Had a mad 18th party, downed a few gallons, smashed the odd window, pulled a bird here and a punch there... All in all, it was a night of...I actually don't remember half of it. But it was nice, in a hammered/puke-fested sort of way. ^.^
I had half a mind to post this in the Members Intro section...and I actually would've if I wasn't already in Gen Discussion and yay laziness.
This is a story all about how my life got flip-turned upsi- So now I'm in my final year at school. The past couple of years were quite disorientating, in retrospect.
Finally figured what I really wanted to do with my life - produce music - and then decided to apply for sociology at university (they're kinda related, somehow...hopefully...crap) which, don't get me wrong, I do have quite an interest in, but it's not anything like the deafening euphoric thrills you get from doing sets at Ultra Music Festival...Meh.
I scraped a miraculous set of A's last year and threw them at a Cambridge University application which, after putting me through a blender of interviews and other assessment shenanigans, bizarrely threw an offer of acceptance back at me. Oh, and I also broke up with a girlfriend of 3-odd years (or maybe she left me :|...) which wasn't the best thing, but any heartbreak was slightly patched up by the second best uni in the world telling me I deserved a place in their ranks (which I still disagree with - have you seen the kind of people that go there? e_e).
I did a bunch of other things...But none of them are really worth mentioning (sixth-form life isn't quite the pinnacle of excitement I'd envisioned it to be). Oh yeah, I learnt how to windsurf. Now that was badass, even if 3 out of the 4 hours was spent thrashing about in the sea trying to flip my board the right way round. It's hard! Once you get going and the wind is actually being nice for once, though...Damn I wish it was summer again. Being cold just sucks. Speaking of which, Scotland was not graced with a single godforsaken snowflake this past winter. It was my last bloody year at school and I wasn't even able to lob snowballs at the annoying 12-year old brats in first year. Rocks, anyone?
My school is getting rebuilt, so the senior years have had to relocate to some shitty ex-elementary school that I'm pretty sure was a prison at some point. Looks the part, at least. Toilet mirrors that have been nailed to the walls at waist height and sinks the size of a spaghetti bowl. Not to mention the 2mbps internet speed that has half the computers crashing when you open Notepad.
Speaking of school, I have 3 mocks this week, which I have done absolutely nothing in terms of revision for. Procrastination is such a great best friend. Sometimes I just want to stab it in the heart, but how can you hate on something that lets you prioritise a Game of Thrones marathon (have I ever mentioned how much Joffrey Baratheon sucks goat's ass?) over exam revision and feel perfectly happy about it? I am planning on doing something that'll silence this best friend when it comes to my actual final exams... In other words; nothing, halp me D:
And right now? Ehh, not doing much except learning the basics of DJing and googling the best ways to stay awake during class.
How is everyone else? By this point I wholeheartedly agree with the whole talking-to-brick-wall idiom, what with how much this place has actually become one, but I might as well finish the post...r-right...?
It'll be interesting to see what you guys have come out of the tri-year blending machine looking like as well. So yeah, fire away if you see this and have the time.
So why all this? I guess I was just caught by a wave of nostalgia. Or maybe there's nothing else to do... (study? What study? >.>)
I love you all. Mhm, especially you. Yep, that's you I'm looking at. ;)
Ranger ~.^