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2004 7 May :: 8.35 pm
:: Mood: disgusted
I was watching a news report on the TV about the alleged Iraqi prisoner torture. It fucking sick that anyone would do that sort of thing. I really hope the British photos are proven to be false, and I would the American ones if it wasn't for the fact that they did look extremely real. It's terrible; we're supposed to be civillised countries, as something of an example to the rest of the world. But we're almost the same, in reality.
On a lighter note, I played my mum some Nightwish, which she liked a lot, so she might buy one of their albums. That would be cool, because I can't afford that right now.
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2004 7 May :: 6.21 pm
I forgot to add yesterday that I went to the art club after school to work on my coursework, and it was actually quite fun. I got to put Lostprophets on, and the reaction from the townies was just priceless. They saw my friend and I put the CD in the player, and one of them was all "Yeah, rock on, man!" (In a malicious sort of way.) And then when the music started there was a chorus of "Turn it off!" and "What is this crap?" But we got to keep it on, which was good. I should have put some of my heavier stuff on instead, then the Lostprophets wouldn't have seemed half as bad.
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2004 6 May :: 6.50 pm
:: Mood: down
:: Music: Nightwish ~ The End of All Hope
The power in my area just fucked up somewhat. There was a momentary flicker in my house, meaning the computer turned itself off, and one of the churches my dad has been working for (he's an architect) just phoned him because theirs didn't come back on again.
Not the first little amusment of today; my brace broke earlier because a spring of some sort came off, meaning one of my wires is loose. Of course, by then the orthodontists had closed, so I'll have to wait until tomorrow before I get it fixed.
I was supposed to have my Spanish oral test today, but I was feeling somewhat unwell, and with only a little exaggeration I was able to get out of it. I did feel quite bad this morning, and my voice was in danger of going, so excuse was somewhat valid.
I've been having trouble organising work experience. All the companies that have seemed suitable say they won't take on students (too much money and that sort of rubbish.) My dad was giving me a nice lecture because I said working at Sussex Life magazine would be boring (it's about countryside and villages for fucks sake!)
So yeah, despite these irritations today wasn't so bad. I was being unusually sociable at lunch, and I even joined in with my friends when they did the Timewarp, which suprised them all. They screamed when I said I'd join in.
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2004 3 May :: 8.01 pm
:: Mood: thirsty
:: Music: Children of Bodom ~ Needled 24/7
Today was mostly boring, and most was spent listening to music and watching the AFI videos I downloaded yesterday (proper downloads, not the crappy unreliable streamings.) I had to go for a walk along the seafront earlier, which would have been mind-numbingly boring, were it not for The Art of Drowning and Sing the Sorrow.
I got a lecture from my father earlier about how I'm not sociable enough and spend too much time shut away in my room. Joy. But I have to keep in his good books if I'm going to get that Clandestine DVD.
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2004 2 May :: 1.19 pm
:: Mood: irritated
eBay Troubles
I really want to buy the AFI Sing the Sorrow limited edition (the one with a short film called Clandestine and some extra songs,) but I have to get it off eBay, which means I have to wait until my dad comes home, then convince him to bid for something I can't even afford right now. It's probably going to end up costing me at least £20, but I'll be worth it. But my dad's so awkward about buying over the internet, and I haven't actually got enough for it. I just have to convince him that it's hard to get hold off, since only a limited number were made, and that it goes quickly off eBay, so he'll have to bid while he can, and then if I get it he can keep it until I have enough to pay him back. I have to get him to understand that AFI are my favourite band, and Clandestine's practically a must-have for dedicated fans.
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2004 30 April :: 4.51 pm
:: Mood: drained
Fire Alarms and Art Exams
The school fire alarm went off today, it's the fourth time this week, believe it or not. The other three were on Tuesday, interrupting some of the art and textiles GCSE exams (mine was Thursday, but I'll come to that later.) Since the fire in the English block the sensors have been tweaked a little too much, and a few students discovered that by spraying aerosol on a sensor, it could be set off. It does waste lesson time, so I hope this happens more often, though preferably not while the GCSE exams are in progress.
Onto my art exam; it went alright, methinks. I still have another five hours in lessons to finish it, though. I got it all drawn out, along with the background and some of the foreground coloured. It was a creepy landscape drawn in a very Alan Forbes-inspired style (I love the AFI CD covers.)
Also, my dad finally got around to paying the $2, meaning my account is safe and my username is on the list at last!
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2004 27 April :: 7.37 pm
:: Mood: depressed
Everything's been a disaster since Sunday. My parents won't let me drop out of fast track, I'm making a complete mess of all my art work and I'm going to fail. I have no idea what media to use for my final piece, and everyone keeps coming up with revolting suggestions on how my piece should be composed, what textures I should use and what media. I just want to do my piece with a watercolour pencil background and the rest with Pantone pens. I can't do that, though, because I haven't got the right Pantone colours, and I have to stay after school tomorrow, so I can't get them. My mother can't get them because I don't trust her to get the right colours.
I did something really stupid on Sunday evening; I scratched X's onto my hands until they bled, and then the parents saw. They seemed to be more angry than concerned, of course. But I'm going to do my best without the cutting. My parents haven't seen my arm, so I'm going to leave it alone and let it heal so they don't find out (they're extra-suspicious at the moment.) I regret doing it now, because I have to hide my hands at school so that people other then my close friends don't see.
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