"Suche gut gebauten 18-30 jährigen zum schlachten...“ - Der Metzgermeister

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I'm sad to admit that yesterday's amazing mood came to an end around 9PM - and it didn't return this morning.
Today is the second day in a row I've gone to college minus my jacket.
Today I wore the Cannibal Corpse hoodie that mam's friend Paul bought me for my birthday.
I always thought I looked immense in it - yes, I still look fat - but I don't look as fat as I imagined. It actually makes me feel thinner though. Odd...

I'm sick of it raining.
It's meant to proper piss down all the time in April - not in May!
The weather's gone fucked this year anyway. We got the usual February snow - but a few weeks ago, I was wandering around in SHORTS; it was that warm.
It pissed down on me when I was walking up Normanby Road for the college bus. I expected my hair to semi-explode, but it stayed reasonably tame.

In Media Studies, we got the practice exam papers back that we did on Monday.
I got just over half marks - but Sarah told me my points were high grade standard, I just hadn't extended them enough.
We looked over the paper and looked at some model answers. I re-wrote a few of my bits of analysis and Sarah said they were great improvements.
Fuck yeah.

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I met up with Shelly and we ate sausage sarnies from the Refectory.
There's this proper random chav who keeps walking by the two of us and shouting: "I'm gay!".
Well good for him. I doubt he is. I reckon he's just insulting our sexuality.

Some random chavs asked us if we eat pussy - and for the first time ever, I retorted at them.
Shelly was surprised. It's very rare that I'll say something back to someone.

We went up to the Photography room at half 11.
We didn't leave it until 4:45.
It didn't even feel like we were in there that long.
I finished off a few half-completed pages in my unit 1 sketchbook and did some half-arsed contextual research.
At least I have SOMETHING though.

I didn't get as much done as I should have done though - I got hyper and started rubbing glue all over Shelly's face. At one point, I'd smeared it all along her lips, her nose and her cheeks.
I then exclaimed, as I pissed myself laughing: "HURRRRLOL, IT LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE'S SPUNKED ALL OVER YOU."

She got her revenge on me by getting me in a headlock, rubbing Pritt Stick all over my face and glueing paper to my nose.
I kept writing SHELLY EATS POO in bubble writing on the pieces of scrap paper I'd cut off my anaylsis I stuck in my book. I even drew a picture of Tails and gave him a speech bubble saying it.

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I literally saw Ashleigh for five minutes today.
She was going down to her B block lesson - I ran after her and caught her at the lift.
We cuddled her before she went down. She said she hasn't finished her art work yet... We're wondering if she'll have any time with us tomorrow.

I'm wondering if I can even see them on Saturday.
Mam's being a cunt - she's not letting them come here, but I can go to Ash's.
But knowing my luck, I won't be able to get there because of dad's dodgy hours.
GAH...