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I got my belt in the post yesterday.
My belt is better than your belt.
Katie was there to experiance the excitement. with crazy scissor yielding and oversized boxes.
I also got given the beautiful Shinobi 7" from Martin. thankyouagaindear
this made me overly happy.
Sunday was the Meetup.
it was really good. a shame Lou etc couldnt make it.
I havnt seen some people I so long.
but there was a good number of people there. and it was lovely to see everyone again.
we spent the day wandering around parks, enjoying the first real sunshine for a while, linking arms, descovering amusing gothic pubs with screaming sound effects and abusing Diana's fountain by paddling in it. although everyone else was, so maybe it was intended for that purpose.
then Katie stayed over, and we stayed up and talked until 4am.
it was so good to talk to her. she is one of the best people ever.
and put up with my crazy family and animals.
we talked about everything there is, and it was awsome to really spend some time with her.
then monday Martin came down and me, Hell, Katie and Martin all went to see Spiderman 2.
and I thought it was just lovely, because I am a sucker for such things and didnt like it how Spiderman and MJ couldnt be together. so this film was good.
and she looked stunning in the wedding dress. yes.
Today I went into collage to discus my art course next year.
and I voiced to my teacher my concerns about how if i get a really bad grade in art then next year will be a waste of time.
and she went into a long speech about how if I do get a rubbish grade I can just work super duper extra hard next year. Or say, if I did really badly in my exam piece then I could retake that before Christmas. And I was sitting there thinking, 'considering she's the person who marked my work, this is hardly the most reassuring speech to be giving me.' She didnt say "ah no, I dont think you need to worry about getting a crap mark" so now I am freaking out and convinced that I have failed. so im going to have to start thinking fast about next year. Oh.