Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy

Yeah, don't worry. I've just had that Queen title in my head for some reason. Wey.

Anyways, lovely day.

I had my results for CH2, CH4 and PH4 (or, the two chemistry and the physics exams I sat in January). And to be fair, I done crap. Utter crap.

For the course in the Atrium (which is Creative Technologies), I need at least two B's and a C in my overall A level results. After I finished those three module exams, I felt that I was more or less on the road to those grades. Not after I looked at them.

Two E's and a D. The D in Physics.

Man, I felt like an eejit after seeing that. That means that I am now on a D overall for Chemistry, no idea about Physics, maybe slightly better, but not by much. So I am on course for the C I need... all that's left is those B's...

If I work hard at it, Music Tech should yield me a B. It's the best chance for me, I believe. Physics will take a whole lot of shite to work through, especially after the first PH6 exam that I sat last week. Not sure on the grade, but I had sixty percent. Not bad, considering how crap I are usually at them.

Then a week later, I had the results of all the exams I've sat thus far in Sixth Form. I've found out that I am on a borderline C for Physics (the milestone for C is 180... I've got 180... =] ), and six marks away from a C in Chemistry (again, a C needs 180 from the two exams and the practical exam). So yeah, even though it's still looks bleak (well, for me anyways), it's a nicer shade of bleak. Nice.

Also, I may have the results of the practical side of PH6 tomorrow... hope that's a good'un.

Yeah, that's the school stuff's dunne. Yey.

By the ways, I shall start to try to type shite, not shaite. I've had a complaint... Hehe.

Anysupermassiveblackhole, I've realised that I have an odd perspective on life and all that it consumes.

What do I mean? Well, obviously alcohol, life and the modern days... but also...

Women. I shall expand with equal parts hope and dread... =].

I think I'm the only one - at least in school, in my year - who sees a woman and doesn't think I would. I just don't think in that way. Yeah, I'll probably think someone's good looking or whatnot, that don't mean I'd bonk them constantly. And also, though its to the disbelief to some people, I don't think Cheryl Cole's attractive. Sure, she's pretty, but all the same, no. Same to Paramore's Hayley Williams. I just wouldn't. Meh, I know I'm in the minority. In this case, I like being in this minority. Woop.

Don't judge me... =].

In other news. I has Final Fantasy XIII. It's pretty epic, to be fair. I hope this ain't the last Final Fantasy to be on the Xbox 360. I'm only like, a third of the way so far, either that or a quarter. But still, so far, so bleedin' well good. Only problem is, that the Vanille and Serah are supposed to be nineteen (roughly), they look more like fifteen... other than that, it's all good.

I shall leave you now... not before I leave this here...



For some reason, that's been in my head ever since I heard it first... And it has Bruce Willis in it. Well good.

- McFin's.

Blogging With Attitude.

Before I start. I apologise. Why? I'm in a ranty-mood, kinda. All because of the pure whiteness that flies down from the heavens so gracefully, only to make this island of four (well, three, but on paper, we're alright) to a bloody standstill.

Yes, I'm talking about Marmite... well, snow. It's the same thing, really.

It's the second day of the snow. Well, in Wales it is. It's like if we've never had snow before. This is exactly like last year, though Mother Nature decided to share her offspring with us a month earlier than last year. I mean, they're saying that we've got weeks of this white stuff. On the news, they said that having a rugby match on the sixteenth of this month is being optimistic. I've got an interview then in the Atrium (the first of two). And it'll take the piss if there's no school for another two weeks. I mean, a week was too much last year, but anymore of that, it's pathetic.

Oh, Ga... It's because the council's got no salt left, bro...

And? They've should've learned from last year. Okay, I don't think it was this bad last year, but come on. They've only got enough now for the main roads in RCT now, that's two days in. Fuck me, why can't Tesco go out and sprinkle some of their salt on the ground, eh?

Yes, I'm pissed off over salt, what's the world coming to?

And yet, another thing pissing me off. And why, I do not know.

My school - well I cease to call it my school as it's just another place where I learn and I learn in my room, does that mean that my room's a school?... - have 'redesigned' their website. Let me tell you, don't go on it. Design-wise, it's shocking, it's like it's subliminally saying we're perverts, yeah... Either that or they thaught Well, it's only a school, we'll just blame it on lack of funds. I mean Jesus...

Aside from that, there's no mention of Rhydfelen there. Y'know, the epic school that was falling apart on the outside... but since moving it's falling apart from the inside. Seriously, the only reason why people consider GarthOlwg a school is because they'll know it as the NewRhydfelen (maybe... either that or I just made that up as I run out of things to say... anyways). Man, I just want to hack the stuffing out of the site... but I no know of hackage... so yeah...

Before I carry on, here's two pictures from PunditKitchen




Oh, and this...



Oh, how amusing.... moving on now...

I am hungry, yet I feel sick when I think about eating food. Is this normal?

Who knows, but anylucozade, I want a fucking drum kit that works for Guitar Hero. The connection thing for the bass drums fucked up some how. I'm just waiting for it to implode in a feeble bang... well more like flomp. The Rock Band ones don't feel right on Guitar Hero. But then again, I finally got 100% on a song on Expert on Rock Band. Yeah... it's the easiest song on the fucking thing, but who cares, right? Hehe.

So yeah, to lighten the mood... here's a clip from Argumental...



Don't ask me why I chose one about male genitalia... it's said by Dara O'Brian (sorry if I misspell your name, but what are the chances of you reading me blog...), and he's bloody good at it. Comedy, is what I meant...

Well, I should be off now. I was made in ninety-one, for Christ sake...

- AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH Fin.

Re-Education Through Labor.

I believe, that this is my first post in September.

Yeah, I feel the same way too.

There's two days until I land on the final step of the secondary education ladder. Ah well, I'm not going to go into that much.

And as you sigh the biggest sigh of relief, I carry on. Sorry and all that.

It's a basic reflection on the summer. Six weeks. Fourty-two-ish days...

Wasted.

Seriously. There's nothing in this summer that nobody would say that I haven't wasted. All I've done was play on the XBox 360, make up some riffs on the bass and guitar, and move my room around so I have more space on my wall to write on. I'll post some pictures up when I have lost all sense of what 'fresh air' and 'socializing' means and feels. Though, if someone came into my room there's a good possibility that they'd ask me for my chest size so they can buy a straight-jacket for me. And it all started by writing my scores of Free Bird on Hard was... yeah, sad, I know.

Anycow. Since I have an obligation to write essays rather than blogs, I shall dig further into my gaming 'achievements' (well, not of any worth anyways). First up, is finally beating Raining Blood on Expert on both Guitar Hero III and Greatest Hits. I can now complete it 75% of the time, usually scraping through for a three star performance. I've achieved more five star performances on GHIII also, and on GHII. I managed to win the Ashes with England, after making a legspinner to take the place of Panesar (who they stuck in the team). Yeah, I was the pinnacle of sadness as I called the bowler G. John. It's wrong for many things, the first is that my names actually Gareth Aled John. Second, I'm a pace bowler, though I only really do offspin (most probably you don't know the difference, I'll say so after I finnish this paragraph). And third, I had short hair. I also managed to win a couple of majors in Tiger Woods 09, and managed to kill a boss on Prototype that took me five goes to do (bastard). Anyways... sadness (temporarily) over.

By the way, legspin is when the ball turns from the legside to the offside (to a right-handed batsman), while offspin is when the ball turns from offside to legside (again to a right-handed batsman). Offside is the open side of the batsman, while the legside's the side where your legs are. Right hand batsmen's offside is to their right, with their legside to their left, and vice versa to left-handed batsman. Hope that's clear for you. Actually I hope it's right. If not, please correct me? =).

I hope that's right, because cricket is the only sport that I've got a good grasp of knowledge of. Then it's rugby, and then (dare I say) football. Cricket, even though it takes five days to see who won (in test matches), has more ups, downs and turnarounds than I've had punch-ups (which, is none). I mean, in football, a turn of events only really happens when there's a penalty conceded, or when the losing side scores a goal. In cricket, it's all a matter of the turn of the ball. That's how I've been out three times. Three clean-bowled stumpage-ness. First time I batted I was out first ball. Second time, I was out second ball duck (aka no runs scored), which was deceiving, since (I thought) I hit the ball and scored a run, though it hit my pad instead, meaning it counted as a bye, or legbye. The third and final match, I scored five runs. Both times I hit the ball, they were caught-out oppertunaties. But alas, I managed to hit it high enough to get three off the first ball, and two off the second. Then I was out the third or fourth ball. I've bowled in three matches also, and in all I've managed a wicket in all three matches. The first one I believe was LBW. Second was clean bowl. The third one was a catch by the captain. That was also my first time I had a maiden over (no runs conceded), and the first ball of the second over, that was the caught-out wicket.

I did have some insults about me. Mainly because of my bowling action. I looked like a morris dancer, apparently. Or an Irish dancer. Or it looked like I was going to kick the umpire. But that was the way I felt comfy bowling with. It helped with two things though, speed and swing. I can't believe how much inswing I managed to get, let alone the offcut (same as offspin) I got after.

And I just realised how pointless the last few paragraghs are.

Random thing for you. On my results day (joy), my Aunt called the house to ask how I did. Though my dad probably knows how much I hate talking to people I don't talk to much on the phone, he still put me on.

She asked me what I got.

And I told her what I got.

And the next sentence she said, basically in her tone of voice, said it all...

'So, is that enough for you to go into uni?'

Is that enough? Is it?

That single question, made me feel like the thickest person in this families generation. So fucking what, if two D's and a C are more attainable for me than the shining lights and stardom that is straight A's? Seriously, who gives a shit that I'm basically, an average person academically? No well done, no 'are you pleased with your results?'. Just a 'you in college then? Or did you fail miserably, and have to work for less than the minimal wage, to earn a living?'.

Seriously?

Fuck you.

I should've said everything I had. Y'know, 'Oh, that's not half of it. I managed a U in one of the Chemistry papers AND got kicked out of the Art exam right before the coursework was supposed to be sent a week after... I oculd go on, deaest auntie that I haven't seen in ages...'

Oh, it would've cracked her up, knowing I started doing five subjects in September 2008 and dropped out of one due to sheer boredomness (that's Media Studies) and kicked out due to sheer shiteness (that's Art).

Ah well, I should end.

Let's hope I manage to get three B's for my lovely course in Music Technology, where I have to get 300 points.

Noice.

I'm off to watch something funny on YouTube.

- Fin.

'Hope This Ain't Classed As Emo'.

I had an odd day yesterday.

It involved a loving twenty-six (ish) hours of awakeness, which started at roughly four, five on the day of the AS level. I managed to beat VeJay Singh in match-play for the first time (his digital skill has a lot to be desired... aspecially because I play on a rather easy dificulty, I suck at many games...). In to time whatsoever it was time for me to hop into my sister's car to go to get the letters. But before that...

Six in the morning. I loaded up the house computer. Waited effing ages for AOL to load up (word of advice... if in doubt, DO NOT FUCKING GET AOL. Man...). Once I did, I went on the Edexcel website. There was (and, I guess, still is) no login section. I spent like, twenty minutes, looking for the poxy thing. Then a brainwave hit me, like, well, a brainwave coming to me. All I had to do was go on the registration page, then change the URL from studentregistration to login. Man, if that's the only thing that I can give to the world... it's that. God help the world.... Well, anyways. I logged in (after having a bugger of a time with the password) and then a lovely screen came up. It had my marks for both coursework and exam paper results for Music Technology.

And, I believe it's a triumph, of sorts.Well, considering that the teacher had no idea what we were supposed to do. But hey. I managed to get a D overall for it. Though, I had a bloody C for my exam, if I had three more marks, I would've had a C overall. A BLOODY C. Ah well, there's next year...

Reached school at nine, with my sister and Ricky in the car. He was stating the obvlious, as always - well, he points at a car, and says 'car' - and then I left them to walk around while I went to get my science results...

Already, people were going YEY or NEY on what they got. The deputy headmaster gave me my results, and low and behold, my prediction of no E's was true...

I had a D overall in Chemistry (despite a massive cock-up involving an unclassified in Chemistry 2). And a C overall in Physics. Once again, the best subject is Physics. If you didn't know, in GCSE year, I only had one A, and that was in Physics. And, saying 'I only had one A', I don't meant that in a 'oh, look at me with my A in Physics', it compares with the majority being C's. So yeah, C-D-D overall, not bad... but by God, it could've been a lot better...

Nothing really happened during the day after that. Managed to infultrate some military bases on Prototype, and if I haven't said it before, get it. =). Anyroad, just vegged out really after that, though I've recently had an urge to get Ashes Cricket 2009 (because I'm too shit to play it in real life). Then, once the night dawned (which, I believe, doesn't make sense), and I went to bed, I couldn't sleep. Why's that? No clue.

But, for some reason, I started to sing a song, in bed. Why? Once more, I have no clue. Though, I never heard the lyrics before... so, I kinda made up a chorus-esque part of a song (which, when I was singing it in my head, sounded rather like Rise Against). And on the same piece of paper, I wrote 'Hope this ain't classed as emo'. and 'Yeah, don't ask' on the top. I would put it here, but since I know it's ten times worse than shaite and I expect everyone will shun me for three eternities and a decade. Then, I couldn't sleep, or I did, but I woke up oddly and I 'looked confused' (see, eye witness there). So I stayed up all night, watching things made by Gordon Ramsey. Lovely.

Nothing else to add... apart from this...



This is a single (not the music video) of Alive by Pearl Jam. One word, my friend, bloody brilliant. Yeah, it's that good, it breaks the one word rule. The first time I heared this, I thought this was one of their newer songs, and I found it weird when I realised this was one of the songs an Ten, an album that is considered one of the best Grunge albums, even beating Nirvana's Nevermind - I personally like Ten more than Nevermind, no idea why... - and yeah, wait until the solo at the end. It scared the shit out of me when I found out he (no idea who done the solo, sorry) done this in one take. No breaks. Bloody hell... But anyways, Eddie Vedder (lead vocals/lyricist) is amazing... if only I could write something that's a tenth of the goodness this song is...

Ah well.

- Fin, but not Finito.