Alive And Kicking

Before you think But the Saturday morning show was actually called 'Live and Kicking', it has nothing to do about that, nor has it to do with this song, by Nonpoint.



Obviously, that song is not to everyone's taste. But yeah, hi. =].

This post has to do with this little called examination results. I know it's late, but yeah, I'll carry on regardless. =].

On the day of resultness, which was yesterday (Thursday the nineteenth, fact fans), I woke up at roughly half five in the afternoon. Ha, fooled you, it was actually the morning. I will spare you the details which are pointless, like the fact I went downstairs and saw my mother watching tellie, 'cause she couldn't sleep for some reason.

When the clock struck six, I logged into Edexcel's results page. And a shroud of doubt filled me, like helium filling a balloon... Overall? I had a D in Music Technology.

Shite.

I needed at least a C to get into university.

So, I was worried at what the other two subjects - Chemistry and Physics - had in store. But, just in case the worst came, I looked at the available courses at Glamorgan University on the clearing pages.

And you know that balloon simile that I said before? Well, nothing has changed to that yet. But, I will say that I saw my course, Creative Technologies (Multimedea), appeared in the list of courses available through clearing.

What could this mean? Did I get in? Did I miss out and my place on the course up for clearing? Who knows...

Well. I do. Since, in a vain hope (I thought), I tried to log into the UCAS track section at about half six. And after two attempts, I got in. And guess what it said...

Congratulations! Your place at University of Glamorgan, Cardiff and Pontypridd (G14) to study Creative Technology (Multimedia) (HP63) has been confirmed.

And at that moment, the helium escaped from the balloon with great excitement (I am really crap at similes, aren't I?). I, with at least a D to my name, have gotten into university. I'm going to Glamorgan University, baby.

Though I know I was into university, I still wanted to know what I got in Chemistry and Physics. But alas, I had that letter that looks like a B but without the middle support. Yes. I had a D in both Chemistry and Physics.

I am, a D student.

Granted, I took (apparently) two of the hardest subjects you can take. And I took a subject that the school didn't even allow until two years ago (and apparently, D was the highest grade out of our Music Tech class, but I'm not sure if this is correct). But, as you hear your friends getting high grades, it does question your intelligence.

That said, I don't think I'm clever. I've been told I'm clever a handful of times. I honestly don't think I'm clever. Okay, I'm not thick, but I at least hoped for one C in my A level results. But at least I didn't relive the image I had when I was in year eight.

What was that image? It was me, aged eighteen, running from the Neuadd (this was before I knew of the new school) in tears because I failed miserably in my exams. Granted, the sky was grey and everyone was laughing at me in that image, and I was taller. But that image was not relived, like a freaky deja-vu moment. I walked out of school rather happily, to be fair.

But, I had three D's in my subjects, and as a D works out to be sixty UCAS points. So, three sixty's are 180. And even if I did get a pass in Key Skills, I'd still be under the needed points by at least fifty, and the fact that my course was in clearing, it got me thinking.

Did I get into that course, because hardly anybody tried for it?

To be fair, I have no idea what the answer to that question is. My parents keep telling me that the interview was the place where I sold it to Glamorgan, that I am actually not bad at knowing stuff. But I don't know. Damn, why can't I remember the right stuff for exams?...

Hang on, I don't have to worry about that now...

But yes. In three (or four, possibly) years, I will (hopefully) become a Bachelor of Science, with a degree in Creative Technologies (Multimedia). Who knows what will change in those three years. Maybe the course name will change to Creative Technologies (Production), or maybe the word in brackets will disappear totally.

But, all I know is, I'm going to study something that really interests me. Yeah, Chemistry, Physics and Music Technology, but stuff like web design and typography really interest me. Granted, people call me sad when I know the difference between Verdana and Trebuchet fonts. But who cares?

- Oh Nemo, you have a really small FIN there...

Dead Man Walking

I know. I know. I bring so much happiness in my blog titles...

So, how've you been?

Well, I'm not bad. But, I will tell you, it seems that I'm shaping up better than other people.

If you didn't know by now, tomorrow is the A Level results day (or, as I like to call it, the day of three letters. A day where we, as past key stage fivers, discover if we managed to pass the exams and sail through on the sea of opportunity to the dock of knowledge and wisdom we usually call university.

Some people, like my friend RuhBuhJuh, are panicking over the results. Either losing sleep over their unknown future, or just feeling jittery about the whole situation.

But, for me, and with many a-blog post here...

It's just another day.

I know, I might change my blog tagline to Another day, another failed blogger as I use those same four words in that same order over and over. I've said it about Christmas, about my birthday, and now A level exam results. Okay, some things in my lifetime won't be just another day. I might get married (that is, if I lose all hope in finding a wife normally and end up buying a Russian bride who won't put out until I marry her, only to have her stolen away from me by some Chinese dude who learned to speak Russian for her love... hang on, that's an episode of American Dad...). That wouldn't be just another day. Neither would be the birth of my children (yeah, I thought the same thing...). Or, and I hate to say it, the death of someone close. Other than those potential events, everything else is just another day.

But this post was not supposed to be about me and my never ending use of that four word sentence.

Yes, I am somewhat nervous about what the three letters will turn out to be. All I know is that I have about twenty five percent chance of getting a vowel in my grades, with 99.99% of that quarter being an E or lower. But then again, I can't see myself earning anything over a C grade in my subjects. But these are just my thoughts and predictions for tomorrow.

Tomorrow starts at six in the morning, while others have to wait until the anti-six (ie, nine) before even thinking of having the grades in their hands. Why six? Well, Edexcel (the examination board whose behind giving Rhydfelen the choice of doing Music Technology for an A level) release their exam results at six in the morning.

Six...

Yeah, sure, I'll be up by then. Fuck, I was up at six this morning without anybody calling me. So, chances are that I would be up at about four, five tomorrow. Hey, maybe even earlier. I have no plan for if I stay up all night tonight (other than watching endless shows of the Peep Show, Mitchell And Webb Look and A Bit Of Fry And Laurie). Neither do I know what I will do if I see the grades on the screen to be lower than the C. I'd be kind of gutted, I admit. But, what then? Do I slow-walk to school, further lowering my expectations of what I had in the other subjects?

No idea. But what I do know, is that I'd probably be updating this blog. Not necessarily on this post, bit on a two-for-one post. Either one post on pre-nine-thirty and post-nine-thirty (both are in the morning), or one continuous one, though I would publish the post before I go to school to collect my results. Then I shall update it with the news of the other results and if I got into university.

So... expect tomorrow to be a hectic day for blog posts. I apologise in advance.

I shall leave you now, as there's nothing else I could say. My ankles hurt from walking from a meeting for Wicid yesterday , so I find it hard to play drums a bit. Yeah, my life's a bit dull, yeah? I'm also going on another Clic residential at the end of this month. Such lovely information for you. =].

But yeah, sounds cheesy, but if you are waiting for exam results, I hope your results are what you are hoped for. =].

- I FINished ze blogpost, ya?

'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.