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Been a long time.
New Job, New Laptop, New iPod, New Hair, New Clothes, New Job.
New Year, New Me.
I go to uni in around 6 months. I actually got some offers, suprising! Chances are, I will go to Manchester. Canal Street, here I come.
I smoke now.
I am tall, but not my ideal weight. Nearly though!
I am a slag. Have been around.
I have finished my resits! Only General Studies left! Awesome.
I love High School Musical, and am not ashamed of it. I also love being driven by (straight) Joe Kavanagh to town, and singing Enter Shikari and RATM at the top of our voices. So that balances out.
I am surprised how much I can talk about myself, but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop.
Last time I posted on here, I hadn't even taken my GCSE's, and was still some young and nieve boy who thought that everything bad happened to me. I thought every boy who showed any interest in me was definately the right boy for me. I thought songs with 'meaningful' lyrics and 'beautiful' melodies (emo crap) were SO DAMN GOOD.
I have grown up, and moved on. Music is just music. Men are all different, but usually after 1 thing. And everything bad happens to everyone. I hope this year turns out better.
Fag time y'all x <3
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| The Daily (Hopefully) Update |
[28 Apr 2006|07:06pm] |
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Nails For Breakfast, Tacks For Snacks - Panic! At the Disco |
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Well Hello, faithful readers. A couple of things happened today, but I shall start with the most important, the joyous news of grade cards. I was pleased to say the least, as last term I was told I was underachieving in 4 subjects.
Subject Working at Grade Predicted Grade
Biology A A
Chemistry B B
English A/B A
English literature A/B A
German B/C B
History B A
Mathematics A/B A
Music A/B A
Physics B A
Theatre Studies A/B A
I repeat, I was pleased to say the least.
In other new today we had Chemistry, which was tremwendously boring, and we, at the moment, are working out masses, moles and Mrs, and I feekl that if i get one of those problems in the exam, I will die. Really.
Then we had l'histoire, which was shit, but, as usual, sitting by Emily Andtz (Aka Smellimy Ass) made the lesson vaguely bearable. I thought the cold war would be slightly interesting, but no, espionage is surprisingly dull. Oh, anyone with a brain for trivia, Are U2, the band, named after the high flying spy planes?
Biology was next, and we are tryiong to fit reproduction into two lessons. This lesson was amazing, as Jeanes-ey is a legend. Although I think all girls were pyut off ever having kids. I mean, eww, placentas! Oh, and I was a biology genius, she asked us "3 reasons the blood of the baby and mother dont come into contact" expecting a person to come up wioth a reason each. I, however, surprised her an put my hand up 3 times, and got the really hard reason, about blood pressure! Hi-5 anyone? XD
Then I had a "Seeing Voices" rehearsal at lunch. Foer anyone who doesnt know, its a play the Burnsmeister wrote for the festival. I am in it with Miss Burns herself, Sarah Rollason, Steph Johnson and.... Matt Foster. I play a schizophrenic who kills himself at the end. It's one of those "let's take ourselves really seriously and make everything really symbolic" plays that everyone hates, but its fun nonetheless, though Im really shit in it. And Matt gets to beat me. And I scratch my arms hard, and Sarah told me to do it harder, so I now have red raw arms. Joy.
Then English came about. BEST LESSON EVER (Apart from Physics last monday). To sum it up quickly, for I fear you are getting bored, Me and fiona giggled the entire lesson about retracting nipples, and how when "armed" they coyuld shoot webs at people and encase them, and if u joined up their nets, it'd be the internet. We also took the piss of the knight in "La belle dames sans merci" who made "fragrant zone". When I thought of zone, i thought of vagina, and i tried to explain this to fiona politely, and said "lady zone" and we pissed ourselves, much to mr allinsons dismay.
Was very fun. Oh!!! Next week is an amazing week in o0ur timetable, we have A shit day at the beginning and end, but amazing ones in the middle. We call it our shit sandwhich, but recently realised thatd mean the shit'd be inj the middle, and the shit needs to be on the outside and good stuff in the middle. So can someone suggest what we could call it? The best me and Fiona came up with was "Shit malteaser"... We are in dire need of help!!!
So yeah, that was my day.
In other news, Im shit scared about my year 7 drama clubs play.
In other other news, I may be holding a reading themede parting just before reading festival. It will be fancy dress and you should come as someone playing at reading or music related, or something. I may go as the guy from Panic! At the disco, or I may go as ozzy osbourne, with Sarah as Sharon, I have not quite decided. If anyone has better ideas, please suggest them, I need a laugh :p
In other other other news, Some hot gay guy is doing my hair on monday, so I will (hopefully) be vaugely presentable for school tuesday.
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| Umm, Me = Back? |
[27 Apr 2006|07:34pm] |
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Frogs De La Nuit - Matt Rennison |
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Well, you had all forgotten about me I suppose, as it has been so long since my last post. Well, I am sneaking in a post, as I just finished composing my music "Exp-the-res" pieces. I'm tired to the max. I need to do well in this coursework as well, as I recieved a 0 for my performance appraisal, for handing it in at lunch, when it was in for 12. Urgh.
Anyway, I spent the afternoon doing that today, and then got home to a barrage of annoyance from my grandparents. Apparently I missed 3 after school detentions with Bitch Cole last week, because I said I was busy, and I wasn't. I do not remember her telling me about them. Also, my grandparents are forcing me to do work (music or german), to the ridiculous extent they are keeping my door open to check up on me. I am fucking sick of them to be honest but what else is knew.
Anyway, in an update for those of you who don't talk to me;
- I am still single, insecure, and unnatractive (getting a gay guy to cut it, because I no longer trust hairdressers to leave my fringe, which I am keeping at all costs)
- I have had my GCSE breakdown, thank god. I spent a month solid staying to work, only leaving the house for nightly 4 hour drama rehearsals. Millions of coursework deadlines were missed, including maths, by almost 4-5 weeks, which still got marked, music, by two hours, which didnt, and almost all sciences. On being shouted at by Rutherford for missing the deadline, I got upset, explained the situation to friends, burst out crying in the most crowded corridor in the school (crammed with year sevens, and seemingly everyone I know including mr allinson who was teaching my next lesson). I continued to cry through the start of english, cheered up, got home. On steeping through the door I was shouted at for missing an orthodontist appointment (Not exactly at the forefront of my mind), and I ran upstairs crying (melodramatic much)
Was not a good day :p
- Family life is not good, Arguments galore, family members dropping like flies.
- Life at school is... tenuous at best, there are certain unnamed people who have a problem with me, in my frioendship groups, and they are allowed to snipe incessantly at me. The moment I retalliate, I become the bad guy. Not good.
- I hate Foster, And I had a bitch fight with him in german, and at the break after, I should get a fucking medal.
- I have my eye on a couple of guys. They know that I quite like them, and I wouldn't mind a date, so I'll leave it up to them, to a certain extent :)
Umm, you're probably bored of reading now, so I shall stop.
Give me some comment loving, and I may post again one day.
-Signing out-
Matt
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[06 Oct 2005|07:11pm] |
The Expatriate
Achtung! You are 38% brainwashworthy, 9% antitolerant, and 23% blindly patriotic |
Congratulations! You are not susceptible to brainwashing, your values
and cares extend beyond the borders of your own country, and your Blind
Patriotism does not reach unhealthy levels. If you had been German in the 30s, you would've left the country.
One bad scenario -- as I hypothetically project you back in time -- is
that you just wouldn't have cared one way or the other about Nazism.
Maybe politics don't interest you enough. But the fact that you took
this test means they probably do. I'm gonna give you the benefit of the
doubt.
Did you know that many of the smartest Germans departed prior to the
beginning of World War II, because they knew some evil shit was
brewing? Brain Drain. Many of them were scientists. It is very possible
you could have been one of them.
Conclusion: born and raised in Germany in the early 1930's, you would not have been a Nazi.
The Would You Have Been A Nazi? Test
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My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 54% on brainwashworthy | | You scored higher than 4% on antitolerant | | You scored higher than 35% on patriotic |
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[05 Sep 2005|07:33am] |
I could listen to "Closer", by NIN, all day.
This counts as an entry, don't say it doesn't, or I will Gay Ray you to death! So there!
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[08 Aug 2005|08:15pm] |
True Story. A religion teacher assigned her class an essay on what makes a good Christian. One student wrote about praying nightly, say no to abortion, banning gay marriage, and donating money. The other student wrote about talking to God and allowing people to enjoy their lives, and supporting gay marriage. The day the teacher was to hand the papers back, she called up the second student and told him she would pray for him when he went to hell. The student asked why would he be going to hell, and why he got an F on his paper. The teacher told him that Catholisim is against gay marriage. The student looked at her for a minute, then said aloud, "I'm gay." The teacher kicked him out of class as if he had said fuck or worshiped Satan. A girl in the back of class who had a boyfriend and was obviously straight got up and left too.
If you would leave the classroom, repost this. It doesn't matter if you're straight, bi, or gay. It doesn't matter if you're Catholic or not. Everyone is a human being and deserves happiness.
Two words:
Fucking Extremeists.
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[06 Apr 2005|12:50pm] |
The Anti-Charve
Hoorah! You scored 79! |
You dress only in sportswear when actually playing a sport and the
computer you're reading this on isn't stolen or bought from that dodgy
man in your local. You're an upstanding member of society, and let's
keep it that way. Don't be tempted by all that shiny jewelery. It's not
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My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 76% on charve-points |
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I'm back to my old style of writing, and quite disturbed by the result of that.
I'm not a chav :s.
Ok, the next three days will be full of work. I have 4 pieces of coursework to complete. Like thats gonna happen...
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| Friends only. |
[02 Apr 2005|07:05pm] |
Yes folks, you heard it right. If you want to be added, which I doubt, comment on here and i will consider your case ;)
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