FUCKING COLLEGE.

SERIOUSLY.

Are the A2 students like an overlooked minority?
Yeah, tell all the shitty little AS students that the college buses AREN'T running, but totally let it slip your mind that there's still fucking A2s who get them as well!!

So on top of the fact I was TOO early for it - I was too early waiting for a fucking bus that wasn't even coming.
So I ended up sitting in this random bus shelter before a Leven Valley bus ended up coming.
Dixie wasn't pleased.
She let her rage out on the people and old biddies on the bus by playing the loudest and heaviest Metallica songs she could find on Lisa on full blast.
 
When I got to college, I was still too fucking early for Media Studies, so I sat about playing Solitaire. I drank my entire bottle of water in RAGE.

Media Studies also, was seemingly pointless.
It was a recap lesson of everything I'm never going to fucking forget because of my photographic memory - and because it's been RECAPPED so many times before, it's fucking ENGRAVED on the inside of my eyelids.
Sarah did get me thinking about my coursework though. I'm looking forward to the fact I have to make two films this year, and I'll never have a camera out of my hands due to A2 Photography.

At the lunch break, I walked into town with Lewis.
I bought a Greedy Joe's epic sandwich. I wasn't actually going to eat because I wasn't very hungry, but I ate out of rage. Grrrrrrrrr...
Then we went over to Gamestation to see if they sold N64 games. They don't, because they're pricks. So we went to Chips instead. They do sell them, but they have a really small selection. There was only one that caught my eye - which was Turok. I ended up buying the Little Britain game for PS2 instead. It looks mildly amusing.

If grandad gives me any more pocket money this week, I'll re-consider Turok, and maybe look into the others. Sometimes shitty-sounding games turn out okay.

We went back to college for our last lessons. I had Photography.
We started this shitty little mini-projecs about icons.
I ended up taking some really random but reaonable compositons made from piles of almost-carefully arranged metal objects I found lying about the art rooms.

Easel clips, compasses, paint brushers, stanley knives, cans of spray paint, cans of board cleaner, mirrors, metal rulers and paper clips.
When I was mooching, I found this piece of hardened modelling clay. It was a little dude that Ash had had on the desk beside her to use as a reference when she was painting one of her final pieces. It made me feel proper sad and nostalgic like.