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Dixie currently feels:
Smiley Neutral

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Blog #247
Single Bed + Shelly = Sleep Deprivation!


I thought with me picking up an AS - I wouldn't have any proper massive gaps. I have one day where I have a late start, one with an early finish and one with a double lunch break. But Friday leaves me with one lesson, RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SODDING DAY. And that lesson is the AS I picked up.

Which currently, at the start of the course, is a bit of a pointless effort.
Film studies is exactly like media studies - therefore, I already know all of the terminology - which is what Sarah is going over currently. On top of that - today we were talking about filming and camera techniques - a lot of which I'd already covered in PHOTOGRAPHY!

There wasn't much point in me going in, but it was pretty funny when Sarah asked the group what the master shot of a sequence she showed us was.
To which I responded: "It was that AERIAL LONG SHOT of the crowd." then I smiled to myself because nobody else knew what that meant exactly.

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When I got home, I got myself a drink and I sat down to finish off Banjo-Kazooie.
Seriously, never listen to guides when it comes to boss fights. They over-complicate them. They make them far too technical and far too WORDY.

I went at it without any help from the guide and killed her on my first attempt.
This time I'd gotten used to staying out of the way of the fireballs - so I wasn't plummeting to my death by falling off the side of the tower either.

The ending had a pissy moment in it:

Banjo: "Wow, it's a nice big ice key!"
Kazooie: "I know where I'd like to stick that..."
Banjo: "KAZOOIE!!!"

Then the game had to wind me up by having a promotional insert about the sequel Banjo-Tooie.
It's on Ebay for like £30... Sigh... Do I love it enough to get it... I loved that one... I liked the GBA one... Gahhhh...
And without a box it's £20... Do I honestly want to pay £10 for a BOX?
It's an N64 cartridge, 9 of my 10 games are unboxed.

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Shelly came at half six. She was staying here tonight.
We spent a lot of time playing Guitar Hero and messing about on YouTube and Facebook.

There was a slight moment of hilarity when mam came in with the yellow foot pump to blow up the airbed.
With the noise it was making, Shelly and I were pissing ourselves - mam went "MURR, IT'S NOT FUNNY!" - as she was pissing herself also.

We ate Smarties cookies, crisps, Oreos and various other crap while I played Conker's Bad Fur Day.
It's really pissing me off now. The first 3/4 of the game was epic, but now I'm at the final chapter, the shitty warzone based crap with a fucking shotgun as a weapon - it's turned from a hilarious platformer adventure into a shitty military-style 3rd-person shooter. There's proper no need.

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Shelly and I slept in my bed - I gave her pleasure for an hour solid.
I was quite pleased with myself, but I wouldn't let her touch me. I didn't feel up to it.
I also couldn't sleep with her ALL night, I kept waking up every hour or so. When she's asleep, she proper SPREADS OUT. That wasn't a problem in the double bed at nana's, but I just couldn't do it in a single bed.

So I went on the airbed instead. I nicked one of the duvets and cuddled up with it all night because it smelt like her.


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