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

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The only glaring bad things about today was what occurred with my mam at about 12AM and the fact I ate WAY too much at nana's and rendered myself with an upset stomach.
 
Mam and dad were both on early starts, so I went there at about 9:30. I hovered about in the kitchen for a while, talking to nana and grandad, then I directed their attention to Play.com.
They'd been asking me what I wanted for my birthday and I'd had the idea when I was in the car of them getting me a CD and a game from there. Nana is a bit funny about inputting her details onto online stores, but grandad doesn't seem to be arsed - after all, he's a teleshopping addict and the possibilities of theft are the same, thereabouts.
 
So after I'd reassured nana it was safe - the amount of stuff I've been ordering with mam's Egg card recently proving it - I made them an account, saying they could use it if anyone else wanted DVDs or games for Christmas presents, for instance.
 
Shelly was going to order Abigail II: The Revenge for me, but apparently it's been out of stock for ages and if she had, I wouldn't have gotten it in time for this weekend, so. Either way, I ordered it for myself with grandad's card. It's still out of stock, so I'll just get it when it comes. I can wait.
They always spend £20 on everyone, so with the £12 I had left, I got Final Fantasy VII: Dirge Of Cerberus. It was one game on my wishlist that stuck in my mind of being £12.
 
After I'd sorted this, I was nominated to sort out their "Solitaire saving problem" - which just looked to be a saved game that wouldn't go away. I did what I could.
 
When I was leaving the bedroom to go back into the living room, grandad took my hand and slipped me £30. I was confused as to why - then he said it's because they apparently give out more for 18th and 21st birthdays. Can't be bad. I thanked him and put it in my pocket. I'm going to save it. My birthday money, I'll halve it - spend half on games and keep the other half in case there's anything I need it for.
 
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Nana didn't have any green beans this week, so I had peas instead.
I can't decide if I like peas or not. They have a proper bodged flavour. I can tolerate them, but I wouldn't say they're proper nectar, like green beans are.
 
Ash hates peas, Shelly loves them and I can tolerate them. Ah, another thing we all share a different opinion on.
 
After we'd eaten, nana and grandad sort of took it in turns to play Solitaire. They'd swap around every hour or so - nana would clean and grandad would watch the football while the other played.
I was laid on the bed continuing with Super Paper Mario.
 
I finished off chapter 7 - which wasn't as daunting as a task as I'd first predicted.
What a fucking weird twist though! I'm glad like, Luvbi was a right slag.
 
I think after 10 hours of gameplay, I've actually developed a small liking for this game. I'm still not rating it 4-star-excellent on my Backloggery, but it's risen from a 2-star-decent to a 3-star-good.
I got annoyed with it when I was at the 78th level in the Pit Of 100 Trials and I got killed by some bastard shadow monster. I had no sodding mushroom shakes left and I was miles away from the next level, so the fuckers ended up killing me and I wasted like an hour of my life in that hole.
 
Sigh, that happened all too often in Paper Mario: TTYD too.
 
So I swapped to Spyro: Enter The Dragonfly.
I really expected it to be shit - as all the new Crash and Spyro games after the PS1 era got sucky, but it's surprisingly decent.
 
Saying that, it's technically Spyro 4. Crash 4 was good too - but after the 4th one, it started getting shite. (Not counting the spin-off games like CTR and Crash Bash, of course.)
 
Some of the dialogue is fucking weird.
Nana thought the pigs on the island level were amusing - and we were both like WTF at the tiki idols who do the drumming and sing in their weird tiki talk. Funny at first, but then it got very vexing.
 
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Nana went mental with the tea today though.
Along with the usual sausages, crackers, cheese and cakes - she did a 9" pepperoni pizza as well.
So I had a slice of that along with my usual stuff, but maybe I drank too much apple juice.
 
I was okay until about 10PM when I got home. Then I got the growly stomach and realised I had an upset stomach. So this led me to take the gut-dehydrating tablets to make a natural cork up my arse.
 
I took a shower, straightened my room - then I played a few gigs on Guitar Hero: Greatest Hits.
I did a few songs on vocals, mainly the newer ones that I've recently learned. Electric Eye and Beast & The Harlot, for two.
 
Then I switched to bass. I played it on medium so I could finish those songs that don't have scores. I was surprised at myself, I only cocked up one song, and that was via an overstrumming accident.
How I like the shiny 100% stars.
 
Mam was in my room later on, insisting she make an account on Twitter so that she can follow Eddie Izzard.
She just didn't seem to take it in when I said "Mam, I've never used Twitter, I NEVER WILL. I know NOTHING." - she kept on asking me how she did things.
HOW THE HELL WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?! PRAY TELL!
 
This is where Dixie learnt two lessons:
 
1. Never set your MSN to show the last part of your last conversations.
2. Never ask mam to respond to someone on MSN for you.
 
I asked her to tell Shelly that she was on the PC, but our last conversation section was there - namely me expressing my distaste about being kicked off the PC and being spoken to like shit - via my exclamation of "Mam's a cunt" - thankfully, it didn't implicate either of our mams. So I danced around the point and said I didn't know if it was directed at her or Shelly's mam.
 
She was all high and mighty and was like: "MURR, WHY WOULD IT BE ABOUT ME?"
For a second, I felt like saying to her: "BECAUSE YOU ARE A CUNT SOMETIMES...??"
 
- But I didn't.
 
It was strange. As soon as mam started being all pissy, my stomach upset started up again. I got the burny bowels and the squeezy intestines and I needed to go and explode again. I wonder if it was rendered by my uncomfortable emotions. Thus leading my stomach to also become uncomfortable to mimic?