2009...

So far, it's been bloody good. Awesome new year. Awesome month overall. Bring on the next 11 months!

The work is beginning to pile up though. TG project. 3 Hanes essays. Drama presentation. Eisteddfod. Menter yr Ifanc. Jeeeeeeeeese Louise. The TG Project I've finished but I know it's wrong. Haven't started the hanes essays. Currently doing the Drama presentation. Eisteddfod and Menter are on going all year. Chriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiist. It's about time I start to use my free lessons wisely. At the moment, it's just me being a lazy arse. But now, something must be done. Joy.

Oh, and it's illegal to call Rhydfelen, Rhydfelen anymore. It must be called Garth Olwg. And there's going to be a uniform change. When, I don't know, but it will happen. Protesting has already begun. Posters being put up. Petitions being signed. We'll just have to wait and see if they listen to us. They being the govenors of the school, who don't really do much, never listen to anyone except Adolf. Sorry, Miss Morris I mean. If they make us wear the new uniform next year (my last year in Rhydfelen!) I will definitely take a stand and wear the Rhydfelen tie and suffer the consequences. Try and stop me.

Anyway, on a lighter note, yesterday. What an amazing night that was. Had such a laugh, man! And I got in free cause Llyr (Mr. Rhishart's son) told the guy on the door that I was a tamberine player and Andrew a cowbell player in his band. I really couldn't believe it worked. Ianto is a legend. And I have witnessed the Real Life trio of Seth, Evan and McLovin in Ianto, Llyr and Andrew. Nahahaha.

I guess that just about wraps it all up for this post. Feel free to comment. Just one little comment. Please?

Technoleg Gwybodaeth

What a disaster. What does it say about an exam when you know that someone who didn't take the subject answered the questions better than you did, eh?

Some lyrics for a song I can't get out of my head at the moment:

Well, I wonder which song they're gonna play when we go.
I hope it's something quiet and minor and peaceful and slow.
when we float out into the ether, into the Everlasting Arms,
I hope we don't hear Marley's chains we forged in life.
'cause the chains I been hearing now for most of my life.

Did you hear the '59 Sound coming through on Grandmama's radio?
Did you hear the rattling chains in the hospital walls?
Did you hear the old gospel choir when they came to carry you over?
Did you hear your favorite song one last time?

And I wonder were you scared when the metal hit the glass?
See, I was playing a show down the road
when your spirit left your body.
And they told me on the front lawn.
I'm sorry I couldn't go,
but I still know the song and the words and her name and the reasons.
And I know 'cause we were kids and we used to hang.

Short, but sweet. My god that was awful.