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Tuesday was so shitty.
I did shite all once again in English Language.
Angela can either be helpful, or totally fucking ignore you.

JUST BECAUSE I GOT AN A* AT GCSE, DOESN'T MEAN I'LL NEVER STRUGGLE WITH AS-LEVEL WORK.

Fucking slag.
So sick of being ignored.
Do I not pull a good enough "I'm-fucking-struggling-here-come-and-fucking-help-me" face?!

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I was so bored when Ashleigh want up to tutorial.
I didn't bring my black ringbinder with me - and all I wanted to do was draw.
So I ended up sitting playing Solitaire, listening to Rammstein albums.

I've discovered another song I really like by them - Rein Raus.
Translates to 'In Out' - and it's all about sexxxxxxx. Lmfao. Rammstein have funny songs.

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When Shelly arrived - she had a bandage around the foot she'd kaned in on the Saturday night and she was hobbling around like a drunken peg-legged pirate.

Yet, she still insisted we go to town.
This of course, was me walking and pushing Ash at my normal speed - Shelly said I was walking too fast.
Lmao, she should see how fast I walk when I'm alone. Especially walking to the bus station.

Ashleigh and I have decided we're not letting Shelly come into town until she's steadier on her foot.
We don't want her to end up hurting herself.

I got a £1.99 King Deal from Burger King.
Small fries, a small cheeseburger and a small Coke.

It wasn't bad - was actually quite filling - wasn't bloating like my favourite XL bacon double.
If I get another one though, I'll request that they don't include gherkins, tomato sauce or mustard.
I'm not a fan of scraping foul condiments from the top of my bun with a napkin.

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We went up to Photography when we came back.
Everyone's in a mad panic hurry to get both sketchbooks finished.

My unit 2 is practically done - I just need to add in my final piece and all that accompanying shite.
My unit 1 is a pile of shite though. I'm not looking forward to working on that again.

I can't remember what triggered it off - but I started feeling really shitty during this lesson.
I wasted my time away looking at random shite on DeviantArt and reading over my old blog entries.

I then found Lisa's blog.
It was quite an interesting read.
At first, I wasn't sure if it was LISA Lisa - but with the discovery of many clues - such as the Kitsune, and the mentioning of me and the forum - I knew it was her.
Some parts upset me though.

It seems Lisa is also a person who hates my changing moods and my constant depression.
Much like Emily, so it seems.

I can't change who I am.
People hate me for who I am - but when I try to change who I am, it doesn't work.
It never fucking does.

I couldn't even keep up with my plan I had for when I started college this year.
I planned to keep myself to myself, sit alone all the time and never speak unless I had to.
(Fuck's sake, that WILL be my plan for next year and at Uni - I won't have Ash and Shelly)

Saying that, it's straying away from this plan that allowed me to befriend Ash and Shelly.
Hmmmm... I'm glad I did.

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Shelly nicked out of her A block lesson to sit on the stairs on 4th floor that lead up to the roof with me.
I was upset and I was doing my random crying - so she cuddled me, keeping a massive wodge of bog roll beside me so I could use it when I spurted.

I think some of the things I told her upset her though.
I really need to stop saying what I really think.
I think she appreciates the fact I'm honest, but...

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And when I returned home - I did FUCK ALL.
I don't know how I can waste away from 5PM to 12AM - but I manage it somehow!

I need to stop wasting my time.
I need to start updating blogs and completing games.

I'd like to be drawing, making comics and writing - but I don't think I can yet...

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I printed out a T-shirt transfer I made a while back today and mam ironed it onto a white shirt for me.
I've done it for Ashleigh - I've wrapped it up with her other two presents I've got her for her birthday on Friday.

Back in December, near enough - we joked about the "no bikes", "no scooters" and "no rollerskates" sign on the door of the Dundas Shopping Mall.
Wondered what a "no wheelchairs" sign would look like.

I went home that night and made this on Photoshop:



So that be what is on Ashleigh's shirt. :)
Lmao, it'll be funny if she wears it.
I suggested I put it on a shirt before, and she said she would do.

Now seems a good time to present it to her, no?

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And in other news - our shower is broken - thanks to my STUPID SLAG OF A MOTHER.
She's snapped the bastard shower cord - so now it won't even turn on.

SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG.

Now I have to have fucking baths.
Baths make me ANGRY.
I sit in the water and that gives me time to think.
The bath takes forever to run as well - and I always end up running it too hot.

When I think - I think about the wrong things. Things that upset me.
And I can't rinse my hair properly.

Baths make me feel dirtier than I did before I got in them.
When I see the water's changed once I've gotten out of it - I think that I've been laid in my own filth.
Thus, I feel dirty - and that upsets me and stresses me out even more.

Yep, I really fucking hate baths.

.Tonight is my last night in Oxford town. I can't wait to get out of here. Then again, I'm so afraid I won't be ready to go.

."I wanted to tell you goodbye. I won't see you before I leave tomorrow. Maybe it's for the best."

.Goodbye, friend. I know you don't care, but I loved you once.

.My transfer application will be in Bennington, Vermont Monday morning. Sigh.

.Unfortunately, my graded essay and high school transcript will not. I'm going to have to overnight my graded essay Monday. Hopefully my high school will overnight my transcript. Something tells me they won't. Bitches. I'm so glad I'm not in high school anymore.

.I overdrew from my account for the first time. I have no idea how I did it, but I did. And by a lot, too.  Something fishy is going on. I put in $75 and it said I had -$14. WTF. I haven't bought anything expensive recently, so what's going on?

.I need food.

.And a shower. Sigh.

."Why can't you just be happy?"

.My mother didn't take my desire to transfer schools very well.

.Sigh.