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Blog #101

Warm Enough For Ice-Cream 

 

 

I went into college early on the college bus.

I could have gotten a lift from dad - but I couldn't be arsed.

I was planning on doing some sketchbook work in the LRC (which I didn't do a single bit of...) - and I was wanting to meet up with Shelly, who was also coming in early.

 

I sat around in the LRC for a while, writing random shite on a piece of paper and listening to my iPod.

Shelly came up at around 9:30.

She sat with me, cuddled close to me, up until my Media Studies lesson.

She was sad when I had to leave.

 

I soon came back though - I was allowed to work in the LRC on my Media Studies revision booklet.

In effect, I didn't do any of that either.

Adam came up and sat with us too.

 

He was reading out my English coursework in a funny voice.

Then he covered half of the page with my style model and read out the half sentences.

"I SEEMED TO GAP." - we were pissing for ages.

 

Sarah is proper stressed, but she's pleased with me.

Only like 10 of the 40-od people who do Media Studies have finished their coursework completley.

Lewis, Ash and I did TRAILERS and we're finished!

I don't see why people didn't finish - the coursework was a pile of piss.

 

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We left Adam to his English coursework. Shelly and I walked into town.

It was really warm, so I took my jacket off. Apparently I'm naked without it - or so Shelly says.

I do feel a lot less comfortable if I'm not wearing it. It is my favourite piece of clothing, after all.

 

We bought drinks and crisps from B&M, I got a sandwich from Greedy Joe's and Shelly got a sausage roll from Greggs.

We sat in the shade on the green benches.

They're too cold to sit on in winter, but when it's getting warmer - they can be quite cooling upon one's buttocks.

 

We spent proper ages in town - over an hour.

We walked back to college to meet Ash before their A block lesson.

 

Ash was sat by herself on one of the blue square tables.

She was facing away from us, so I went up behind her, wrapped my arms around her neck and shoulders and chirped: "Aaassshleeeeigh!!!"

(I sound proper piss when I say that.)

 

Ash was surprised to see me  - she was PROPER smiling.

I've never seen Ash smile so much when she's only talking to me.

...It was really strange. She actually seemed REALLY happy to see me.

 

We had a random conversation about freezing things.

Ashleigh is obsessed with freezers, so it seems.

We also discussed Mentos and Diet Coke.

We've planned to make a video of us experimenting with them one Saturday in the near future.

 

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Ash and Shelly went to A block - I gave them big hugs before I left.

I went upstairs and handed the printed copies of my English coursework to Mary.

I'm quite relieved now - all I have left to do is my sketchbook. I have until Friday to do that.

 

I walked to the bus station and got the bus back home.

I'd been thinking about wearing shorts tomorrow - it was THAT sticky and uncomfortably warm on the bus.

 

When I got in, I changed my clothes for a thin shirt and boxer shorts.

I got the remainder of the Coca-Cola and vegged out on Resident Evil 4 for about 3 hours.

 

I've been playing the shooting range.

I KICK ARSE.

I only have the back row of bottletops to collect now. I'm getting shitloads of money for it too.

 

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When mam came home - she came upstairs and asked if I wanted to come out for an ice-cream with her and David.

It sounded proper fake - like one of those cheesy sitcoms/cartoons where they use it as a ploy.

 

So I got dressed, turned off my precious Ashley-hunting and went downstairs.

 

We ended up going for a walk at Great Ayton.

There's a sweet shop there that sells ice-cream they make themselves.

We all got 99' cones and went for a walk through this random countryside trail.

There was fuck all at the end of it - and it ended pretty quickly, so we weren't walking for long.

 

When we were walking - she asked me if Ashleigh would want to come out with her and dad on Saturday.

This raised many-a-complications.

I wanted to spend a day with Ashleigh - but didn't want to leave Shelly out.

I'd also wanted to go to Ash's bungalow this Saturday coming.

So she put me in a deep trance of thought for quite a while.

 

After another little drive - we went to Saltburn.

I wanted a hotdog, but nowhere was open that sold them.

 

So I got a can of POLISH COKE instead.

Mam and David got fish and chips and we went for a walk on the pier.

 

People were writing messages in the sand.

I wanted to, too...

 

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Then of course - on the way back - mam dragged us both to ASDA.

FINALLY, WE HAVE FOOD IN THE HOUSE.

 

I helped to bring it in - but I couldn't be arsed helping to unpack it all.

 

After I'd gone in the shower - I was on the phone to Shelly for a few hours.

I told her about what my mam had suggested for the weekend. I don't think she was very happy.

I can understand why she'd feel left-out and jealous though.

I feel really shitty about it - and it's not like I chose Ash over her - because I didn't HAVE a choice.

 

I haven't even asked Ash yet - I'm not sure of what she'll say...

 

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At around 12, I started getting pains in my belly.

I ended up with a slight tummyache - and after spending a while in the bathroom, I laid in bed, groaning every few seconds to shelly about how much my belly hurt me.

 

She comforted me and made me feel a little better.