Exams which you sit under final exam conditions, based upon the final papers of the past years, and given to you for many reasons:

1. So the exam board can have evidence to suggest you can pass, if you happen to fail the final exam
2. To get a feel of what the exam will be like
3. So you know what you need to revise more (which is more often that not, everything.)

The cheeky buggers make them harder than the actual exams, lull you into a false sense of worry and by the time you’re to sit the final exams, you find it’s actually easier than what some teachers make it out to be.

My point is that I have them in about a month’s time. English. History. Politics. Music. Fuck.

But I guess I’m almost committed to studying computers, their workings, their ins and outs and generally interesting stuff (and boring database stuff too) for four years. I really hope there’s a job at the end of it..

Oh well, I shant moan about it, but rather look forward to it and be grateful that I have received an offer to the university that I actually want to go to!

For one, I hate alcohol. I have a liver disease that makes my hangovers last 10x longer, so not so good. Also, I hate seeing how stupid it makes people. Thirdly, it tastes like shite for the most part (until you are too numb to feel anything).

You may think I’m seeming like some sort of sulking nerd who lives with his computer. Well, you’d be partially right, at least! So I like spending time on this machine. Through my eyes that is better than going to some party for a few hours of “good times”, only to wake up the next morning feeling like shit and having to waste the day in bed.

What. Is. The. Point.

Maybe it’s the way I’ve been encouraged to think, or maybe it’s the way that I feel myself… but does one really need alcohol to have a good time? Surely not.

However, if I got invited to one of these paties I’d probably go anyway. And, to much of my friends’ disappointment, I would hog the soft drinks.

Oh yeah, the other thing is being sick. Why put yourself through it?

Anyway yeah, that’s just my thought for a day since I haven’t posted anything in almost a month.

It was on this day 93 years ago that the armistice was signed between Britain and Germany for the most part, to cease fighting. Rightfully enough, who would remember it in our lifetime? We young people are regarded as unwise, where the nature of such a great war is concerned. Even someone like me who has studied the First World War to an extent cannot possibly imagine how the soldiers must have felt. They fought for the greater good; peace of nations, freedom, equality and happiness. This patriotic sacrafice leads me to remember in my one-minute silence, their troubles, their lives, their personality, and everything that made them unique.

Seven days ago also marked the death day of one particular soldier; Wilfred Owen. He taught English before the War, and wrote poetry which I enjoy, during his time in the trenches. Notable works include Dulce et Decorum Est; The Sentry and Futility. They are all brilliant poems which opened my eyes to the war genre of writing. As he is one of my inspirations, I have also remembered his death today. He was so close to the end of the War.

And to that, the War itself. Let me just say this, because it’s true. Most things around you today are ramifications of the First World War. No, even the Second World War doesn’t come close to the terrific shock that people got from 1914 – 1918. The way I see it, people in the Second World War had some idea of what such a big war would be like thanks to the First. But there hadn’t been a great war like the First, for at least 100 years prior to it. The British government had expected it to be over by the nearest Christmas. However it was three and a half years.

Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts. Have a think, have remembrance, have respect.

Here’s the video anyway:

Enjoy!

I face two problems: the first one is that I haven’t done Higher Maths, and most universities Computer Science courses require, or strongly recommend it; and some of the universities require you to have done all your highers in one sitting. For the Englishmen, highers are the equivalent of an A-level, although a-levels are slightly harder methinks.

GRRR who said it was worth going to uni…. nah it is, im joking. Much better than flipping burgers for £5 an hour.

The conversations don’t usually get past the “asl” stage. That stands for age, sex and location. Someone types that, without a question mark to find out these three pieces of info. To a newcomer, it’s a piece of non-descriptive bullshit laid out on a page. I try to procrastinate the question for as long as I can by asking other stuff before he gets a chance to.

And if you tell them your a guy, you get the message saying that he has disconnected. This usually means he is a guy, looking for a girl to satisfy his needs. This conveys the senseless, feelingness nature that about 60% of people online have. They have no consideration for other people’s feelings. They are honestly robots, programmed to do a specific task; to find out whether you are a guy or not. If you are, tough luck.

And then there’s those who are illiterate. I asked someone how they were a few minutes ago, and the response I got was: “f n u?” – It is someone’s lazy, feeble attempt at saying, “fine, and you?”
If I didn’t know better, I would have mistaken him for a two year old learning how to put those magnetic letters onto a fridge. I always tell the illiterates to speak properly. They either disconnect, submit to my superiority and (try) to speak properly, or rage at me.

Oh dear, what has it come to? I’m pretty sure the guy who invented the internet (his name has flown from my mind) did not intend his design to be a breeding ground for pricks.

Warm heaters and sizzling porkchops (BETTER than those in Minecraft!) greeted me as I entered my humble homestead. Of course, they have yet to be thrown down my hungry mouth, and thus I found time to write something about this day. What makes things worse is that my dad said winter is coming? Screw school, I’m building a heated greenhouse.