Gay-Levels

Quoth Wikipedia
Decadence: a lack of moral and intellectual discipline

This is a rather round-about way of summing up the happenings of recent. Much like the 'id', 'ego' and 'superego' of the Jew with the funny name, it feels as if there are little bits of me niggling at me to do different things

(alternativley, these might just be hallucinations. It'd be shit if they were though. Surely i should be 'tripping' with decent results, like seeing hordes of naked ladies, with big ubbs...)

Anyway, one of these 'things' is to revise. I am in desperate need of doing this, and, though i've started, my current level of revision is just to conscience-satisfying degree that doesn't really accomplish anything.
For example, i'll sit there with a book for a long length of time ('time x' or alternativley 'fucking ages') during this, i will be 'reading' the pages. However, when i glance back across to the other page i've just supposedly read, it all seems new!
This has presented itself as a bit of a bugger for revision, as, well, its a bit pointless....

The revision 'monster' aside, there are numerous other things that i 'need' to do. One has had too much time/attention/money delegated to it of recent, which is my primeival need to become inebriated.
I believe that, unlike most other humans, who drink for 'social reasons' (because they are liberal gays*), i derive some sort of energy from alcohol. Much akin to how Oxygen makes life quite nice for us, a huge, fuck-off, novelty-sized bottle (tankard) of '20/20' also does a similar job.
That said, 20/20 was probably the worst example i could use.
I reminded myself on Tuesday night of why the local wine-store has loads of the stuff left on their shelf, after i made a purchase of their 'pineapple' flavoured variant of the fortified wine. They either share brewing equipment with 'toilet-duck' bleach, or it is simply the most crap tasting 'drink' avaiable...

Anyway, revision, over the next few weeks, should really shift to priority over sadistically torturing my liver, as else i will be left with A-Levels in 'licking the floor outside of nightclub' studies and an AS-Level in 'advanced speech slurring combined with bigotry'.....

Grades! (Grades..)

Last week, results for the AS exams came through. To some this was a good thing. To me, this was a kind of good and bad blend.
To be honest, i didn't really revise too well (at all) for the exams. This was reflected pretty well in my Biology grade (E). i think that is one-up above a grade 'U' (which contrary to my insistence, doesn't stand for 'Unbelievably Great', but 'Ungradable' (in the negative kind of way.))

This grade was a small cue for me to start removing my fingers from my rectal cavity and actually do some revision. Either that, or face a "career in McDonalds"...

However, the momentary 'sad face' was replaced with a slightly happier one ('moderatley happy face', for the sake of consistency) upon recieving an 'A' grade in Philosophy (which came as a twisted surprise, due to me being unable to attend half of the lessons for that particular subject, due to timetable clashes).

I am currently 'gearing up' (procrastinating towards) revision, and have a couple of re-take exams to be dealing with. That, is that, in the field of boring sixth form studies...

As for the rest of life: High possibility of twat-acting this weekend, due to my undivided love for the patron Saint of Ireland, St.Maurice. Sorry, i mean St.George. Wait,.. you know the one. Basically, it'll be a huge pissup, in which i am guaranteed to either act the previously mentioned boob or offend some Paddys! (Irish, for those unaquianted with racist slang)..

So this weekend: "Tull be grand, meh boy!"

Goodbye! etc.

March

Hellos

It is March!

The last 'blog' was in February. This means i've let the blog become a tad neglected... How cruel of me...

Anyhow. Not loads is new (to be truthful, not much new-ness at all).

There have been significant advances in the field of surfing, as i have begun the 'painstaking' task of 'try to turn the board whilst standing on it' (i think there must be a technical term for this manoevure (possibly 'turning'?)), which is proving to occupy me sufficiently.

In the field of alcohol abuse, there has been a small advancement, due to a bad mixture of me possessing £28 and walking into my local branch of 'Thresher' whilst inebriated. (I decided to buy the most expensive bottle of absinthe on the shelf, which i am afraid to drink, due to price and alcohol concentration).
This incident followed a party from Mr.Daniel Broadley, who deserves a 'shout out', for putting on an ace show that said night.


Finally, i do remember mentioning an 'E-ilp' in an earlier bloggery. Thankfully, my guesstimate of the consequences was fairly accurate, and we've all got away with doing 'nada' towards the silly 'award'*.

(* Suitable point for wanton insertion of smiley faces and exclamation marks, but avoided for taste purposes)

There is little else to 'blog' of at the moment, apart from a nice 'omnibus' of parties approaching, which will see myself in the usual comical states of degenerate drunkness.. so, 'until next time', goodbyes! etc.