»25th June 2006

Rations

As the sun sets on Beechwood Terrace, I have yet again found myself in the situation of having no money due to a financial oversight. Upon discovering I only had access to about £4 I decided I would have to ration supplies in these last few days before abandoning Beechwood for good.
Despite making vast improvements in my financial management this year, such as not buying another guitar, I still found myself in a world of shit when Rent Me Boys decided to take out my rent nine days before we can actually move in, which seemed a bit strange to me, seeing as it's being paid by standing order so shouldn't require time for cheques to clear etc.
Looks like despite all this wonderful automated finance, the golden rule of taking money early and paying out late still seems to apply.
It's at times like this when I wish I hadn't lost the key to the blue money box. I might have to have another look for the key or try my hand at lock-picking or something.

In a bizarre turn of events I actually managed to achieve quite a few of the objectives I talked about in the previous update.

• I checked out the food from the Indian restaurant on Cardigan road with Ali. It turned out to be pretty good, the lengthy wait was worth it. The meal wasn't overpoweringly spicy and full of grease as is usual with Indian takeaways, suggesting that I was actually eating restaurant quality food where poor quality ingredients were not been masked by too much spice. I'd go back there if I had more than £4. I totally should have ordered a Rogan G, to see if they'd notice, though I didn't reckon the girl who took my order was a HOTD fan.
  
  
• I bought Dragonforce's album. Again, it turned out to be quite good. The first song of 'Inhuman Rampage' is 'Through The Fire And Flames' the crazy song I was on about, which is awesome. The following seven songs are in the same vein of power metal. If anything, on first listen the songs tended to sound a bit samey at first. However, I'd hardly listened to the album so I'm not going to pass any damning judgement on it.
  
• Oh... Looks like those were the only two objectives I achieved, oh well. It's not as if I really want to use that filthy cooker anyway, I suppose I could have a bath tomorrow though.

I picked up exam results on tuesday, well only two of them as no one seems to have bothered to mark my Nationalism exam yet. I got 60 in 'British History Since 1945: Progress & Uncertainty' and 59 in 'Italy: The Flowering Bullshit Renaissance 1400-1500'. I bet you think 'great, that sounds like you did quite well', well initially I was filled with relief too. However, as so often happens, I became very annoyed. Despite thinking myself to be quite good at British history and bearing in mind how completely fucking ignorant I was of the Italian Renaissance in the fifteenth century and how monumentally shit the module was, I only ended up with a 1 mark difference between the two exams.
You're probably still wondering what annoyed me so much, but bear with me. Basically, I know how shit I was in that Italian exam, my revision was terrible, last minute, rushed, about everything revision should be except 'not done'. My preperation for the exam amounted to reading a few chapters of a few books over two library sessions. I could fairly safely say that everything I wrote down in the exam came about because of those few hours, and not because of weeks of study and in-depth academic research touching on a broad range of sources. My revision for British History was similarly naff but I know stuff about Britain after 1945 right? RIGHT?!
Maybe my revision style is fantastic and that I actually know shit about nothing? Either way I'm left with the feeling that everyone else sucked on Italian Renaissance and that I was simply fell between the 'completely ignorant and feckless' section and 'some indication of cursory knowledge around the subject. attempted to answer the question.' on the results sheet. It'd just be nice to do well in my strong subjects. You know... to do say more than one mark better in them than my shit subjects?

After picking up my exam results I decided to make a day of going outside and went to the cinema to see The Omen, sadly not the Burley cinema which would have fulfilled another objective, but the Light one, seeing as it was closer and all. The Omen remake was pretty good, there was some fuckheads sat a couple of rows behind me who were all trying to impress the girls they brought with them who had either really weak bladders or a bunch of really important calls to take. At least they didn't relieve themselves or take their calls in the theatre though. It was pretty cool walking out of The Omen and getting worried glances from a bunch of old people who noticed my Possessed T-shirt.

Trying to maintain the party spirit I had one of my trademark one-man parties, where I got drunk on my own watching the England match, singing along very loudly to Rust In Peace on the mysterious chair that I moved from Stewart's old room. I could have gone downstairs to watch the game with Scowny and his friends but that would be violating the one-man-party rule and plus they were drinking Carling and I was on Bud. The one-man-party rule is pretty straightforward, but I'm not going to tell you what it is.


Extar, over, out.

Suffer like G did.