We are having television issues. And by that, I mean the signal is being crap. Which means we only had BBC One, BBC Two and the CBBC channels. Until I just fiddled with it (trying to help, like I was asked) and now we don't have anything at all. Wonderful.
Also, Mum just labelled me a 'boring old fart' because I don't want to go out tonight. I'm in every night. I don't mind being in, Laura doesn't mind that I'm not going out, so why should anyone else care? Why should they? So now I'm in the wrong. No doubt anything else that happens tonight will also be my fault. I suppose this is me being a martyr. Wonderful.
I did my Othello redraft. It took nearly all afternoon. But it's done. You'd think this was a good thing, but no, I still have to do my even worse Death of a Salesman essay and my Media essay. Also, I was told on Friday I should probably do some more work on my Media practical.
What a fantastically rubbish day yesterday was. In Drama Lillie and I thoroughly embarrassed ourselves by prancing around on stage in suits with bras over the top. No one in our group spoke and the audience were just staring at us as if we'd just announced we were in support of some radical racist group. And then in Media I got told my coursework mark (so far) and it put me in the worst, most depressed mood for the rest of the lesson and then the journey home. The guy next to me, who hasn't even done a first draft of the bloody essay, got a higher mark than me.
Yes. It was that bad.
So really, I'm not in a fabulous mood. At all. And I'm sorry if I take it out on anyone because I'm trying fairly hard to keep it contained. I suppose it's weird that the only place I can really rant is online, in this blog. And it's not really private at all.
i know that feeling, i have it every time we do essays in politics. But i also know that it can go away and that sometimes you need that slap in the face, it's not fun but it happens to us all.
ReplyDeleteAlso i cannot wait for Laura's!!