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I know, I know, everyone is kind of sick of all the focus that's been placed on Michael Jackson since he passed away. I don't spend a lot of time with media, so I think I'm less sick of it than most others, (I also don't think I really believe that he's gone) but ... it was absolutely perfect. I call my best friend Lisa EVERY YEAR on her birthday, and sing, "Lisa it's your birthday ... happy birthday Lisa" thanks to this episode. Find a way to watch it if you've never seen it.
Sidenote, the All-Star line-ups have been put up, and I am SOOOOOOOOO excited for the game! I loooove baseball. Why is Ted Lilly the only Cub on the team, though? The NL is stupid, this is proof, but I am excited to see D. Wright, Yadi, and Zimmerman get to play. I am an AL girl all the way, and am super excited to see our finest kick NL ass AGAIN for home-field advantage, but this is the one time of the year I'm supposed to be able to see everyone at once. Game is going to kick ass.
On a more unrelated thought, I need new music. Preferably, music that one can work up a nice sweat to. I am someone who needs a lot of motivational noise to keep running/ellipticalling when working out.
All suggestions welcome :)
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Monday Mixture
One of the most amusing events for me this year so far occured this morning.
Shelly had came at around half 11 - and woke me up.
She climbed into bed with me and cuddled up with me for about 15 minutes.
I love cuddling up with Shelly.
She's a little bigger than me, and I fit so snugly into her chest. I feel so safe and loved when she has both arms around me.
She asked me: "When does your dad go to work?"
- several seconds later, dad shouts up the stairs: "I'm going to work now!"
We look at each other and seriously grin. :)
The instant he was gone, we ripped each others' clothes off and continued cuddling up to each other.
Our intimate hour left a little debris in my bedroom - clothes strewn around, bedclothes rumpled everywhere and bottles of lubricant left lying innocently on my desk.
We knew Ashleigh was due to arrive at around half 12 - so I persuaded Shelly to calm down and come and clean up.
I had just finished washing my hands and my face when I heard Ash's knock.
Both of us were still naked - so I had to dive back into my pyjamas - only fumbling, half-buttoning them - legging it down the stairs with my face and my fringe still dripping wet, as I didn't even get a chance to dry off.
From behind the door - Ashleigh must have heard our mad-panic-dash, and my shouting up the stairs to Shelly.
I open the door, stand at the side of it and mumble: "...Hello Ashleigh..." - trying to hide the fact I'm beginning to blush.
Ash gives me the weirdest look - and follows me up the stairs.
She's barely inside my door - when I remember about the innocent lubricants that are in full-view on my desk.
I grab them and throw them back in their drawer - also quickly ragging my duvet back onto the bed and making some effort to re-button my pyjama shirt.
Shelly's blundering about in the bathroom - she sneaks back into my bedroom, holding her cardigan around herself to hide her modesty - before whining: "Dixie... I CAN'T FIND MY SHIRT..."
Ashleigh is pissing herself by this point - I can't help but laugh at this either.
I laugh even more when Shelly finds her shirt in the bathroom. She could have saved herself that embarrassment. :)
Ashleigh admitted she was more amused by our overall panic - opposed to the idea she'd almost walked in on us having sex. :)
Shelly really is fucking hilarious when she panics though. Her eyes go psycho-wide and her voice is proper high.
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After we've got over our panic and our immense embarrassment - I get dressed in my mam's room and I make Shelly some toast.
Ashleigh seemed interested in seeing the farm I'd made on Harvest Moon: BTN - so I loaded it up and played through a couple of days.
She was dissappointed when I told her I was going to propose to Popuri. I think Ash expected a big FMV ceremony - fireworks and all - but all she got was a shitty little dialogue box. :)
Devvoed much. :)
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Shelly requested that we play Wario Ware: Mega Party Games$ again. :)
Once more, Ashleigh was dodgy with her card-stealing during Card-E-Cards, and she screwed us over during Listen To The Doctor.
She has a 100% win ratio on that game. Lucky bitch. I used to have a 100% win ratio...
I got my revenge on her by blasting her to the moon in Balloon Bang - several times over. :)
Oh, and I kicked arse in Milky Way Delerium.
EPIC WIN - neither Ash nor Shelly had a single meteor. All 24 belonged to Dixie. :)
(I'd have cried if I lost the final mini-game - as that would have rendered me the biggest loser. But I owned it. Mwah.)
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When hungry vibes set in - I made fishcakes and noodles for Ash, chicken dippers and Rosti for Shelly - and I had chicken dippers and noodles.
There's always a nice crossover. :)
Shelly and I can't understand why Ashleigh likes fishcakes.
They're simply foul. They'd be nice if they didn't have the potato. The potato ruins it.
Mixing two good things doesn't always work, you see.
Then I palmed off some shitty lemon sorbet on Ashleigh and Shelly.
They seemed to like it. Ash gave me a spoonful of hers.
It really blows your head off - it's super strong.
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I took some random photos of Ashleigh sat outside on the park bench in the garden - solemnly eating her sorbet:
(And later tonight, after they'd both left - I'll break my blog's chronological order and post them with the other photos - I messed with them both on Photoshop:)
(This has a blurred background, levels adjustment and sharpness adjustment.)
(This has a crop, levels adjustment, slight blur effect, grayscale - and a lot of light adjustment on Ash's face and chest to make her look like a corpse. :D)
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And then I just had to get one of those two doing what they do best:
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I was laid on Ash's lap while we played Guitar Hero.
Shelly and I were playing lead-bass combo - I was on bass, picking all the pissy songs, because I couldn't be arsed.
It's also quite difficult to play Guitar Hero while one is laid down.
Ash's thigh is so comfortable. :)
I started to annoy her after a while though - so she shoved me off her after three songs.
Dixie was sad. :(
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We then broke out the Simspons Monopoly. :)
Ashleigh requested that we play a board game for a change.
Since Hedgehog's Revenge - back at the start of the year - we haven't really played a board game since.
Shelly didn't even know how to play Monopoly when we started - but thanks to Ash and me coaching her - she understands it a lot better now. :)
Ashleigh is just as bad as me when it comes to dodgy bargaining and dealing when it comes to trading properties.
The dodgy cow doesn't even wait until her turn to start building houses either.
I must've told her about 4 times to wait until it was her turn. :)
We've written down all of our money, properties and what's going on with the Free Parking tax prize pot on a sheet of paper.
We're going to continue our game off next time they're both round.
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After Ashleigh had left - Shelly and I got to spend some more intimate time together.
I asked her if she'd do something for me - something I knew she was really uncomfortable with.
I requested that she masturbate over my face, to the point where she'd climax over me.
The fact that she agreed to do it - and really tried hard for me made me feel special.
I'll definatley repay her with something of my own.
I can say I was certainly surprised.
I got a lot more than what I bargained for...
It was shocking, slightly humiliating - but highly enjoyable, and I'm so glad she did it for me. :)
She got so upset and worked up - thinking that she'd upset me, due to my reaction to it - that she cried.
After I'd cleaned myself up, washed my face and my neck - I cuddled her close, thanking her, and telling her it was alright - I was just shocked by the amount.
That just shows how much she loves and respects me though.
If she'd get so upset over thinking she'd upset me - even when she hadn't.
D CAME TO VISIT TODAY!!!! :-D Oh man was it good to see him! We had finally settled into reading instruction a little, and I heard a voice and I was mid-trying to calm A down because he was mad he ‘hadn’t had a warm-up’, and I just stood up and ran over. SO happy to see him. it was like… you know when someone’s hurt, and you hear they’re better, but in your mind, they’re NOT okay until you actually get to see them? Well…he’s okay. He was being admitted to a day program today, so there’s no set date of when he’ll be back with us IF he’ll be back with us, but…he’s out of the hospital in almost 1/3 of the time he’s gone in for in the past. That gives me tremendous hope.
Rest of the day was pretty good. 2 days in a row A has LOST his dang mind for the afternoon; this was his issue at the beginning of the year, too. Maybe it’s the warm weather? Have to investigate that further. Meanwhile, we (and by we, I mean Claudia because she was there) did a ton of testing on E today; he took the DIBLES for 4th grade and 5th grade (and did better on 5th grade), and then Terri taught me how to do this thing called the WRAT, which was a spelling and math diagnostic; he scored in the average range on both, though his spelling results placed him as a 3rd grader (he is a good speller if you teach him the word, but my theory is that because his speech is so hard to understand, he also doesn’t HEAR a lot of the nuances of language, and thus doesn’t hear letters that are in words, which is why he can write words perfectly that he’s SEEN/studied, but on the first go-around, misses them).
Reading group he came without complaint, and then I sucked it up and went to get JW and LF-M even though I had a bad headache and figured Larry would say no because they had their math test today. We went to the lab, and tried to write. They need to see me more as a teacher; I like being silly with them, but there’s also … it’s not disrespectful, but I’m pretty sure if I sat back and Dorell was in charge of them again one afternoon, they’d produce a lot more, and wouldn’t be nearly as sarcastic. I don’t want them super serious (since I’m not super serious), but I’d also like them, as gen-ed 6th graders, to be able to produce a significant amount of work in the half hour we have together. Starting tomorrow.
*A-ism of the day = "Whatever I can do for the trees..."
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Dixie currently feels:
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Blog #97
Countryside Run & Guitar ZEROES
Mam woke me up this morning - wandering around the house "BLASTIN' BANGIN' CHOONS ON HER FONE M8" like a right chav.
I woke up at about half 12 - after falling asleep several times and waking up again.
Mam finally got me to wake up when she asked me to tie a bow on her sleeve.
Apparently the way I tie bows is silly - she thinks my shoes come undone all the time.
The only shoes I wear that come undone all the time are my pink and black striped Converse - and I don't even know why that is.
My Rocketdogs never come undone. Mwah, Velcro for the win.
There's nothing wrong with the way I tie bows.
Just because I don't do funky loops, I take two loops and tie them together instead.
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I went downstairs and told mam I'd came to FORAGE.
David was in the living room - he heard and found it proper piss.
I went and got dressed, after realising there was sod all in to eat.
I was originally planning on having a Muller Corner and some Pom-Bears - but David suggested we go out for a drive to a greasy spoon caff.
Mam didn't want to go to a caff, but they settled on going out to "Lord Stones" - which apparently is off Carlton Bank.
Either way - it was a massive drive through the countryside with endless fields to look at.
Oh, and endless Slumdog Millionaire soundtrack to listen to.
I don't mind the first 4 songs - and the 13th track - Jaiho - that's alright.
Mam proper plays that over and over again. She got David liking it too and ended up bluetoothing him it later.
During the shitty songs, I played my dying iPod.
Dear Lisa has been in the red battery all day - but she hasn't died yet.
She'll have to have a big charge-up before I go back to college on Monday.
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Anyway, we got to Lord Stones - I had Coke and they had coffee.
David got a bacon and egg bun, mam got a black pudding bun (LOLWHAT?!) and I got a burger in a bun. We got a bowl of chips to share between us, but I ate most of them.
The chips were like 7 inches long. Crazy lengths.
We were going to sit outside, but it started getting too breezy, so we ate inside instead.
After we'd eaten, we went for a walk behind the building.
People were flying kites shaped like dragons.
We got to the edge of this massive hill - and we had a debate over whether you'd die or not if you rolled down it.
I didn't stand as close to the edge as they were - I hate heights.
I did enjoy looking out at the English countryside scenery though. If I'd had a camera, I'd have gotten some mint landscape shots.
This hill sparked off a big discussion about cheese-rolling.
Such random shite. My mam can be almost as spontaneous as me sometimes.
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When we got back, mam went to the doctor's to get me some more pills.
I have to make an appointment in a month to get another blood pressure test.
I don't mind those - it's blood tests involving needles that make me shit.
Blood pressure tests just make your arm go proper numb.
When she was gone, I watched A Touch Of Frost.
The bastards though - I was just getting into it - then it ends. The rest of it gets shown on Monday at 4PM.
I should be home by then, so I better remember to watch it.
Mam came back - she'd been to Morrison's too - got me some ham (as I'd said earlier I wanted a ham and cheese omelette) and some Rolo doughnuts.
I ate one and then hid them in the cupboard away from my dad's cake-loving hands. I want to save them so us lot can eat them tomorrow.
I'd give up mine for him if he desparatley wanted one like. That's if he finds them.
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Mam had got some of those natural jelly sweets - the Forbidden Fruits.
We ate those and watched the 300th episode of The Simpsons.
I've seen that one about 4 times. It's not brilliant, but it's alright.
I don't know if I have a favourite episode like.
My favourite character is Lisa, though. :)
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The three of us played Guitar Hero: World Tour after that.
Neither of them could pass Scream Aim Fire on EASY BASS.
There I was busting my arse on EXPERT LEAD and they were the ones failing.
Likewise when I played Mr. Crowley with mam - I was pulling off all these ripping solos (actually doing them a lot better than I normally do), and she was failing on EASY BASS.
Really. 
Both mam and David were attempting to distract each other on Dammit by playing with my thunder tube.
They were actually distracting me a bit at points. I still managed 98% with David and 99% with Mam like.
Then I showed David our film trailer.
There'd been random mentions of Ashleigh all day - so I felt I ought to show her in her full Jonathan-esque glory. Lmfao, David was actually convinced she WAS a man at points.
Aw, bless her. :)
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Shelly's texted me saying she can't come tomorrow.
I've texted her back asking why - but I haven't gotten an answer. :(
Hopefully I'll find out why...
Knowing her mam it'll be a fucking stupid reason like.
I still hope if Shelly can't come, that Ash still can.
I'd rather have just one than none.
I like it best when it's all three of us - but maybe I do need to spend a day alone with Ash. I haven't done that in a really long time.
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Dixie currently feels:
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Blog #37
Thirteen of Fine...
9:00 - 22:00
For these thirteen hours, I was fine. It was what happened after the hour of 10 that got me depressed.
I spent the day with Ian. I'd been looking forward to it for a few days.
Normally I don't get to spend much time with him because he's working or Sean takes it in his stride to come on over. He's not YOUR brother, Sean.
Though it fucking feels like they're blood related. Ian didn't take me to see Iron Maiden. Ian didn't take me to the WWE. Ian doesn't play football with me. Ian doesn't have me over at his house constantly.
We spent the day playing World Tour and GH3 - scraping together a few achievements as a duo.
My Expert skills caused much cash increase and someone to be impressed. There aren't many games that I can beat Ian at. There's a few, but he can beat me at more, usually.
He made us both double cheeseburgers for lunch - with edam cheese - *melts in lust*...
Then lmfao, he states: "Oh, there's a Snickers on top of the microwave for you."
Thinking back to the fucking mental dream, I had to try hard not to piss. :)
I'd never seen The Simpsons movie until today. Ian likes it more than I do - he's got all of the series boxsets on DVD. So we watched that and scoffed shitloads of bacon flavour Skips.
It's pretty good - nothing less than what I was expecting. :)
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Due to fucking boredom when I got home, I caved into desparation and created a new account on Neopets.
*Raises gun to head*
...Repeat after me Dixie...
YOU SHALL NOT GET ADDICTED TO NEOPETS AGAIN.
YOU SHALL NOT GET ADDICTED TO NEOPETS AGAIN.
YOU SHALL NOT GET ADDICTED TO NEOPETS AGAIN.
YOU SHALL NOT GET ADDICTED TO NEOPETS AGAIN.
YOU SHALL NOT GET ADDICTED TO NEOPETS AGAIN.
YOU SHALL NOT GET ADDICTED TO NEOPETS AGAIN.
YOU SHALL NOT GET ADDICTED TO NEOPETS AGAIN.
YOU SHALL NOT GET ADDICTED TO NEOPETS AGAIN.
YOU SHALL NOT GET ADDICTED TO NEOPETS AGAIN.
YOU SHALL NOT GET ADDICTED TO NEOPETS AGAIN.
Either way, I've gotten a bronze trophy for Snow Wars and made about 10,000 neopoints playing my favourite games. I like the fact they've increased the amount of times you can send a score daily from 3 to 5.
I mainly played Meerca Chase, Destruct-O-Match, Extreme Potato Counter and Defender Trainer - my main favourites.
I've won a shitload of shitty snowballs from Snow Wars too.
I'm not sure on whether to donate them to greedy scroungers or sell them for peanuts.
I could do with some peanuts though. The Snickers was immensley enjoyable, but I couldn't get the image of Ashleigh out of my head - pmsl!
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Shelly rang me at about 8 - we talked for a while. She didn't upset me.
She never does - but that was just a comparison to a certain other phone call that did.
I was just playing another round of Snow Wars at about 10 when Adam rings me.
I knew he was at a party tonight - and I answered the phone to him being drunk.
He amused me at first, but when I heard how happy he was, how everyone else around him was enjoying themselves so much... Well, just got the craving to start cutting myself.
I'll never be invited to anybody's house party. I don't have the confidence to get drunk with people.
I never fucking enjoy myself, I never fucking will.
I don't even have anybody else to enjoy myself with.
But fucking believe me - I'd rather have nobody than have Emily. (And I don't have NOBODY.)
Thanks to quick realisation shortly after a long conversation with Shelly at the start of the week - all has become clear to me.
I'm better off without her.
I can do without cunts in my life.
Cunts who continually go out of their way to upset me.
I noticed a trend with how often I cut myself. I'd noted it down for a few years on a word document.
After I met Emily, it tripled.
Now Emily's gone - thank fuck - it's decreased to less than once a fortnight again.
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