom, is home. I miss it already. I miss comfort and familiarity and recognizing-even if I don't particularly like-everyone. But getting away for a few days will be good...I keep telling myself.
Oh-and I hate carrying two [heavy] bags. Not looking forward to cartinga round 50+ lbs all over the city this afternoon.
<Roseville to Sacramento: Linkin Park>
10:54 am
Texts
To: Juan Pablo! (Natalie)
Dude. The guy i was
sitting next to smelled like
weed and crap. Shitty
weed.
a.r. (me)
From: Juan Pablo!
Ew! Nasty!
To: Juan Pablo!
Yeah. I thought i was leaving the open,
unabashed drug
possession at home. And
please. Hygeine is
important.
a.r.
To: Juan Pablo!
Awesome. I have to
transfer buses. I'm going
to be like 15 minutes late.
Eff.
a.r.
From: Juan Pablo!
Why do u need 2
transfer?
To: Juan Pablo!
I don't know. Soemthing
about a bus being too full.
I wasn't supposed to have
to transfer.
a.r.
5:26 pm
At Laura and Natalie's apartment
Finally here. Didn't finish that stupid book. I've learned that I don't like Greyhound buses, and I've been reminded why I won't live in a big city. But I'm looking forward to the rest of the week. I've decided that no matter what Laura and Natalie have going on, I'm not going to get stressed about details. I'm going to just...go with the flow. No schedules, no rules. Just...when they go to class, either I'll go or I'll hang out and explore on my own. They've got their lives to carry on, despite my visit, and I didn't come here to trail after them at school. This is my break, and, while I intend to spend a great deal of time with them, while they're busy, I'll find my own way. :) In the mean time, Natalie's at work, Laura is supposedly on her way home, and I'm chillin' at their apartment. I'll probably snag a shower and head down to Natalie's work in a bit if Laura doesn't show soon.
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Dixie currently feels:
Neutral
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Blog #79
OH, WHAT A FAFF.
All week I've been stressing out over this shitty English coursework. I originally thought that I had until Friday to finish both of my writing pieces with commentaries. I also thought I had to have my unit 2 sketchbook for Photography finished AND my entire body of coursework for Media Studies.
In effect, I was only right about one of them - Media Studies DOES need to be finished for Friday - but that's a pile of piss, all I have left to do is assembling research.
Mary blames herself for the fact we're all so behind on coursework. It's not ENTIRELY her fault, but the fact she's had to take days off due to her health problems and crashing into buses etc - means we've missed quite a few lessons.
Saying that, I never used the lessons properly for coursework anyway. If I still had my ability to write, then yes - I'd be well away with it. I'd probably have finished it.
But no, it doesn't work like that...
So anyway - Mary's extended our time so we have over the Easter holidays to finish it too.
But on top of that - ARGH, I have to go into fucking college DURING MY HOLIDAYS to talk to her about it.
But, if I haven't got ANYTHING done, then I'm definatley not bothering going in.
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I made an attempt at writing a commentary for my first piece, but it took me 45 minutes to write a single fucking sentence. Then from that sentence, I couldn't continue.
Worst piece of paper ever.
Well, almost as bad as the one that's just the date and a title.
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Once again, Ash's tutorial was cancelled - we're getting lucky in that aspect.
Extra hours with Ashleigh, yaaaay. :)
I took out my sketchbook and started working on it once more.
I'd told Shelly on the phone on Sunday night that I wouldn't be going into town with them because I wanted to stay and get some solid work done on my sketchbook. At the time she was fine with it...
But when I said it today, she went off on one with me.
Then she twisted it - making out that she was leaving me behind. Err, proper not true like - I didn't want to go in the first place. Basically she did what she normally does - but I didn't allow her to have her own way.
I bought my lunch from the refectory - another bag of greasy goodness.
Actually, this is the first time they gave me my lunch in a paper bag. They always give me it in a polystyrene carton.
I gave Shelly 40p and told her to get me some Pepsi. Well, she asked me if there was anything I wanted.
Instead of spending 60p for 300ml - I wanted 500ml for 40p.
Mwah ha ha... ECONOMICAL.
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While they were gone, I managed to get around 6 pages done.
I have all my photos stuck down, I just need to fill in the white gaps with notes and analysis.
I've got a new way to keep track of what's finished and what isn't too.
PAGE NUMBERS. :)
All the pages that are totally finished get a number in the corner, and I draw a little blood splash around it. It looks cute. :)
Blood splashes are indeed, very cute.
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When they got back - I proper downed half of my Pepsi in one.
I'd been working in thirst. Not an easy thing to do. :D
Shelly had decided to get me a Reisen and a marshmallow twist too. Oh, and some Tayto crisps.
Apparently they were to 'apologise'. She proper didn't have anything to apologise FOR.
She's always like this - likes to involve herself in things she's not involved in.
Like when Ash upset me - Shelly blamed herself.
And it was the fact she was getting involved and forcing blame on herself that makes me angry and upset.
It always is too. Especially on the Wednesday - best example.
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Photography was fine, up until a point, anyway.
Paul wasn't in, so everyone was taking advantage of that.
I actually did some work - I cropped down some photos I was going to use for my collage and adjusted the levels a bit.
I spent most of the lesson going up behind Ash, shaking her by the shoulders and telling her to do her work.
If she wasn't on Blogthings, she was on Cracked.com.
Really, I should stop introducing Ash to things - she proper ends up liking them. :P
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Right - so when we got to the point when Photography went bodged - Shelly was moaning on about the size of her breasts. Not the fact they're immensley huge - but the fact one is a whole cup size bigger than the other.
Well so what? You proper can't tell unless you PROPER stick your face in her cleavage - and in college, how often do people do that? :)
I've told her before it doesn't bother me. She was proper paranoid that it would freak me out.
It takes more than that to freak me out, mate. I'm the one who likes 'wacky shit', after all.
Either way - I started banter.
I do it to Ash, I do it to Adam, I do it to Miraan - I do it to EVERYONE.
It's what I do. It's my sense of humour - and the three I mentioned will find it amusing. They won't take it to heart, and often, they'll banter back.
Basically, I was taking the piss - saying how if she had a baby, it would have to choose between a pint glass and a half pint glass - depending on how thirsty it was. - And things to that effect.
Ash found all of these proper hilarious.
At one point, it went PROPER silent - then all we heard was Ash start pissing herself again.
The funniest one I said was:
"When you put weight on, it goes everywhere BUT THAT TIT!"
- Ash did her 'flop-sideways-in-chair' laugh at that one.
I knew Shelly wasn't overly pleased - but she didn't express how much it was upsetting her.
And it shouldn't have. I didn't mean it maliciously - and neither did Ash.
Shelly moved away from us and cried.
I gave up after a while. She had a mini-rant at us - attempting to make us feel PROPER shit.
Too dramatic, really. She was talking to us like we'd pulled her tit OFF, rather than just commented on it.
I like making Ash laugh - whether it be at someone else's expense, mine, her own - or just in general.
Sometimes I feel it's proper hard - then other times I think it's a pile of piss.
Before I went home, I reluctantly hugged Shelly - proper didn't really want to.
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And naturally - I went back to nana's to play Bully. :)
Shelly rang me at about 6 - but I told her I was too addicted.
It's one of those games where everyone talks to you - and you can't concentrate on two people talking at once.
Then she took it opon herself to send me shitty texts like: "OH YOU LIKE THE GAME MORE THAN ME. MURRR."
Really, she doesn't understand me at all. I DIDN'T say that, or even IMPLICATE it.
Even fucking Emily wasn't that bad. When we got new games, we knew we were both partial to getting addicted. We accepted it. We knew we still loved each other, even though we had something else we wanted to do at the time.
OH MY FUCKING GOD.
I JUST SAID SOMETHING POSITIVE ABOUT THE WORST PERSON ALIVE.
HOW THE FUCK DID I DO THAT.
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Dixie currently feels:
Depressed
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Blog #72
Sexy Clavat
I woke up feeling proper shite - asides from having a slight headache and sore throat and having hardly any sleep the night before - I was feeling pretty lapsed and depressed.
I asked nana if I could stay off college - so I didn't bother getting up.
I got my lost sleep and re-awoke at about half 11.
I ate a full jar of hotdogs - with six slices of bread. Rofl, I be such a fat cow sometimes.
By this time, I was getting texts from Ash and Shelly asking me where I was.
I told them I felt shit and I couldn't be arsed coming.
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I took advantage of my extra time, finished off all of the story modes on Dancing Stage: Mario Mix and played through a lot more songs on free mode.
On a game site - it says to unlock Super Hard story mode, you need to beat Very Hard story mode - but I've done that, and I still don't have it. :(
I've had the urge to start playing Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles again recently.
I didn't want to start a new game until I'd finished off some older ones...
So, I decided I'd get my 100% completion on The Simpsons Hit & Run.
I had about 98%, as I was missing a bonus mission, some costumes and some cars.
So I drove around for about an hour, destroying everything until I'd stolen enough money to buy what I had left. The bonus mission was a cunt - but thanks to a hint from a guide on GameFAQs, I got it done.
Now I have 100% completion, with a sexy gold Homer sticker on my scrapbook. :)
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With this done, I couldn't stand the longing to play Crystal Chronicles for any longer.
I started up a new save in Tipa and made my character.
Here's the character I made, a sexy female Clavat with long hair from a family of blacksmiths:
That's official artwork - as that character is the one on the front of the instruction manual.
I just Photoshopped it and cut off the white background. I couldn't have the shitty white outline ruining the black integrity of my blog. :)
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I played through the first dungeon a few times, until I'd collected enough artifacts to raise my stats a little bit.
I thought I'd be logical with the family trade this time. Last time, I chose ranchhands - and they give you slices of meat. This is stupid, Clavats are vegetarians - making them eat fish and meat proper doesn't give you much health restoration.
With that in mind, I'm only keeping fruit that I pick up - and I sell all of the vegetables and meat.
Blacksmith was a more logical trade.
I very rarely cast spells - the only ones I use are Fire and Cure - Cure being a needed.
So I only go for brute force attacks - being able to craft new swords and armour is very handy.
Oooh, and one thing I noticed - ARMOUR IS SPELT RIGHT!
They've actually used the correct spelling in a game for once! :)
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I've been having problems with my Guitar Hero Community account all fucking week now.
Every time I go to log in - I have to fill out this other form for an Activision account.
I fill it out, verify my password - AND THE FORM COMES BACK.
I've filled it out like 12 times now.
It says I'm logged in, but I can't click on ANYTHING, because it BRINGS THE FORM BACK.
If I can't get it sorted, I won't want to play Guitar Hero anymore... :(
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Shelly started sending me texts at around 6 - saying I was going to be angry with her.
I didn't know what for like - so I asked her.
She rang me later - saying that she'd confronted Michelle about spreading rumours about us in college.
The hunch was right - it WAS her - so I felt really guilty about blaming Kayley and Lewis.
I've apologised to them both - so I hope everything's alright now.
So as they were apparently talking in Photography - Michelle made no attempt to lower her fucking voice - so now the whole Photography class knows that Shelly and I have slept together.
THANK FUCK ASH WAS IN THE ART ROOMS.
Though, this has given us a slight problem.
We now stand the risk of Ash being told by some knob from the group.
So we're going to have to tell her ourselves.
It makes me feel so shit to know that Shelly was terrified of telling me this because she thought I'd be angry.
I'm very rarely angry. My emotion may come across as anger, but it's usually dismay, depression, rejection or frustration.
I don't often feel anger... :(
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Dixie currently feels:
Content
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Blog #67
Never Been Naked For This Long!
I sat with Michaella today on the college bus. Her lesson starts at 10:30, and mine starts at 10:00, so we sat around on the tables together - until her other mates turned up and she slyed off with them.
It happens every time, I don't know why I bother with her sometimes.
Either way - as I do, as it says in nearly every blog - I played SOLITAIRE LOL.
I'm at the $50,000 mark now.
It's annoying though, because I've lost so much more than I've won, my avarage money per game is summat daft like -$40 a game. Though the more I seem to be winning, the number's going down.
I'd like to get it back to $0.
Ashleigh came in at about 9:30, and we went up to 4th floor.
Now usually, the door is always locked to the Mac room - so we sit outside it - but today it WAS open - though due to force of habit, we were sat outside it ANYWAY.
Felt like a proper knob when some randomer comes by and opens the door.
Danny, Ash and I were amused though.
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For the start of the lesson, I uploaded all of the photos from Wednesday's shoot - made some contact sheets for my sketchbook, then started cropping down the best ones and adjusting the levels.
They actually didn't turn out as bad as I did expect.
Shelly appeared about 10 minutes late.
She's always late on Fridays.
She comes in, puts her head on the desk and sulks.
I initially wonder what's wrong - until Danny and Michelle exclaim that she smells of cigarettes.
Ashleigh shakes her head and I just sit and despair her - she'd almost made it to a week without them. :(
She also told me she'd came on her period.
Previously in the week - she'd said that we wouldn't be able to have sex if she did.
So I was disappointed about that as well.
I'd woken up in a lapse, and to then add disappointment to that made me really upset.
I spent the whole lesson listening to sad songs on my iPod like Bother and Vermillion Part 2.
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After the lesson, Ashleigh had to go and see her tutor about her UCAS application.
Shelly and I were waiting outside the lift - she had a whinge to me about how she'd made a mistake and why couldn't I forgive her.
This made me angry - becuase it feels like if I ever do anything wrong, I can't be forgiven for it. If I ever do anything wrong, anything at all - I HAVE to be punished for it. I'm never forgiven - so why should I forgive anyone else?
I told her this and she cried - so she went into the 4th floor toilets away from me.
I needed some time alone, so I walked out of college and started walking into town.
Shelly rang me when I was just about to get onto Albert Bridge - so I sat on a concrete block near the road and waited.
She cuddled me and said she was sorry when she reached me.
Ashleigh had given her some money - seeing as how she'd be stuck in the art rooms for another hour, so she asked us to go and get her a sarnie.
I went to get the same sandwich I'd got yesterday - turkey and cheese - but the fucking slag charged me 40p extra and thus made me 10p down for my bus fare.
Shelly was coming home with me that night though, so she lent me the 10p. :)
When you're charged too much for something, it doesn't taste as good. :(
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Back in college, Shelly and I ate our accquired shit on the benches outside Hair & Beauty.
I got a text at about 1:10 from Ash saying: "Where are you? BRING ME FOOD."
I was like: LMFAO ASH WANTS FEEDING.
We went to the main lift on the ground floor - and I saw that it was coming down from 4th floor.
I had a feeling that Ash would be in it - and sure enough, when the doors parted, our little purple warrior on wheels was sat there. :)
Rofl, and I've never seen Ash nom anything as fast as she nommed that sarnie.
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I had a lesson with Mare-Mare after this.
I don't like Fridays.
I have 9 lessons a week, and they're near-enough distributed.
I have 1 on Monday, 2 on Tuesday, 1 on Wednesday, 2 on Thursday - but then I have 3 on Friday.
There's barely any gap between them either.
(I WOULD have 2 on Wednesday, but I don't go to Key Skills. :))
Either way, another shitty revision lesson about categorisation of texts.
During the little break, I went and sat with those two on the curvy benches. Lewis joined us and was like: "Oh, we're not going DEAD ON quarter past, SHE'S NEVER THERE."
Lmao, he's turning into a right little rebel. I think it are my influence.
In Media Studies, I made a start on my evaluation.
I think it's proper shite, but Sarah doesn't.
Whatever.
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After my lesson, I met up with Shelly and we walked down to the bus stop to get the Leven Valley bus back to my nana's.
When we were sat in the shelter together, I was starting to get a little nervous.
Shelly noticed that when I'm sat in that bus shelter, I always stare at the reflection of my shoes. :)
Either way - it was on time for once, we arrived, got in and I dived on the double bed and chilled out there.
Shelly wasn't so eager to join me at first - my bedroom here at my nana's has a big fuck off mirror that takes up one wall, and Shelly doesn't like mirrors.
I got her a drink of pineapple juice, then we laid together on the bed making out for a while... :)
Lmao, this be a red divider line - it indicates that this blog are about to get very dirty and graphic. It are not for the likes of you. :)
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LOL, THIS BLOG BE CONTAINING EXPLICT CONTENT.
FOR I ARE A DIRTY WHORE AND WRITE VERY GRAPHICALLY. :)
Shelly was touching me all over my body, I was starting to get a little bit more excited now. :)
She reached down my jeans and slipped her hand into my underwear. She squealed in delight at feeling how wet I was.
I started squeezing her breasts - before reaching around her back and undoing her bra. I pulled it off and she took off her shirt.
By now, she was fiddling with the zip on my jeans, and she's got them pulled off really quickly.
I'd wet through my underwear, and this really turned her on. I slipped them off and stroked them along her lips.
She then pulled off my bra and I took off my shirt.
I couldn't stand looking at her breasts any longer - I lunged for them, planting kisses along them, before I began to lick her nipples. This really excites her - it makes them very pointy. :)
When I was doing this, sucking and licking on her right one and squeezing and fondling her left - she started fingering me.
She went gently at first, then I told her to go rougher. I was really starting to cum - then I asked her to add in a third. This was fucking amazing, but she stopped just as I was about to climax.
I looked down - only to see the bed was covered in blood.
She'd popped me. This really surprised me and I turned to her and said: "...You've made me bleed."
She felt guilty by this - more so when I started to cry.
I have NO IDEA why I cried, either.
She took me in her arms and cuddled me. This made me feel better.
One comment I did make after this:
"LOL, I'M NAKED."
To which she responds:
"LOL, I'M TOPLESS."
I took her by the arm and led her to the bathroom.
I turned on the shower, pulled the curtains around and climbed in.
She was reluctant to join me at first, but as soon as I started washing my hair, rubbing the soap suds down over my breasts - she got in with me.
I washed my hair, then handed her a sponge. I took a sponge of my own and gently wiped the soap along over her body. Then I used my hands, caressing her breasts and rubbing between her legs.
She did the same to me - then she bent me over slightly and spanked me a few times through the soap. :)
Although we were clean now - we were about to get very very dirty. :)
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Before we got down to anything else - I had to make us something to eat.
I cooked us some hotdogs. I had cheese singles with mine. We ate them naked together in the bedroom, with more Pepsi.
Sex makes you VERY thirsty, so you need to be prepared with Pepsi on hand. :)
When I took the plates back through, Shelly took the towels back into the bathroom - and I came back with a little tub of chocolate profiteroles.
I made Shelly lay on the bed, and I rubbed chocolate sauce all over her. I started on her breasts - gently licking it off, sucking on each nipple in turn.
I wiped a little on her face and kissed her passionatley, making sure I didn't leave any behind.
Then I worked my way down - beginning to gently rub on her clit - ranging from really slow and hard to fast and rough. When she was excited, I smeared a blob of chocolate sauce over her clit and bent my head to lick it off.
I had been scared of going down on her for such a long time now - but once I got started on it, noticing how much she enjoys it, I started enjoying it too.
At one point, when I raised my head for a little rest, she grabbed me by the head and pushed my face back between her legs for another go.
This made me laugh, so I gave her it again, a lot faster this time.
Shelly only has a tongue about half the size of mine - but my fingers are about 3cm shorter than hers.
We're pretty evenly balanced. :)
I stopped when my jaw started hurting and climbed back to the top of the bed to lay beside her.
She pounced on me and started sucking my breasts, simultaneously sliding two fingers in and out of me.
When I came close to climaxing, I took her by the head and pushed her down to lick me out.
I came quite a bit, and this made her happy.
Happy enough to take out the lube we'd bought on Thursday, apply it to her fingertips and gently slide her hand along to my arse.
This was much better than the last time she'd given me anal - she was a lot more relaxed. I came bucketloads due to this. Especially when she had her left hand in my arse, her right in my pussy and her tongue on my clit. :)
Then I truly realised how much she trusts me.
Shelly was raped as a child, and thus, she's terrified of recieving anal stimulation.
I asked her if I could try it. She knows I do it to myself - so she trusted me enough to let me.
I used plenty of lube on my hand so I wouldn't hurt her - started slowly on the outside, and continued slowly and gently on the inside once I'd penetrated her.
She wasn't enjoying it immensley - I could tell she was scared because she was a lot tighter than I normally am. Tense too.
Later on, she admitted it was weird, but she loves the feeling of lube in her arse.
Lmao, that's my favourite thing about it too. Especially when you shit afterwards, rofl. :)
After much more lesbian frivolity - it turned to midnight and I was starting to fall asleep.
I was asleep for around an hour - only to wake up at about 1, Shelly was still awake - stroking her hand along my back.
I gave her a good fingering to keep her happy - then she started on me again.
I asked her for another go with anal - and this time I made the biggest puddle you could ever imagine.
I didn't even notice how big it was until I put my hand there.
I started getting immature and tried to rub Shelly's face in it.
She had good control over her head - apparently her ex boyfriend used to force her to him him blowjobs, and she could always keep her head in place.
Just as I was about to move her head down, she tripped me and I fell into it myself - she rubbed my face in it instead.
I wasn't amused - but she was.
Covered in my own cum - I rubbed my face on her breasts then kissed her passionatley a few times so she could taste it again. :)
At around 2AM, we did agree to sleep. There would be time for more in the morning. :D
Handed a college project. Got yelled by mother (nothin' unusual there) and she won'tt speak to me unless needed. Swiped my father's comp for most of my internet surfin' time since it's faster than this comp. (the temp one.) Burned off the new Maximum The Hormone album.
Gathered Death Note episodes on a disk for college. (which reminds me, ep. 27 is out, and Nia (or near as some dub him.) is my fave.)
Anyways. I dunno what else to report in on. Oh yeah. My friends seem to be ignorin' me today. I texted them and only one replied. =/ Meh to them.
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