honestly
September 19, 2002 | 1:46 p.m.

You know, I regularly wake up at four in the morning (especially now, as I'm endeavouring to go to bed at ten at the latest instead of three so I won't miss any lessons, thus avoiding irritating 'talks' with the parents and superiority and knowing looks from the teachers. Oh, and dark circles under my eyes - I'm so pale they make me look like a corpse, and that's never good) and think of reams of things I could rant about/discuss in this diary, and when I'm in the position to type them out (like now) I can never remember any of them, and end up blathering about exams and college, which is probably only interesting to me. Half the people who read this diary don't even use the same education system as me, so I'm going to try to keep the 'blah I took this exam and resat this module and it should give me 20 points for uni and blah' stuff to a minimum. It is going to be in here though, because pathetically enough college is the biggest thing in my life at the moment, and will continue to be until September when I start uni. If all goes according to plan, that is.

One more thing about college before I move onto things that mean something - they'd bloody better re-mark those papers. There's been a lot of stuff in the papers about how this is a talking point and how it's sparked a political debate and so on and so forth - I hope you know what I mean when I say this, but I'm not interested in a fucking debate. Not about this. The solution is crystal clear to me - re-mark the papers, don't piss about with the results in any way, shape or form, and do your jobs and stop making it into an issue of marketing instead of an issue of people's futures which is what it should be - Estelle Morris has got it right for once, even though I'll never forgive her for fixing what wasn't broken with these wankermade AS exams. There's no need for a debate! Give people the grades they deserve! I wouldn't mind if I knew I'd done badly enough to be given a U in that module, but I just don't think I did.

Rant over. I know what popped into my head when I woke up last night - one of the things, anyway - I sometimes think that I come across as anti-American in this diary - I take the piss out of Dubya and link to satirical sites and so on. I want to make it clear that I really do not hate Americans or think they're all stupid or think they're going to start the next war, not at all. It's really all in fun when I say things like that - there are stupid Americans in existence, of course, but then there are stupid British people too, and I know that better than anyone. I don't like the fundamentalists either because organised religion makes me feel ill, but I know that it exists in every country... they're just a bit more vocal about it over there, it seems. As for the war thing - I know a lot of people in America don't want a war, it's Dubya and Friends™ (and I really think Blair can be counted in there as well) who are taking us in that direction. I just find it quite scary that a man who finds it difficult to string a coherent sentence together and can't eat a pretzel without almost killing himself has his finger on the big red button or whatever it is that fires the nukes, that's all. I know he's more than likely just a puppet for the real leaders of the country, but still. So. I am not anti-American. Please don't think I am.

Oh oh, one more college-related thing (I really do have it on the brain) I don't know if anyone in the UK (or even out of it) has seen The League of Gentlemen, but History Teacher reminds me of one of the people from that and I can hardly keep from laughing in the lesson. He's very Welsh. That amuses me anyway, it's the accent. I don't find Scottish or Irish accents funny, but I find the Welsh one hilarious.

Bah, I want to see series 6 of Buffy. Stupid BBC, why don't they get their act together?

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