Day #66: The Past Month

Oh my dear Lord, hello everybody. Did you miss me? DID YOU?? You’d better. I’m in an arse-kicking mood today. And yesterday. And possibly tomorrow as well.

I’m really sorry about not blogging for a while, but I’ve been spending too much time failing English coursework, battling romance and winning and…eh…watching “Star Trek”. The one with Mr Sexy and his brother, who makes a brief cameo as a Romulan. You know, after Kirk ‘n’ Spock beam down onto the Romulan ship and there is a LONG close-up of a Romulan’s face? That’s Joe Quinto, Zachary’s older brother. Yes…OLDER. I won’t say how I got that information.

Okay, I got it off zacharyquinto.com somewhere. On the community section.

I really wish it was as easy to write a few thousand words in English as it is to write a few hundred in milliseconds on here, no question. I would get an A and all would be fine and fuckin’ dandy. (The reason why I am not at college right now is because I don’t start til 11:30 because I don’t have History til January BECAUSE of the coursework. Haha). Anyway, you see? The little wordcounter at the bottom says I’ve written over 200 words already.  I wish it was that easy.

I’m actually quite chuffed about this. A tiny theme I composed is going to be used in the college production of “Troilus and Cressida” as Cressida’s theme. I practically shrieked when my tutor told me, haha. The separate themes (by the entire A-Level Music class) were composed in October but only a few of them were picked for the production, I think. And mine was one of them!!

Oh, I also went to see “New Moon” on Sunday. Now, before you roll your eyes/ commit suicide/ scream in terror/ scream in delight, I AM IN NO WAY, SHAPE OR FORM A TWILIGHT FANGIRL AT ALL. I enjoyed the books, but the first film was, let’s just say, DIRE. Like the new Harry Potter film, actually [see http://makedetailednotes.wordpress.com for an opposing view]. Oooooh…Anyway, I went in expecting it to be shit. And it wasn’t. It was really good and has given me hope for “Eclipse” (directed by the same bloke who directed the rather excellent “Hard Candy” – HA HA HA HA HA!!!), out next year.

Though honestly, with many scenes which I will not spoil here, I don’t see how “Breaking Dawn” is going to be a 12.

Yes, Megan Fox…I have not seen “Jennifer’s Body”. I did, however, have a strange dream in which she was a maneating (not in the literal sense as it is in the above film) conwoman and I was the person hunting her down. Just as it got to the climactic standoff…my alarm went off. I was thoroughly disappointed, not to mention very tired because I was evidently in quite a deep sleep if I was dreaming. Yesterday was a VERY long day.

I am also terminally confused. I got a letter from someone at college inviting me to an Oxbridge meeting. This would be all well and good if that same someone hadn’t told me in February that both my predicted grades and GCSE grades were not quite high enough to get INTO Oxbridge. I was going to do Music that year, in case you wanted to know, but if I do go there I’ll be doing Italian. So anyway, my tutor is just emailing that someone to clear it all up for me.

I’m going to go now as I still have to pack for college and shit before 10:50, which is when I leave the house.

Have a good day, everybody.

xx Mika

Day #47: About Babies, Coursework & DVDs

Good Lord, it’s been another one of those weeks where the entire WORLD throws itself at you all at once. You have to slice it all up and deal with it bit-by-bit.

Starting with coursework.

If there are any English/ Welsh people reading this (hello to you Cymraegs!) who haven’t left school yet, I’ve got one word of advice for you (well, more like one paragraph). You may not even be thinking about it anyway, but imagine it: You’re 16 years old. You’ve just left compulsory education with 11 GCSEs, all A* to B. You can, quite literally, do anything you want. Insert-every-life-changing-and-quite-important-job-cliché here or insert-every-generic-menial-or-shitty-job-here. Whatever you choose to do, I’ve got five words for you:

DO NOT TAKE ENGLISH LITERATURE.

It may be highly appealing to you and the next logical step to take as you a) love reading and read like a motherfucker and b) got As in GCSE Language and Literature. Even if you get that B at AS English Literature, 9 marks away from an A, the A-Level coursework will EAT YOU ALIVE. I promise. Three thousand words on symbolism and imagery, guilt and redemption, good and evil or masculinity and femininity within Donna Tartt’s “The Secret History” (which, conveniently, I really enjoyed and will read again now the incredibly detailed and skeleton-deep push to analyse is over), Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” (good, but not commendable) and Nathaniel Hawthorne’s “The Scarlet Letter” (quite dreary when it all comes down to it). Ick. Not only that, you have to put in criticism from other, er, critics. I was very notably shit at that.

Lesson of the day: No English Lit A-Level. Unless, of course, it’s vital to your chosen career.

I’m not actually in my freezing cold room right now; I’m babysitting a 15-month-old girl who is now asleep. She was very good; the only thing was frustration because she got very tired and was playing with her fruit and I couldn’t understand what she wanted. Luckily, she cried herself to sleep after a nappy-change and a struggle whilst getting her PJs on (she hates that, apparently). It’s all good. I don’t know when the parents (who are coincidentially absolutely lovely family friends of ours) are going to be back; I did overhear one of their sons say to a friend who came calling for them “around midnight”. I’ve been here since 5 PM. It has been hinted that I’ll get money for it, mind (“you’re our first official babysitter, so I’ll have to check rates” – Clarisse, the mama) but not really expecting anything.

It’s quite good experience, mind. It’s definitely confirmed to me that I’ll be 27 – ten years from now – before I have my first child. Maaaaahhhhhhh. That wasn’t a weird sheep impression by the way. I think that’s my fingers telling me, “MOVE THE FRAK ON, MIKA!!”

DVDs. I love them. They have become significantly more useful since the video cassette went the way of the dodo. Wait, they’re still used today – Okay, the way of the……….insert-almost-extinct-animal-here. Anyway. DVDs. If you preorder them, they may come early. When I preordered “The Dark Knight” this time last year it came 2 days before general release. I though “Star Trek XI” would be the same this time this year. Um, today, I mean. Well, obviously not otherwise I would be happily watching Zachary “Sucky Surname When Translated Into English” Quinto running around in pointy ears and slightly tight things. Well, he does look very smart in it ANYWAY. I hoped it would come today and I was pretty deflated when it didn’t and remained deflated until Sainsbury’s promised myself and my brother that the Pine ‘n’ Quinto advertising stand would remain reserved to us.

Ohhh yeaaaahhh.

And that, my friends, is how much of a frakking geek I am. Hey, I got into “Battlestar Galactica” when I was 15 and was VERY disappointed when it ended, hence why I say “frak” rather a lot. I even named my 8gig 4G purple iPod “Starbuck”. Lawl. It says all this on my profile. And yeah, this blog title is deliberately alphabetical, ruined only by the “&”, which is technically “and” anyway.

I’mma leaving you now to do something. Anything. Not sure what. If I don’t see you before Monday, live long and prosper.

xx Mika

Day #42: X Factor and Zachary Quinto

Bad thing. Good thing. Bad thing. Good thing. WHERE DO I START? Actually I will start by apologising for the complete lack of updates lately. I haven’t had anything to talk about. Fact is, I never have anything to talk about but you guys must be at least semi-interested otherwise you wouldn’t keep coming back like you do. Hot drink and something to eat? Actually, I’d like a hot drink myself. Waiting for Mum to get back before I make one. Or is she back…

Quick hello to those who apparently referred to me: Hello, Matt Griffiths, friend of my former crush Matt Blaker. Hello,  Antonia Kesel, friend of Charlotte Seymour, whom I know but am not exactly overtly close with. Yes, I look to see who has referred to me. LOL!

Anyway, onto the subjects at hand.

1: X-Factor

Ah, “The X-Factor”. Basically, it’s like Pop Idol, American Idol, all that crap, but it’s current. And not American. Obviously. I don’t watch it by my eleven-year old brother has a strange fixation on it and even my parents catch it. Mum says she doesn’t like it but I call bullshit on her. Lawl. Anyway, apparently there are these twins, John and Edward Grimes aka Jedward, and they are truly terrible or something. I dunno. They’re in the final, and Simon Cowell says he would leave the country if they won. AND YET HE WAS THE ONE WHO SENT THE WELSH GIRL HOME AS OPPOSED TO THEM! Maybe in his mind he’s done right but if I was in his shoes – and if I knew what they were like – I’d send them home. I blame twelve-year old girls keeping them in because “OMG theyr soo hotttt!!!!11!!!11!!!!” (Mind you I am like that over Zachary Quinto, but he is actually lovely to look at as opposed to those two.) I really, honestly, truly hope Jedward fuck X-Factor up to the point where it won’t be recommissioned (right word or wrong word?) next year. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. I suppose that’s why Robert Pattinson is so popular, y’know. Teenagers scream over him, and I personally think he looks like a stoner who has just rolled out of bed (sorry, Looby [http://makedetailednotes.wordpress.com], I know you love like him ). Speaking of celebrities others regard as “bed-worthy”, this brings me onto my next subject. Good Lord, I can feel myself going traffic-light-red already. Must be the Irish in me.

2. Zachary Quinto

You may also know him as Sylar off “Heroes” or the (younger and bloody sexier) Spock off the new “Star Trek” film (OUT ON DVD THIS TIME NEXT WEEK BY THE WAY! Buy it. It’s GOOD.) Or you may not know him at all, in which case…where HAVE you been for the past six months? Or maybe as a fangirl for just under 2 years I do pay attention. Aha. Anyway. Here’s a picture. This blog hath been devoid of a handsome face for a while.

(Churz to http://community.zacharyquinto.com/entry/6a0115723d1888970b012875678fc2970c for the picture.)

See, now, I’m lost for words. And tomato red. Come on. How can you not give in to the guy? Tall, dark, handsome AND plays a hooded-eyed serial killer. Ticks all my boxes. *grins like a frakking moron* I’d hate to meet him, mind: the first words I’d probably say to him would be:

Gnngghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnkkk

or

Hi, I’m Mika, I make music, and I’ve had a massive crush on you since I was 15.

Mika not being my real name. But you’re getting it. AND OH MY GOD I’VE JUST HAD MY FIRST CUP OF TEA OF THE DAY. Sweet Lord. Zachary Quinto AND tea in the space of five minutes. ANYWAY. I could probably listen to his voice all day. And other…things that aren’t weird but may seem weird once taken out of context (i.e. running my hands all over him, paying special attention to his…HANDS! HA!).

Anyway, I’m going to stop being a fangirly now. Lawl. I think he’s the only actor I do get fangirly over, despite the fact that his surname means “fifth” when translated into English. That’s one of the few crap things about the guy that I know so far.

I’m going to enjoy my tea and bother other people now. I’ve bothered you long enough and if I talk about Mr Spock any more I may explode.

BYE!!

xx Mika

 

Day #34: Return to form?

Wahaow. I’m sorry I’ve been away for so long. Quite frankly, I have had nothing to talk about of any value that could POSSIBLY go on here. And technically I NEVER have anything of value to talk about! *Ba-dum-tsh!*

Anyway, shit humour aside, I’ve given up on the “Day #X” cause frankly I was never good at Maths and it has been a while since I posted on here (I even forgot my password. Fail of the msot epic kind seen in years. Including spelling “most” wrong. SORRY…I just type so quickly I don’t even notice until it’s too late).

OUR KITCHEN IS FINALLY FINISHED!! It’s just the dining room and living room floor needed to be done. Mum & Dad were glossing our new doors – in fact, sorry, I lie, they were glossing EVERY door in the kitchen/ dining/ living room area they could reach. “MUST…GLOSS! MUST…GLOSS!” Anyway. It’s spacious and pretty and I really can’t wait until it’s all finished. Mostly because we run the risk of breaking our necks every time we go into the conservatory or in the brand-spanking-new utility room. Haa.

Good Halloween everybody? What did you do? Trick or treat? Horror binge? Pretend not to be in when trick or treaters come round? Go to a fancy dress party? I did the last one! I went as a cross between Sally from “The Nightmare Before Christmas” and Jennifer Check off “Jennifer’s Body”. i.e. bleeding zombie cheerleader type thing. I got my cheerleading outfit from a sex shop actually so I had to wear a vest-top underneath so my boobs didn’t show. No, I’m not posting pictures here. I’ve only got one, it’s on my Dad’s camera and I’m sure he won’t be impressed with wanking material placed on here. Not that the picture is overtly sexual. Ew. :S

And FarmVille! Are you on FarmVille on Facebook?! I am, and it’s all Dad’s fault. He needed neighbours so last month I caved in and reluctantly joined it. I’m now Level 19 and can plant grapes. NOW GIMME ORANGE HAY BALES, BITCHES. Seriously. I love it. Fucking do. Although FBook is being a bitch so I can’t screenshot and post photos at the moment. The knowledge that I’m growing grapes will have to do…

I’m also desperately trying to get my ex-boyfriend back. I was torn between him and Matt, the boy who sits next to me in History, but my heart finally made up its mind on Wednesday (during work…again). So…yeah. I’m talking to him tomorrow. Wish me luck, everybody.

On that note I’ll leave you with my SOTD: “I’m Just A Patsy” by Manic Street Preachers. I grew up with this band being constantly played on the stereo and need to steal “Journal for Plague Lovers” off Mum again. Here it is, first song in November.

Happy November, everybody!

Day #24: >:@

**Warning: Very strong language**

Okay.

It’s college again.

I’m extremely fucked off with them.

We are FORCED to learn about FUCKING John Cage. We’re made to listen to his so-called “”music”". We’re made to ANALYSE THE SHIT out of his “”music”". We had to PERFORM this “”music”" today at a concert.

Which really wasn’t a concert at all. My beloved teacher (whom I will not name) took it upon himself to TURN IT INTO A TWO AND A QUARTER HOUR LESSON ON JOHN FUCKING CAGE! And it wasn’t just me he was pissing off too – apparently, there were students coming out saying “I didn’t want to do that”, my father said “That was a shit concert…the worst I’ve ever been to” and other parents said similar things.

TWO AND A QUARTER MOTHERFUCKING HOURS on something that should only have taken about and hour and a half. Oh, not a concert at all. Noise, noise, noise, bullshit, noise, noise, noise and MORE fucking noise from the Tracy Emin of music. And you KNOW my views on Tracy Emin…or if you scroll further down the blog, you’ll actually see a pig-ture. I mean, picture. But how DARE college? Okay, when I joined I DID expect there to be some level of public performance required. But being forced to do ensembles AND solos, being marked against the standard Edexcel board marking sheet from them, getting SHIT-ASS grades and then being forced to listen to THAT bullshit has seriously put me off performing. I used to love it, love it to pieces, when I was in school and not forced to do it.

So thankyou, dear, SWEET fucking college, for RUINING music for me, at least in THAT respect. Kaoss pads don’t belong in classical concerts. Proper fucking instruments do. Lesson learned if you don’t want to piss off The Haeli.

Good Lord, it’s half 11 at night – 23:31, according to my computer clock. I can feel the edges of my contact lenses, which probably means I’m getting really tired. Oh, speakin’ ‘a’ lenses, I need to phone Vision Express and scream, “GIMME SOME CONTACT LENSES BITCHES!” I’ve run out already and I’ve got another week or so until I get the next 3 months’ worth. I hope. They text me three times to say “Your contacts are ready”, or some shit to that effect. They haven’t given me enough to last out the month – WHY? Oh. Ooh, 400 words. Just over. “Oh” was just a filler word. In fact, this is a filler sentence.

I’m going to watch “EastEnders” and go to bed now. 23:36. See you in Dreamland. I have no Currently Listening or Song Of The Day because, well, I can’t be fucked to find one, quite frankly.

xx Mika

PS: Thanks…whoever visited me. My page has been going beserk lately. Whoo. That popular?

Day #22: Yahey for irony in America!

Whoa, holy shit, NINE views yesterday?! Why? And hello Krishan P., whoever you actually are. You’ve put a link to here from your FBook? Thankyou. Wow. Not quite sure why, though, ’cause it’s not like I’m overtly interesting.

Anyway, as the title says, I’m going to talk to you about a TV series which is currently gnawing away at the fringes of my mind…wow, that’s actually a little extreme…but anyway, I love it muchly and I think you will too (if you like the idea of irony in America, that is).

It is called…

(Thanks to http://capnsmirks.files.wordpress.com/ for the picture.)

It is quite popular, or so it seems…it’s not very well publicised over here in the UK but when I mention it to people, 90% of the time they HAVE heard of it. Which always surprises me. And I have the distinct feeling that I keep spelling “surprises” wrong. What kind of Lit student am I eh? (lol). Anyway…what a lot of people don’t know is that the TV series is based off a (superior) book series by a bloke called Jeff Lindsay. All with alliterative titles, all very sharp, all with irony in. Brilliant. And like the TV series (excluding Season Four because I’m not going to see THAT for at least another year over here), the order quality goes like this:

#2 (“Dearly Devoted Dexter”)

#1 (“Darkly Dreaming Dexter”)

#4 (“Dexter By Design”)

#3 (“Dexter in the Dark”)

And there’s a fifth one coming out soon as well, supposedly – called “Dexter is Delicious”. To which I now think, “you’re not joking, mate” (okay, Michael C. Hall IS quite fit from the neck down even if he IS old enough to be my father ;) ). Anyway! I’m storming through Season Two of the series at the moment. Not liking Dexter 2.0, developed by the Lila Tournay company. I know what happens to her – I managed to catch the last 2, 3 episodes on ITV at the start of the year – but I needed to catch up with the whole kaboodle before Season Three (kinda failed on that point as I was STILL halfway through Season One). Point being I have almost fully caught up with Dexter now; closing the gap between S2 ep. 8 and S2 ep. 10 like a train-track closes gaps between teeth. Not a nice image.

D’you have a blank look on your face with regards to what it’s about? Okay, I can sum it up in less than ten words: forensics bloke is vigilante serial killer by night. That’s all, really. That’s the simplest way I can explain it to you without spoiling it or spending all night on it when I really should be planning English Literature coursework!! Oh, and Rolfe Kent’s title theme is great – like Danny Elfman went to Latin America for a few weeks and then wrote this. Almost. The music used throughout the show is great as well – there’s one theme I want to know the name of.

Anyway.

Watch it, damn you, and then let me know what you think. In the meantime, cause I’ve really got to get on, here’s the Danny-Elfman-in-Latin-America theme tune. I hope…This account doesn’t have speakers.

xx Mika

Day #20: Music video.

No blog today. Not up to it. Nothing to talk about. This is simply a beautiful song.

…

xx Mika

Day #19: Musings on Death and UCAS

This isn’t gonna be an “omg i h8 myself & i wanna die” type blog. It’s just…well. Just…musings on death ‘n’ murder in general.

**Warning: Language and sex references**

I can’t honestly believe how easy it is. A man or woman could work hard all his life, build up a real empire for him/herself or his/her family, become famous, get rich…and then die. Why is it so easy to take a life? Why? It should be a lot harder – God/ evolution (depending on which side of the “Life” debate you come down on) gave us ribcages, gave us bones, gave us fat (unless you’re a size zero model/ Victoria Beckham), gave us an immune system to protect us. And that’s still not enough to save us all from deadly diseases such as cancers. It’s still not enough to save us from gunshot wounds; not enough to halt a knife; not enough to stop fire, to dam water or other liquids or dangerous gases in our lungs.

I don’t know…I’m just not feeling overtly great at the moment. This hasn’t been a good week. I hate how our bodies have been wrongly designed. Hell, I wouldn’t mind if future evolution or God (WHATEVER) gave us more protection. If there is a God, did he not foresee the creation of artificial means of death? If he’s so all-knowing and all-present, why doesn’t he just tap people on the shoulder once in a while and say, “Hey, you know what…?” or whatever. I’m an atheist myself but open to people’s opinions on religion, whether agreeing or disagreeing with me. I like to think I’m making an intelligent argument or statement but argue with me by all means. Murder…now, there’s living fucking proof that humanity is selfish.

Okay, that’s theoretically the end of my death and murder musings. Now…fuckin’ UCAS. Why can’t they just make this university shit simple? No wonder less people are supposedly applying to Uni – doing it (oo-er) through UCAS is a frigging nightmare. I’m logged in, I’ve got all my info in. There you GO.

What does UCAS actually stand for? I have many possibilities:

1) University Controls All Students :s (most likely)

2) U Can Always Shrink (“Honey…”)

3) Uuh Crap Argh Shit (the reaction many people get when they go through the process) 

4)  Universal Cocks Are Slobbery (well, after sex, they are…APPARENTLY…I’ve never had sex. EVER. Promise.)

and others.

ANYWAY.

I have “done” UCAS. I will now go and throttle my brother for playing Nickleback’s “Rockstar” – no, ma’am/ sir, I will NOT post a link to it! It is the most detestable song this side of novelty. What PLANET have you been LIVING on for the past few months? – over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and OH GREAT he’s now playing Oasis. He won’t shut his door.

20:43: Hahahahahahahaha, Mum’s gonna be up in a minute. After frigging “Mastershit”…”Masterchef”. Whatever.

I’m going.

Bye.

xx Mika

Day #16: General Life…

Hiya everybody. Cup of tea/ coffee to warm you on this long, cold, dark October night (unless you’re in a hot country/ state/ universe)? I know it’s been a while since I last posted, but the mighty monster that is College has devoured me with its jaws.

So how’s everyone been? Don’t worry, you’re not going to get any bitching this time. I just got my History essay back – another D, despite being top of the class. I hope my teacher doesn’t think I’m deliberately dumbing down. Ooh, alliteration. I like alliteration. And Jeff Lindsay’s “Dexter” series uses a massload of alliteration. ANYWAY! Yeah, I need an A this year in History, as I previously explained. If I’m getting Ds it doesn’t look overtly good :S.

I’m also on my period so I’ve just been really stroppy and explosive for the past two weeks. My dad may make it a point to buy full body armour next time because when Mum and I are both on…my GOD it’s like a fracking hormonal hurricane.

OOH I had coffee on Saturday for the first time! I had a latte-type-thing and a different type of coffee that I actually don’t know the name of. Despite having a high caffiene tolerance (I drink tea and that has more caffiene in it than coffee does), I got very hyper and OHMYGODNOSPACESINBETWEENMYWORDS type thing. You know? Do you know what I mean? Good. Anyway, it tasted like charcoal so that’s one other thing I won’t be drinking until I desperately need to (i.e. when I’m over 25 XD).

I bought Terra Naomi’s “Under the Influence” album. Okay, so it IS a bit polished, and it does seem to restrain her a little bit, but otherwise it is a good album. I love “Flesh to Bones” at the moment; it’s my favourite track that I didn’t hear off YouTube first. In fact, it is my song of the day/ Currently Listening, so I’ll post it here when I finish this. In fact, I’ll post the lyrics with it, so you can kind of understand why I love it. Or not…or just wonder why Mika Haeli has posted random lyrics – “wtf does she want us 2 sing along?” Haha.

Good news: we may actually be having a kitchen by November!! The installation people are actually going to install it starting next week. We’ve painted it, had all the electrics and new sockets installed, so it’s just a case of DISHWASHER!-FRIDGE!-COOKER!-etc.-DONE! M & D had to cancel it and reorder it from someone else for some reason. Probably something to do with ££££. Never realised it was so damn expensive to completely refurbish a part of one’s house.

Yeah, so I’m sitting here, listening to Terra Naomi once again, waiting for my friend to come back online. Nothing much has happened recently – oh actually…I have managed to spend £320 (about $448) in a single WEEK which leaves me with £20 to live on for the rest of the month…Oops. Damn. Forgot about the whole £40-to-university-fund thing.

I also bought Mika’s and Paramore’s new albums. They’re both very good. BUY THEM! BUY THEM NOW! BUY THEM I SAY!

Anyway…I’m gonna go now. Here’s Terra.

And lyrics:

I’m sitting here frozen in this bed I made
Considering the weight of the bricks I laid now that I’m through
One by one sealed every crack that I could slip between to find my way back
Find my way back home to you

And I’m burning all my bridges
with these matches I light
To illuminate my path to what is right
And even if it’s true what they say
that you can’t go back home
once you’ve cast it away
I would still have left tonight

You know baby I would be with you if I could
To trade my flesh for your bones
I would, I would, I would, I would, I would…

I carry with me on my way
All the ghosts of all the love
that I let slip away
The heavy weight of promises made
That if I could exonerate
I might just lift off today

And I’m burning all my bridges
with these matches I light
To illuminate my path to what is right
And even if it’s true what they say
that you can’t go back home
once you’ve cast it away
I would still have left tonight

You know baby I would be with you if I could
To trade my flesh for your bones
I would, I would, I would, I would, I would…

I chased your memory from my mind
But every song I write is just a wish to find you, near or far
Through all the tears and all the time
That I been running blind
I still ain’t got to where you are

And I’m burning all my bridges
with these matches I light
To illuminate my path to what is right
And even if it’s true what they say
that you can’t go back home
once you’ve cast it away
I would still have left tonight

You know baby I would be with you if I could
To trade my flesh for your bones
I would, I would, I would, I would, I would…

(Thanks to http://www.lyricstime.com/ for the lyrics.)

xx Mika

Day #11: College

Haha, I won’t be celeb-bashing any more. Well. Not until I can actually come up with a convincing argument as to why X “sucksballz” or whatever you wanna use.

Also, who keeps clicking on my link from Facebook to read here? Whoever you are, LEAVE A COMMENT. You could be Matt for all I know – just say who you are. Not that I’m paranoid. Honest. *eyes shift*

Anyway, I’m writing about college today. I’m in my second (and hopefully final, though I doubt so very much) year, needing AAB to do English Lit. at Cardiff/ Birmingham/ Manchester (BBC or 300 UCAS points at Kent or Bath Spa). I was going to do Music at Cardiff – I was predicted B/C for most of my AS grades, with FTGs being BCCC. I got ABCC, which isn’t bad; 9 marks off an A in English Lit and a very solid C in Music – but I need that B and A this year. GAAARGH!! I’m also doing Italian this year as I’m sure I’ve mentioned once this blog.

Lemme just say that I’m really enjoying college.

Trouble with it is that you’re often coerced into doing something you honestly don’t want to do. Like…Music Literacy on a Wednesday lunchtime. I start college at 8:50 normal time and from then on, it’s jam-packed. Tasty…NO, I’m kidding . I had my piano lesson from 12:40-1:10; ML = 12:40-1:40. Piano lesson moved to 2:25-2:55. I work at 4. It was literally a case of GET-THE-BUS-RUN-HOME-GET-UNIFORM-ON-NOW-WORK!. With barely breathing in between. I was seriously pissed off with them until they explained it in more detail to the whole class (and apologised over and over); now I’m only a tiny bit pissed off at them for compressing my day. But ho-hum pig’s bum, you can’t have everything.

You know what? I’m gonna stop complaining about EVERYTHING now cause I bet it’s completely un-endearing to you. Not as unendearing as this girl though (http://www.youtube.com/user/goandeatshitcunt); hypocritical, racist, narrow-minded, vulgar username – doesn’t evidently believe that you can speak your mind without calling people “c***s”. She acts like she’s about 12. But you can’t tell these people…

Anyway…sixth-form is good. Go there when you’ve left school…uh-oh, I forgot about the leaving age being pushed up to 18. Whoops. Haha. Wait, that’s not funny. Is it? :S Ah well, I’m gonna go. Not listening to any music at the moment so I can’t even leave you with a song to listen to .

Bye everybody.

xx Mika