Level Complete.

It's done.

Finished.

Wedi ei gwblhau.

C'est finir.

And a lot more ways to say it's done...

Yes, you can tell I'm in that creative mood that makes people want to make babies and eat cheese.

And yes, I have no idea what I am doing.

But one thing's for sure, I have finished school. I have reached a milestone in my life. Thirteen years have past, and I'm none the wiser. Though, I may have completed the level, does not entirely mean that I have passed.

It's like looking down a three chamber barrel of a gun. In one chamber there holds a bullet made of esters and other hydrocarbons. In another, there's a bullet filled with ionized Polonium. In the final one, a bullet that sings through the air and crashes into your heart.

The target? Two B's and a C.

My aim? Three B's.

Anything lower than my target will get me into school for another year (unless I think of another way of arsing through the next years) and be the receiver or all three bullets in a manner of mockery. If I hit my target, the bullets will dissolve in a manner only known to physicists and Australians.

Chances of me hitting that target? A million to one. But, hopefully, I'll be like that song, and still come. And by come, I mean achieve the target.

If you're interested, I have six exams in four months, the first one being on the Seventh of this good month. I already sat the Music Tech resit, and it was good. The only bastard questions was when they asked about how Jimi Hendrix and Van Halen influenced Hard Rock, but I improved it. No idea what I wrote, nor do I want to know. But the matter still stands, I fucked that question up. And we all know that one fucked up question and some minor mistakes equal a big possibility that I won't get anything higher than a B. Sob fucking sob.

I'll inform you on Chemistry and Physics after I sat them. Enter smilie face here...

But, as one thing end, another begins...

Right now, I am on the Clic Residential in Cardiff Bay. I'm in the Urdd Center, I think it's called Gwersyll yr Urdd, but I aren't sure, any Welshies, please correct me. =]. But yeah, Second day, probably going bowling soon. Woopa.

So yeah, that's yesterday and today. I only have to go to school for another six days, kinda odd thought, that. Last time I'll probably see people as well...

That thought kind of freaks me out, mind. I mean, the only sanity I had was the insanity I call my friends in school. But now, the only contact I'll probably have is the odd Facebook chat... ah well. At least I met them, right?

Fuck it, I'm off. I think there's going to be another Workshop in a minute, so better finish up.

- Like school, this post is FIN. Don't judge me on the ending...

Hate This And I'll Love You.

I've got another confession to make. I'm your fool. Everyone's got their chains to break, holding you...

Yeah, Foo Fighters are good, yo.

Anyways, I'd thought I'd do a post. It's been ages since the last one. I did start one on the election, but I lost it. =].

But yeah. Next week's the final week (possibly) of my secondary education. Half of me is relieved, the other petrified. On one hand, I'm relieved that I won't be trapped in a cage filled with overbored kids who only recently discovered that they can open doors. Though, In a matter of days, I'm not going to have a a proper schedule for the day. I'm used to the 'wake up, get changed, go to school, learn things in school, catch bus home' schedule, and yeah. I'll also end up a loner, but that's a given. Hopefully I'll get into University, but my hope of getting B-B-C is looking grimer by the moment. Hopefully I'll scrape a B in Music Tech, but a B and a C in Physics and Chemistry? Fuck, not looking good...

In other news, I'm pregnant. Yes, that's right, I'm pregnant. And it's yours...

Oh, how I fooled you good and proper.

Nah, well anyways.

In other news, I have a new desire to learn to play the harmonica. Even though I had one when I was younger, but I never took it seriously. But now, it just seems like the next obvious step, kind of. But meh, I'll turn into a Jack of all trade, but master of fuck all. =].

And, and, and, and, and, and, and... yeah.

This is a really pointless thing. Sorry brethren. =].

Fuck it, if I think of anything else to write later, I'll add to this.

Hang on, does this mean I'm starting to have a life? I think, not...

- Don't worry, about a FIN.