Yeah, hi.
Sorry that this is going to be a rather dull post. But aye, it's something to do while Family Guy's on BBC Three.
This, is a post just for asking your opinion on a song I made on Guitar Pro 6. Aye.
So, here it is...
Song One - Untitled (For Now). by CrazyDistortion
As there's no singing in here, I've stuck the different sections here...
0:00 - Intro.
0:35 - Verse One*.
0:53 - Breakdown.
1:11 - Verse Two*.
1:47 - Breakdown.
2:05 - Chorus Part One*.
2:23 - Chorus Part Two*.
2:41 - Chorus Breakdown.
2:59 - Bass (then, after 3:08, Whole Band) Interlude..
3:26 - Interlude Verse*.
3:44 - Reverse Intro (Guitar plays the Bass Intro part).
3:53 - Verse Reversed*.
4:11 - Breakdown.
4:29 - Rest...
4:33 - Chorus Part Two*.
4:51 - Outro.
I'm not even sure what genre it is. All I can imagine when this is played is some political rap-type lyrics... Or something...
But yeah, let me know what you think. =].
Also, on a exam related note, I've done two out of seven exams. The latest one was Chemistry (CH2). It was rather good, to be fair, well, compared to the other CH2 papers I've done. Hopefully done better than an E...
So, next is CH4... let's hope I get better than an E in that too..
So yeah, sorry for the bland post. =].
- Sing a song of FINness....
Wednesday, June 09, 2010
Saturday, May 29, 2010
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...
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...
Saturday, May 22, 2010
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.
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.
Thursday, April 08, 2010
Army Of One
Before you think, I'm going all commando on yer arse. I ain't. It's an attack on Final Fantasy XIII. Yeah, still haven't beat it yet... I suck at it. Still, well good, it is. Well good.
Anyways, a big HARRO to you all. I don't know where that came from, maybe deep inside my pointless brain.. oh, sobsob and a packet of weed.
Easter has been and gone. It's been that time of year where I just stay in my room, overhearing different arguments and the like. Also, my mother decided to rename Good Friday "Jesus Slaughtering Day", while Easter Sunday is now "Jesus Respawn Day". Oh, my mother is a loss to the Christian faith...
I'll be honest, I haven't done much revision as I'd hope. I have read over Chemistry. I think I understand Rhydocs now (redox in english, y'know). If you look at the EMF of the different things, the most positive reaction thing goes to the right, meaning it gets rhydwytho'd. This is the ocsidydd. Yeah. Sorry for the wenglish there... and if there is anything wrong with what I just said. Cemeg nerds, feel free to correct me. =].
I've realised that there is a shitload of things that we are supposed to read up on for Music Tech, like the development of technology, how MIDI is used, and different genres. I are fucked. Not only that, I haven't finished Heart Of Glass yet... though I might scrap it and do SuperFreak instead. Yeah, I think I will.
In other news, I can do a Rubix cube. Yeah. Even if I had to google the algorithms for the parts where I was stuck at. But because I did that, I can do them nearly everytime now. Pretty sad, I grant you. Adding to this sadness is that I've been timed twice. The first time was during 'Awr Fawr' (yeah...), while we were waiting for something or other, I did it in over two and a half minutes. Though, three days later, a boy on the bus I catch home timed me again, this time the clock stopped at two minutes and six seconds. Beat that, society.
I have also written many pointless things for Wicid. None of them to do with RCT. The latest one is this one about the possibility of Bebo shutting down because AOL can't keep it afloat. I have written an article about the news that Star Wars will become a sitcom, but that's nut up yet...
Anyways, I have accepted the offer from the Atrium for the Creative Technologies course. All I need is work my arse off big time in these nine weeks left of school. And for the first time, I actually hope these go quickly. Nice.
Ah, feck it, this is a short'un. If I find anything to rant about later tonight, I'll edit this post...
- And in recent news, someone somewhere has done something really obscure, and has made someone in somewhere think "man, I wish the writer of this blog hurries up by saying FIN sometime soon". More after this.
Anyways, a big HARRO to you all. I don't know where that came from, maybe deep inside my pointless brain.. oh, sobsob and a packet of weed.
Easter has been and gone. It's been that time of year where I just stay in my room, overhearing different arguments and the like. Also, my mother decided to rename Good Friday "Jesus Slaughtering Day", while Easter Sunday is now "Jesus Respawn Day". Oh, my mother is a loss to the Christian faith...
I'll be honest, I haven't done much revision as I'd hope. I have read over Chemistry. I think I understand Rhydocs now (redox in english, y'know). If you look at the EMF of the different things, the most positive reaction thing goes to the right, meaning it gets rhydwytho'd. This is the ocsidydd. Yeah. Sorry for the wenglish there... and if there is anything wrong with what I just said. Cemeg nerds, feel free to correct me. =].
I've realised that there is a shitload of things that we are supposed to read up on for Music Tech, like the development of technology, how MIDI is used, and different genres. I are fucked. Not only that, I haven't finished Heart Of Glass yet... though I might scrap it and do SuperFreak instead. Yeah, I think I will.
In other news, I can do a Rubix cube. Yeah. Even if I had to google the algorithms for the parts where I was stuck at. But because I did that, I can do them nearly everytime now. Pretty sad, I grant you. Adding to this sadness is that I've been timed twice. The first time was during 'Awr Fawr' (yeah...), while we were waiting for something or other, I did it in over two and a half minutes. Though, three days later, a boy on the bus I catch home timed me again, this time the clock stopped at two minutes and six seconds. Beat that, society.
I have also written many pointless things for Wicid. None of them to do with RCT. The latest one is this one about the possibility of Bebo shutting down because AOL can't keep it afloat. I have written an article about the news that Star Wars will become a sitcom, but that's nut up yet...
Anyways, I have accepted the offer from the Atrium for the Creative Technologies course. All I need is work my arse off big time in these nine weeks left of school. And for the first time, I actually hope these go quickly. Nice.
Ah, feck it, this is a short'un. If I find anything to rant about later tonight, I'll edit this post...
- And in recent news, someone somewhere has done something really obscure, and has made someone in somewhere think "man, I wish the writer of this blog hurries up by saying FIN sometime soon". More after this.
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