I live!

I have survived through my mocks!

Truly, a deity of some description is smiling down on me and guiding me through this with a minimum of hassle.

Of course, this deity must also be one twisted bastard because never before in my life have I been so consistently knackered as I have been the last fortnight. Every god damned day, I died a little. And the last two Thursdays I'm pretty sure I DID die, thanks to my Art and Photography exams (both of which are five hours long, and require me to stand up for pretty much that entire time thanks to the size of the work).

As a result, I have nothing interesting to say. Except that I've started to write again. So woo or something.

I'm going to sleep. Sraen out.

Mocks

Well, I do seem to have neglected this old bird quite a bit. I hadn't planned on just leaving for a week, with no announcement, after my 100th post, but something has come up. I have my mock exams next week. Which means, yes, I am taking another long break to make sure I don't fuck them up. After they're done I'll try my best to get back into the swing of things; we have another four or five months until the actual GCSEs, where I shall take another break.


I'll see you in two weeks.

Sraen Out.

New Year

So now is about the time that people start banging on about year-end lists and how they're incredibly important. I, for one, have no such list to contribute. You see, thanks to a mixture of insomnia, coursework stress and having a wireless laptop, the days and weeks have just imploded in on each other like drunken bears over the last turkey wing.

The year has had lows and fewer highs, but in general it's been okay.

That's pretty much all I have to say. Be safe people. To 2008!

Sraen Out.

Tetri!

After loading up my new iPod with all my music, I something very strange has occurred. I am now the holder of Satan's iPod. It's red, and it has 6.66GB of music on it. Really, it does. Look, proof!

This is quite disconcerting, but open to a moment of hilarity; Perhaps the album to push my iPod out of satanism should be The Number Of The Beast by Iron Maiden?

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In other news, I have renewed my decade-old addiction to Tetris. It's unsettling to realise that I have played longer and more often than any other person I know, and that my high score is up at sextuple figures. I blame the lack of fundamental Tetris-Resisting training in our primary schools; we must protect the next generation from this addiction! We have anti-drug campaigns; why not a campaign to highlight the dangers of Tetris addiction?

But alas, as long as the fatcats up in Video Gamer land keep on selling it (and giving it away for free) there will forever be legions of addicted fans, such as myself, all waiting for the moment the motherland decides to rise up and take the world using an undiluted version of their mind-control technology (the aforementioned Tetris).

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Finally, I thought I'd share with you some of the wit and wisdom of Yahtzee Croshaw, registered supergenius.



Sraen Out.

Moooovies

I am nearing my 100th post; hopefully if I manage to actually care enough to post in the next few days, I'll break triple digits before 2008 rolls round. Which isn't actually that impressive, but it is an achievement of sorts.

Thankfully, I've scored enough money from my relatives to be able to get a load of cool gear in the upcoming price-slashathons (read: sales). For instance, I am setting myself up to have a better knowledge of films in preparation for my future participation in Film Studies at A Level; so far, I have collected the Mad Max trilogy and Robert Rodriguez's Mexico trilogy. Very soon I shall add the Bourne trilogy, 300, The Stanley Kubrick Collection and The Quentin Tarantino Collection to that list. Hopefully I'll be able to find the time to watch all of them; perhaps I should start organizing myself properly, allocating time to specific tasks and following them through.

Or not.


In any case, 2008 is looking a bit brighter than 2007 for me on a personal level. Let's hope it plays out properly, eh?


Sraen Out.

Merry Christmas

I hope you all have a good Christmas today. I'm going to spend it eating far too much turkey and being offline for an absurdly long time.

Sraen Out.

The Clock Is Ticking...

I was born sixteen years ago today. At about sixish. It was snowing.

Yes, readers, I am now 16. Unfortunately, I did not suddenly become a hulking mass of testosterone dragging an axe and a wench. I guess that happens at the 18th.

All joking aside, I'm actually feeling pretty good today. This time next year I should have shed the baggage of High School and be free learning my own thing away from the idiots who say that I do too much work (THREE PAGES. ONLY THREE. HOW IS THAT TOO MUCH WORK FOR AN EXAM?).

But I have to slog through my GCSEs first. If all goes well, my lowest grade will be a handful of Bs. So that's good.

I really have nothing else to say. It is my birthday though, so I have an excuse.

See you people. Sraen Out.