So much for that wonderful, wonderful idea!
I’m gonna go, with Daniel, to an Amanda Palmer gig in London in October. I’ve been listening to Who Killed Amanda Palmer for a week without pause and I am SO fucking excited, her music is unbelievably awesome, and I’ve been jealous of Daniel for nearly three years now because he went to a Dresden Dolls gig a few weeks before I met him. Lemme reiterate.
Amanda Palmer gig! OMG! Yay! Awesome in a bukkit! Will be walking on air for a month!
Except… I won’t be. Walking on air, that is; because despite my bank account containing all of three bits of fluff and a dead mouse I poked my way onto the site and found the ticket ordering system. And… you need ID to get in. Which is fine, I have ID. But you need ID that says you’re 18. And I ain’t.
I guess I could get fake ID from someone, but then I’d have to pay for that too and it’s not like I have spare cash falling outta my ears. I could borrow someone else’s ID, but most of my eligible friends are 17 too and, anyway, there isn’t much non-photo ID in existence any more, especially for people who’ve only recently got it.
I guess that’s down the swanny. Fuck it.
Maybe it’s a good thing, it’s not like I could afford to go anyway… but hell, I was gonna.
Oh, also this is win!
Although my result was a bit off:
Likelihood of you being FEMALE is 26%
Likelihood of you being MALE is 74%
In total, my exam results are closer to Z than my bra size
Because, you know, two people will read this, and they’ll probably be the two people I forget to tell.
English Language
98/105 – A
63/105 – C (Almost everyone who took this exam got either an A or an E. I’m proud of this result just because I beat the bell curve.)
76/90 – A
69/90 – B (Also proud of this, that was eight months’ coursework written in three weeks)
73/90 – A (God I hated that exam, yay :) )
74/120 – C (This was about child language acquisition. I don’t get on with children.)
Overall: 453/600 – B. Not bad. Should have been an A, but ah well.
Critical Thinking
No idea/No idea – C
85/120 – C
Unsurprisingly, the overall is a C. Which sucks. This is my favourite, and most needed, subject.
Philosophy
63/100 – C
45/100 – E
53/100 – D (I hate this module and always have)
Overall: 161/300 – D. Fuck.
Classical Civs
31/100 – U
64/100 – C
58/100 – D (I revised really fucking hard for this one too)
Overall: 153/300 – D. Similarly.
Assuming that A = 1, B = 2, etc; my total is 13. The 13th letter of the alphabet is M. See? In total, my exam results are closer to Z than my bra size. That’s saying something.
Just keep listening to Who Killed Amanda Palmer…
Richard
I haven’t told many people about this… it’s not exactly secret, just not much of a topic of conversation. When I was 13 I had a friend called Richard. I met Richard in… what, January? I remember it being early in the year, or maybe the end of the previous year – I was 13 when I met him, I think I was 14 at the end. Maybe not.
Anyway, I got talking to him because he was being bullied something awful at school, and I felt sorry for him. I knew what that was like, I knew he wanted a friend, so I gave him one. Richard was awesome – and he was being bullied because, wait for it, this will shake your faith in Joe Blogs fucking hard; his life was being made hell because it already was. He’d been born with HIV.
Well, when I met him, he had till September to live. He was 15…
In September, I got a brief communicae telling me that he was in hospital. I don’t even remember who from; he never came out.
Now, that’s not devastating… of course it hurt me, he was a friend, but he had AIDS – everyone knew it was coming. No, it wasn’t that he died.
No-one would tell me how he died. I never knew if AIDS did him in, or if he did it himself. I keep friends alive, at some times it’s been an ongoing duty. And so far, I’ve succeeded, with the help of many, many others… except for Richard. And I don’t know. I didn’t try to keep him alive, because I knew it couldn’t work.
A combination of conversation and listening to Who Killed Amanda Palmer has got me thinking about this. Damn you, Amanda Palmer, for making me think. On the other hand you fucking rock.
Watch.
