I’m currently listening to The Maccabees – I’m supposed to learn how to play bass and sing to their song “Tissue Shoulders” by 9am tomorrow morning. But I have a feeling that isn’t going to happen.

I have officially, finally finished all my AS exams for the year. For the past three days in a row I’ve spent 5 hours at school totalling 15 hours (with an hour and ten mins’ break in total per day), doing my AS Photography exam boards. I ended up with 5 boards in total: 2 prep boards and 3 exam boards; and when I had a quick count at the end, I think I had about 82 photos in total on all the boards. I am soooo exhausted. Both physically, but more so mentally – I haven’t been coherent all day, and keep forgetting what I was going to say by about the third word into every sentence, it’s honestly embarrassing. As if I wasn’t knackered enough, I then had two consecutive hockey games from 6-8pm, both of which we’d lost narrowly, despite technically being able to (and should’ve) beaten the other two teams. Argh, frustration. And then there’s other problems which I’m just far too tired to delve into right now tonight… mind you, some of these, I will be eternally-too-tired to delve into and try to solve, even in the privacy of my own mind.

I’m starting to consider maybe moving my blog to another domain. When I registered StaticImage two years ago, I’d planned on making it very visually-based. But laziness got the better of me and it never quite ended up that way. Now that it will be summer soon, and I feel like I’ve changed so much as a person, I’m seriously starting to contemplate transforming SI.net into a completely photographic site – but I’ll definitely be keeping all my old WP archives.

Mind you, now comes the tedious, mind-sucking task of coming up with a suitable new domain name for my blog that represents me better. Hmmfph.

I feel very incoherent at the moment, probably because its 4.25am; but I felt like blogging anyway. Yesterday at Scott’s was fantastic. We had a “study party”, mostly to take the piss (oh funny pun there, ‘manda… sorry can’t help it) out of people who get together to study, and call it a “study party” – so we had an actual party instead, with a swimming pool, textbooks and plenty of booze. I think I’ll upload the photos to flickr at some point and link them – seems to be easier than uploading them into a gallery on here… but a preview: So earlier tonight I went to my friends’ gig at the Forde’s Bar – they did okay considering their band, Glass Owls, are back to three members, with no drummer. Highlight would have to be them reviving an old song, Party (without having practised it for about a year), guest starring Matt Hope from the Artisan Guns on drums; and their cover of The Smiths’ “There Is a Light That Never Goes Out”… having certain people there, a certain atmosphere, it brings back old memories of last summer’s parties and ambiguous standings. Argh. Okay, okay, I need to stop being nostalgic. It’s probably because it’s late (or early), and I’m insomniac and lonely…

Short entry, I’m tired:
Last night we all gathered at my best mate Chris’ house for some good ol’ pyromania. We also went over to the park behind his house to watch the fireworks display put on by the Howick Club. I don’t think I’m going to list the types of bombs we made… because of potential law infringements. After all we did have a cop chopper overhead for quite some time (we let off “normal” fireworks during this)… But the highlight of it all was when the boys soaked rolls of toilet paper in petrol and meths, lit it, and played “hot potato” and “flaming football” – later renamed “flaming footroll” .

I’m a realist
I’m a romantic
I’m an indecisive piece of shit

I’m a realist
I’m a romantic
I am indecisive and that’s about it

That song by The Cribs basically sums me up.  There’s a boy out the outlook, but cliche enough, it’s complicated.

In other matters, I sat my Poetry & Prose paper for AS English Literature today. Drama paper’s next week… argggh. Going to be re-reading Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar and Arthur Miller’s A View From the Bridge sometime before next Wednesday. Last night was Guy Fawkes, but I had a hockey game from 6-7pm and then another from 9-10pm, so didn’t do any fireworks – not to mention the fact that I had to get home and cram for today’s exam.

I think stupid people should not be allowed to supervise exams. I had the most bullshit guy today – sure it was my fault for stupidly forgetting my watch, and as luck would have it I was stuck in a classroom without a clock – but regardless, the supervisors are supposed to make a countdown chart on the board at the front, with 10-15min intervals, as well as a 5min countdown towards the end, and the guy I got stuck with was an idiot. He wouldn’t cross any times off the board for ages, and left me thinking “surely it’s been longer than 15 minutes…”, and then he’d cross off two sets of 15mins at once and I’ll be left going “OH FUCK WHY DID I HAVE TO BE RIGHT”, etc. Then, towards the end, I’d thought “okay, I’ll leave 5 whole minutes for my last conclusion, that should be plenty”; then he says “5 minutes left”, so I was all “yusssss plenty of time”, but I’d hardly written a couple of lines when he suddently said “okay, pens down everyone, time’s up”. WTF. GRR. ARGH.