Exam @ MindSay

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Soooo...
Naturally, I had to wake up reasonably early today to go into college and collect the shitty envelope.

As it often goes... We have the good, the bad and the ugly.
But mine is the reasonable, the shit and the unexpected.

The shit of course, is my English Language.
Go and fuck yourself AQA - you pile of wank with your dodgy as fuck exam papers and your shitty coursework.

Put it this way, if I'd gotten a D - I'd be deleting all of my writing and never writing another sentence. As far as I'm aware, DATWBSVOH, TFATH, #1263 and the rest of them are still in their folder.
You are supposed to get two grades lower than your GCSE results.
So I was supposed to drop from my sexy A* to a B - BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOO...

The reasonable is my Photography.
I expected a C - I got one. No harm done.

But it's hilarious - I was the 4th highest in the group for sketchbook marks.
PAUL'S SKETCHBOOK MARKS - hence the reason everyone's got a shock today, he marked them all wrong.

Michelle was first, Ash was second, Shelly was third and I was fourth.
Exam results determined that...

I came first! :D
I BEAT ASH. I BEAT ASH, I BEAT ASH, I BEAT AAAAAASSSSSHHH!!!
Mwah ha ha, that's all I wanted to do. :D

I beat her by seven marks. We both got C - which is alright. :)
But the real shock came when Michelle got a D and Shelly got a fucking E!
I knew Paul's marking was fucked but I hadn't realised HOW fucked.


And now for the unexpected.
Going with the 'drop-two-grades' theory - I should have gotten a B for Media Studies.
Nah. I didn't do that.
GOT A FUCKING A INSTEAD. LMFAO.

Well, my coursework was totally epic and the exam was a pile of piss.
Lewis and Ash both got the same grade for coursework. :D
We all got Bs for the coursework and As for the exam - which just goes to show, I wasn't the only one who pissed all over it. Take THAT, AQA!

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I'd barely had my results in my hand for a second when mam had taken them off me and Sarah had swooped over, asking how I'd done.
To which I simply responded: "I don't know, I've only looked at them for A SECOND."
Sarah was pleased with me - she even said that if I carry on the same standard at A2, I could end up with an A*. Sounds alright, but will it be possible?

I passed Dianne on the way out too. She was more pleased with me than my mam was...
And as I was leaving, I had the voice in the head that was saying: "OMG, DIANNE JUST SAW YOUR MAM."

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On the way home, we stopped off at Hairwaves.
Debbie was outside having a cigarette. She was more pleased with my results than my mam was as well.
Of course, I pulled my modest face. Well, it was sort of modest - sort of embarrassed at how shit my fucking English grade was.

I got my eyebrows waxed. :)
It was weird this time, I actually had it done in the upstairs room, laid on this random bed with some weird arse piano concerto coupled with ocean sounds playing in the background.

I've discovered that apparently I have beasty follicles - which apparently makes waxing my eyebrows hurt a lot more than it'd hurt anyone else.
But it proper DOESN'T hurt. :/

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When we got home, I played Super Smash Bros.
I managed to finish the single-player mode with Samus, along with finishing one or two of the shitty bonus levels - with thanks to video tutorials on YouTube. :)

Mam came up, she'd been out and bought me a reward for my results, along with a card that was addressed to "MEDIA GENIUS".
Inside it said: "We are VERY VERY VERY proud of you" - I wonder if she means that. I'm pondering, is mam like me? Is she far better in words than she is in speech?

Either way, she gave me cards to give to Shelly and Ash too.
I rang Ash not long after I'd gotten home - her mam is proper buzzing off the walls.
And she's gotten her place at university - good on her. :D

But back to the point, this is the arrangement of stuff that I pulled out of the bag she presented me:



Modelling clay and Haribo Maom! :D
It's a very colourful collection of stuff.

So naturally, I started making things, as I listened to Rammstein and ate chews. :)
All I have to do is look around my room and there's endless characters jumping out at me.
There's Link, Spyro, Crash Bandicoot, various Pokémon, various Simpsons characters, Mario, Luigi, Donkey Kong, Wario, Cortex and several Happy Tree Friends characters.

So of course, I can't decide who to make first!
I've made three today:



There's Pikachu - my first. :D



Made on request by mam - Psyduck.
When I asked who I should make next, she said "that orange duck who always had a headache" :)
There's the figure to compare it too, but I think I made him a bit TOO orange...



And straying away from the Pokémon theme - Homer Simpson. :)
He was proper staring at me from my collection of action figures on top of the bookshelf, so I made him too. :)

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I went downstairs after this and watched telly with mam for a bit.
We watched Come Dine With Me and Roar.

Then I persuaded her to come play on the Wii with me.
We started out playing Wii Play - but she got fed up with me winning dramatically every time, so we swapped to Guitar Hero.

Now this persuasion worked a little TOO well - we were playing from 4PM till 7:30PM. :)

We started out on Expert-Guitar, Easy-Bass combination, but then mam wanted to go on vocals.
So I swapped to drums - so then we had Medium-Drums, Easy-Vocals combination.

We went through all the songs on GH: Greatest Hits that she knew, then we switched to GH: World Tour to play more.
In all, we must've played over 40 songs in total.
Fucking hilarious at some parts though, mam's freestyles were just EPIC.

"I don't want to freeeeeeestyle, coz it's embarraaaaaaassing... But I get points, soooooo...!!!"

We had to keep pausing the game though, because people kept ringing us both to see how I'd done in my exams. We had nana, Ian, Paul and even Tracey had congratulated me over Facebook.
But of course, dad didn't even ring me up. This gave mam something else to moan at him about, but...
At the same time, this upset me. He was even in my room at one point - the two cards for Ash and Shelly, along with my results slip was ON THE DESK. He put them on the bed without even glancing at them or sparing a thought. :(

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Then I ate chicken legs and chicken noodles. A mint combination. :)
I watched How Clean Is Your House? with mam, then this random documentary about this woman who tried to smuggle cocaine through Cuba.

At 11, I spoke to Shelly on the phone for an hour.
It was a conversation with mixed emotions.
I had my occasional shout at her when she started being stupid, talking about how she's starving herself to get to a size 14.
Seriously, if she ends up thinner than me, I'll feel so fucking self-concious.
I'd never have sex with someone if they were smaller than me. Bigger is fine and the same size is fine too.
I don't care how fat someone is, as long as they love me for who I am.

But if they were thinner than me, I'd utterly refuse to be naked with them. :(

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And so continues the upmost shit of Stepping Up.
(And I hate the fact that whenever I write that, I'll write a double E, instead of a double P. It enrages me so...)


Wednesdays continue to be one of the shitter days of the week.
I continue to kick absolute arse - I smashed my Key Skills exam.
I actually did what I did in the practice one in the real one.
It took me the same amount of time, near enough - and I got the same mark: 35/40. :)

An easy pass, so it seems.

I actually spent a lot of time in college with Shelly today.
We felt our privacy was being invaded by having that homphobic blonde cunt wandering around, so we went and sat on the fourth floor stairs.

I watched Shelly play Sonic The Hedgehog on her DS.
I had a go - managed to clear one of the acts on the level that Shelly claims is the hardest on the game.

In Photography, I continued planning out my ideas from yesterday.
I've managed to find a few contextual examples and noted down a lot of possible ideas.

I wanted to buy a sketchbook today, but Paul's told me to wait until Friday.
I'm NOT doing what I did at AS-level - leaving the entire thing till the last second.
I'm not having another mad-panic-dash to get my sketchbook completed.

I'm not ending up DAFT BEHIND.
This time, I'm going to be DAFT AHEAD. :)

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I'm sad to admit that yesterday's amazing mood came to an end around 9PM - and it didn't return this morning.
Today is the second day in a row I've gone to college minus my jacket.
Today I wore the Cannibal Corpse hoodie that mam's friend Paul bought me for my birthday.
I always thought I looked immense in it - yes, I still look fat - but I don't look as fat as I imagined. It actually makes me feel thinner though. Odd...

I'm sick of it raining.
It's meant to proper piss down all the time in April - not in May!
The weather's gone fucked this year anyway. We got the usual February snow - but a few weeks ago, I was wandering around in SHORTS; it was that warm.
It pissed down on me when I was walking up Normanby Road for the college bus. I expected my hair to semi-explode, but it stayed reasonably tame.

In Media Studies, we got the practice exam papers back that we did on Monday.
I got just over half marks - but Sarah told me my points were high grade standard, I just hadn't extended them enough.
We looked over the paper and looked at some model answers. I re-wrote a few of my bits of analysis and Sarah said they were great improvements.
Fuck yeah. :P

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I met up with Shelly and we ate sausage sarnies from the Refectory.
There's this proper random chav who keeps walking by the two of us and shouting: "I'm gay!".
Well good for him. I doubt he is. I reckon he's just insulting our sexuality.

Some random chavs asked us if we eat pussy - and for the first time ever, I retorted at them.
Shelly was surprised. It's very rare that I'll say something back to someone.

We went up to the Photography room at half 11.
We didn't leave it until 4:45.
It didn't even feel like we were in there that long.
I finished off a few half-completed pages in my unit 1 sketchbook and did some half-arsed contextual research.
At least I have SOMETHING though.

I didn't get as much done as I should have done though - I got hyper and started rubbing glue all over Shelly's face. At one point, I'd smeared it all along her lips, her nose and her cheeks.
I then exclaimed, as I pissed myself laughing: "HURRRRLOL, IT LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE'S SPUNKED ALL OVER YOU."

She got her revenge on me by getting me in a headlock, rubbing Pritt Stick all over my face and glueing paper to my nose.
I kept writing SHELLY EATS POO in bubble writing on the pieces of scrap paper I'd cut off my anaylsis I stuck in my book. I even drew a picture of Tails and gave him a speech bubble saying it.

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I literally saw Ashleigh for five minutes today.
She was going down to her B block lesson - I ran after her and caught her at the lift.
We cuddled her before she went down. She said she hasn't finished her art work yet... We're wondering if she'll have any time with us tomorrow.

I'm wondering if I can even see them on Saturday.
Mam's being a cunt - she's not letting them come here, but I can go to Ash's.
But knowing my luck, I won't be able to get there because of dad's dodgy hours.
GAH...

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