Dear Die-ary...

Hey... blogger didn't adjust the size of the picture... Oh well.

Anyways, yes. I have to rant about something. I feel... so angry inside for some reason. Usually when I get angry about something, I just go on Bebo and complain about the girls who post their pictures with the title, "Im so fit! Bois go out wiv me!! xXx", and when the picture is revealed, you need to go to the bathroom to throw up VERY quickly. So I would rant about how ugly they were, and wondering how the hell they're gonna get any boys to see that picture, seeing as it's an all-girls' skool (only members of the skool can view the pictures). Usually I get someone posting back, saying, "OMG, you are so rude! Stop dissin ma mates!!" Once someone did that to me, and I said that their obnoxious screeching is so funny to read. Anyway, I've commented on the new pictures that needed my assistance with, and now I have nothing to do. *twitches madly* Must... rant...

So, hey, I'll rant about the last exam. THE LAST EXAM!! That was engrish. And it was so hard. Woah... I just realised that using the word 'so' to emphasize a word makes me sound a bit like a plastic... So I'll stop doing it. No - I wasn't emphasizing a word there, ha. Anyhoo, so this exam. It was difficult. The whole topic was on rollercoasters and theme parks. Why that topic? I don't know. The first question was on a text about Walt Disney's theme park. The question was, was to summarise it. The whole text. So that's what I did. I was told by Mr Farbridge, that a summary was about half a page. When I looked around, some people fluently wrote about a page and a half. I stared down at the article, and tried to figure out what the hell there was to write so much about. I got sick of that work, and went on to the next. This next question was to point out the language and how another article was presented. This article was about some guy who went on a rollercoaster and thought he'd die. So, I started writing my answer. (The language used is English...) Basically, my answer was a whole lot of repeating nonsense. I have NO IDEA how many times I said, "The language is powerful," or, "It is descripitive". So, my answer of repeated words filled up 1 page, approximately. Yet again I looked around, and some people wrote 2 pages. I just wanted to throw my paper on the floor, start screaming and rip it up into tiny pieces (the paper, I mean). But I didn't give up hope just yet. There was one last question left. This is where I REALLY lost hope. This task was to write a letter to inform parents of a trip to a theme park. I know I don't seem to take notice of letters of this kind, but sometimes as I draw all over them, I take in some of the information. So, from my scattered memory, I endeavoured to write a letter based on what I remember. And I did. It was rather short and... wait for it... when I looked around, many people wrote crud-loads more than I did. I just thought to myself, "Aw, screw it," and began to draw on the question sheet. I drew... mostly people committing suicide, saying, "AAAAAAAARGH, my entire life!!", or helicopters shooting the questions to pieces. Unfortunately, when the time was up, it had to be taken away. Damn. Oh well, at least I'll be enlightening the next person who gets that sheet.

As for the rest of the day, well, just lessons. Nothing of note. But, I had yet another barbecue today. My parents have to go easy on me, y'see, I'm not spoilt, honest I'm not. I just have eczema and well, since it's mainly stress-orientated, if my parents don't keep me happy and reward me for exams etc, I could scratch my arm off. I almost did do that recently, during the night, when I didn't know. So another barbecue, eh? I tried to help, I really did. I was told what I could do to help, and when I did it, I was shouted at for doing it wrong and shooed away. That wasn't fun. And that's when I started this blog post. And now, at the more-or-less end of the BBQ, all went well. More-or-less.

More-or-less.