Monday, 16 May 2011

04.

As I had mentioned yesterday, I had an English Exam this morning, and I don't believe I did all that terrible. As in this case, the exam I believed I had today, wasn't the one after all. and what I mean by that is I believed that I had a poetry exam, but instead it was writing to describe. Not that any one truly cares for that detail or anything, but I like to add that in.
The point that I am trying to get at with what I've put is the fact that it turned out easier than previously hoped. Given that this was the first of of 2 of my official English exams, I don't want to get cocky in case I fail, or I don't want to make it seem it was too easy, then I fail it. I'm just babbling and panacking at the same time here.
But point be given I did my English exam, I have another on Wednesday and I'm not looking forward to the second one because that is based on poetry, and just a little note, I hate poetry.
Reading back over what I put, I've realised I made that more complicated then it needed to be, but I can't really delete it and try to explain it again, because that's actually about as close as I'm going to get in putting all of that down. If it makes any sense to you at all then I aplaud you.
I also yesterday, started off a post. Now this post was on a social site that people tell me not to talk about, but I can post a link, as it is my own, but just keep it quiet, right.
Now, feel free to read through the comments, and think what you think. I suggest it, because I won't tell anyone not to have their own opinion. What I'm trying to tell and make people understand was when I posted this link, it was just a thought. I'm from the U.K, so I thought it was unfair that Ireland only gave us 6 points, while we gave them twelve, and I'm sure that I'm not the only one either. and yes, can you belive it, I'm still reeling from Eurovision on Saturday, but it's because I'll never ever get enough of it, and I hate that I have to wait another year for it, that's to darn far away, but basically, what I was supposed to say before I lost track, was that I meant no offence to Ireland or anything. I believe that people that commented took it a bit too personal, because I didn't intend to upset anyone, but I have to admit, I can see where other people are coming from.
What I'm asking you as readers to do is read through them, and judge whether they are fair or not. I didn't want any harsh comebacks, especially one where one girls insults Blue. I never brought eitherJedward or Blue into the subject of this post, so I felt a little upset that people mentioned and insulted them. I mean, yeah, we aren't great each year, but sometimes a comment can get to far. But maybe I'm just misunderstand them, I don't believe I am, but I could be. I'm always open for interpretation. or whatever I actually mean by that.
I'm also starting to feel the need that I need new shoes, because my school ones are starting to give me horrid blisters. But I have less than 2 weeks left, so what am I moaning about? I do walk however, three miles home, which does take me an hour or more, and I was more dis-heartened by the fact that I deleted one of my favourite songs off my phone, so I couldn't enjoy that song, but I choose to walk home, and I accept it was my fault that I did delete it, though it was by accident.
I seem to be doing a lot of admitting and stuff in this post. Though, I don't know why. I also want to make note, that although my other posts have been long, that is because Eurovison was on, and I'm back at school now, so not much in excitement shall happen for me, but if it were to happen, and there was some excitement, I will of course make sure I'll blog it, but since that is what I'm doing anyways, I'll just continue on. I also today had the wounderful experience of a weird man shouting at me from his window as I was walking home. So lovely and charming some people are nowadays.
Oh, and don't forget to check out my page from the link, I guess I should have mentioned that earlier, but ah well. Till tomorrow.

Alana.

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