Once again, this will be an insanely short post, but I just want to pose a question to you all.
Why the hell do you read my blogs? Currently, I hope the standard has risen past the juvenile posts of old, namely the first maybe 20 posts I ever wrote on here? The first post ever is utter drivel, my "That Cheat Gerrard" one just makes me sound pathetic. God, I hope I've changed passed those awful blog writing skills.
This blog was far too short, it was a waste of time, so I'll give you some YouTube stuff to intrigue you.
Finally, penis.
That's better.
N.B. Something went wrong with the YouTube videos, they're disproportionate to the blog. I tried to fix it, but to no avail.
Sunday 13 June 2010
Friday 11 June 2010
Exampanicverse Update!
Hi.
Earlier, I basically freaked out to you lot. My dearest apologies, but I did have a panic attack, I felt like I was going to just break down. But, I calmed down, revised some more History and relaxed a bit in front of Junior Apprentice, Modern Family, Big Brother and Family Guy. Yes, I watch too much television, but you should know that by now. On a side note, Big Brother looks like it's going to be a belter this year, it's brilliant so far! Anyway, after my rest, I was about to go to bed, when as usual, my Dad plucks up a conversation about French with me, in particular L'Etranger (the book we're studying). We talked for maybe 15 minutes and it really made me feel so much better about the exam I have on the 24th of this month - French, surprisingly. Now, it's like I've suddenly realised that I can actually do French. I feel so much more confident about my essay, my listening and my translating. Dad's really are a wonderful thing. Except when you ask them to pick you up in the middle of the night in a dark and scary place, commonly known as Pontypridd. Damn you, Last Minute Martin! For future reference, anytime you see "LMM" in a blog, that's what it means. I phrase coined by Adam Hill.
History is still fucked, mind. But that's okay. Thus, I just wanted to update you all on the little relapse I had. So ends my shortest post to date. Be privileged, you only lost a few minutes your life!
Earlier, I basically freaked out to you lot. My dearest apologies, but I did have a panic attack, I felt like I was going to just break down. But, I calmed down, revised some more History and relaxed a bit in front of Junior Apprentice, Modern Family, Big Brother and Family Guy. Yes, I watch too much television, but you should know that by now. On a side note, Big Brother looks like it's going to be a belter this year, it's brilliant so far! Anyway, after my rest, I was about to go to bed, when as usual, my Dad plucks up a conversation about French with me, in particular L'Etranger (the book we're studying). We talked for maybe 15 minutes and it really made me feel so much better about the exam I have on the 24th of this month - French, surprisingly. Now, it's like I've suddenly realised that I can actually do French. I feel so much more confident about my essay, my listening and my translating. Dad's really are a wonderful thing. Except when you ask them to pick you up in the middle of the night in a dark and scary place, commonly known as Pontypridd. Damn you, Last Minute Martin! For future reference, anytime you see "LMM" in a blog, that's what it means. I phrase coined by Adam Hill.
History is still fucked, mind. But that's okay. Thus, I just wanted to update you all on the little relapse I had. So ends my shortest post to date. Be privileged, you only lost a few minutes your life!
Thursday 10 June 2010
Times They Are A-Changing
Well this is different. I don't know why I decided to change it all around, but it was time for a little spice. My old blog was boring, it was just plain blue and wasn't very nice to look at. This blog has some weird castle building in the top corner which I'll probably look into changing as it's just not me. Well wasn't that a kerfuffle. I won't bore you with the details, but it in short, it involved actually changing the administration of this whole blog. Though, on the plus side, all my Google accounts (Blogger, YouTube, AdSense) are on my Yahoo account. Hurrah for boring you all to death in the first paragraph.
Well, there we go. After 7 years at Ysgol Gyfun Rhydfelen, it's all over. Every lesson, every hour of work is now rendered more or less meaningless, outside of History and French as I still have those exams to go, yes, but Mathematics, Science, English, Welsh, IT, RE, Sports, DT - all of which have now delved into the never ending black hole that is my mind, and will probably never be seen again, with the possible exception of Mathematics, as I will undoubtedly use my Maths skills when I get my dead end job of working in a factory what make pork pies, said the West Country Farmer. Hands up who read that last bit again with a West Country accent? None of you? Oh, okay, moving on. Yes, my school life is over, hardly any of which will be relevant to me in the future. But, without those seemingly irrelevant subjects, my University dream would never be realised, and as it stands, I'm 2 exams away from making it or not. Bloody hell, I never thought of it that way before.
You may recall, or you won't, that my last blog was a xenophobic rant that was pretty much entirely devoid of any great writing structure. Apologies for that, dear reader. Where this blog is going, I have no idea. We'll see what springs to mind.
Exam time has approached. And far too quickly for my liking. One of which has already been and gone (Drama) and I was surprised that it didn't go as bad as I thought it was going to go. The questions were simple enough, and in the third question - you're going to love this - we have to design a stage and set for an unseen text that we read in the allotted time (I don't know if that's the right word...oh, according to blogger spell checker it is! Well done, RBJ, four and a half gold stars for you) and I decided to use a Thrust stage (don't ask). A Thrust stage has a sort of big catwalk leading from the normal stage out into the middle of the audience. Sounds reasonable enough. Until I thought it would be brilliant to add a pond to the end of the stage. If you can't picture it, I actually drew a picture of it on paint, and here's the finished article:
It made me laugh as soon as I'd drawn it, but because I'd thought up the whole symbolism behind this stage, I kept it in to make me more memorable for the examiner, though probably for the wrong reason. Namely, the aforementioned diagram.
History and French still to come. History I'm aiming for a C. I know everyone always says "Aim for the A*!" but to be honest, fuck you all. A C is what I want, it'll get me into Univeristy, as long as I get an A in French. That, on the other hand, I have to get it. Not aim for it, get it. I have absolutely no hope. I'm maybe 2 marks off it as of my AS results. Sounds promising. But looking back I don't think my oral exam went all that well. I stumbled a few times, and even though I kept talking, I realised just after I said it that I got some of my verbs wrong. God dammit. The French exam is out of 98, stupid WJEC making it awkward. I'm going to need probably 90 at least of those marks. Can I do it? No fucking way. Gah. Why did I set my bar too high? Why? For fuck's sake. But then, to get into my second choice, I need a B in History. So screw my aforementioned thought, I'm aiming for a B in History. If I don't get that, or I don't get an A in French, that's it. My life is basically ruined. All my friends will be off to University, and I'll be sat at home, doing fuck all with my life. I can claim I'm taking a gap year, but fuck it, I'm not getting in to University, I might aswell state the obvious.
Bloody hell that was a depressing paragraph. And I think I better leave it at that. I need to learn some more French vocabulary. God help me.
Well, there we go. After 7 years at Ysgol Gyfun Rhydfelen, it's all over. Every lesson, every hour of work is now rendered more or less meaningless, outside of History and French as I still have those exams to go, yes, but Mathematics, Science, English, Welsh, IT, RE, Sports, DT - all of which have now delved into the never ending black hole that is my mind, and will probably never be seen again, with the possible exception of Mathematics, as I will undoubtedly use my Maths skills when I get my dead end job of working in a factory what make pork pies, said the West Country Farmer. Hands up who read that last bit again with a West Country accent? None of you? Oh, okay, moving on. Yes, my school life is over, hardly any of which will be relevant to me in the future. But, without those seemingly irrelevant subjects, my University dream would never be realised, and as it stands, I'm 2 exams away from making it or not. Bloody hell, I never thought of it that way before.
You may recall, or you won't, that my last blog was a xenophobic rant that was pretty much entirely devoid of any great writing structure. Apologies for that, dear reader. Where this blog is going, I have no idea. We'll see what springs to mind.
Exam time has approached. And far too quickly for my liking. One of which has already been and gone (Drama) and I was surprised that it didn't go as bad as I thought it was going to go. The questions were simple enough, and in the third question - you're going to love this - we have to design a stage and set for an unseen text that we read in the allotted time (I don't know if that's the right word...oh, according to blogger spell checker it is! Well done, RBJ, four and a half gold stars for you) and I decided to use a Thrust stage (don't ask). A Thrust stage has a sort of big catwalk leading from the normal stage out into the middle of the audience. Sounds reasonable enough. Until I thought it would be brilliant to add a pond to the end of the stage. If you can't picture it, I actually drew a picture of it on paint, and here's the finished article:
It made me laugh as soon as I'd drawn it, but because I'd thought up the whole symbolism behind this stage, I kept it in to make me more memorable for the examiner, though probably for the wrong reason. Namely, the aforementioned diagram.
History and French still to come. History I'm aiming for a C. I know everyone always says "Aim for the A*!" but to be honest, fuck you all. A C is what I want, it'll get me into Univeristy, as long as I get an A in French. That, on the other hand, I have to get it. Not aim for it, get it. I have absolutely no hope. I'm maybe 2 marks off it as of my AS results. Sounds promising. But looking back I don't think my oral exam went all that well. I stumbled a few times, and even though I kept talking, I realised just after I said it that I got some of my verbs wrong. God dammit. The French exam is out of 98, stupid WJEC making it awkward. I'm going to need probably 90 at least of those marks. Can I do it? No fucking way. Gah. Why did I set my bar too high? Why? For fuck's sake. But then, to get into my second choice, I need a B in History. So screw my aforementioned thought, I'm aiming for a B in History. If I don't get that, or I don't get an A in French, that's it. My life is basically ruined. All my friends will be off to University, and I'll be sat at home, doing fuck all with my life. I can claim I'm taking a gap year, but fuck it, I'm not getting in to University, I might aswell state the obvious.
Bloody hell that was a depressing paragraph. And I think I better leave it at that. I need to learn some more French vocabulary. God help me.
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