Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

Okay. So what have I to say? On Friday I got a little depressed. The reason? Well, last week my year leader made me look over the entry requirements for the two Uni’s I’ve chosen and my teacher made me go and tell him my findings in afternoon registration. I told him and then he asked what my predicted grades were. I didn’t know so he looked them up. They’re low. Quite low. He summed up the points on some scrap paper and concluded that I wouldn’t even have enough to get into the lower university if those predictions proved accurate. Then he asked if I’d done my ASDAN. I said no. He demanded to know a reason. I didn’t have a valid one. He claimed that with the 70 points I would’ve got from ASDAN (That’s a matter of opinion though as it was deemed useless to last year’s lot) I’d have got 230 tariff points and my top choice might have just accepted me with that. I thought sod you. Besides, what do you care anyway? It’s not like you’ve shown any signs of caring about any of us unless we have something worth investing in, then you pester us and pester us until we (I) dream of stabbing you to death with a pencil (Did I mention I was prone to imagining killing people I hate? Before my pirates took up my mind and I was in a near perpetual state of contentment. I’d never physically kill someone though. It’d be messy and just plain not worth all of the fuss). Basically I left feeling rather depressed and thinking where is my life going now? How do you even go about getting a proper job? I’ve had a job for two weeks. Working in the office below mum (same building, different section of the company). But I didn’t go about getting that myself, though I was on the payroll for those two weeks. I got my payslips and everything, though I had to pay VAT and NI. Mum said if they’d got me to fill out a form saying I was still a student (which I was, this was over Easter) then I’d have only had to pay NI. That was a bit annoying. But getting a job, myself? Never done it. I tried applying for one at a pet shop near where mum works. It was a Sunday job and they didn’t actually sell animals, just things to go with them. It was a perfect fit and I could get the tube there no problem. I went in, got the form. Only trouble was I didn’t know that the day I went in to get it was the day it had to be handed back in by. So I lost out there. Shame. Might’ve got a staff discount on bird food (We feed the birds in out garden. We got a chaffinch recently and had a jay visit over winter. He came back in spring with a mate and we caught him a week or two ago nicking hazelnuts). But it wasn’t to be.
I trailed off back to registration. It was just Jason and me there. Then my teacher left and it was just us. He asked how it went. I told him that it was unlikely I’d get into uni and that I guessed it was kind of a good thing really. He asked why and I said because I’m kind of scared. I’d have to live there. I’ve never even moved house, ever. There’d be all these people I didn’t know and I wasn’t sure how it’d go. Then we started chatting and I somehow (I don’t exactly know how) Got onto the subject of me sticking a post-it note onto the window to stop birds flying into it, which he found funny and told me about his incident with a kamikaze crow that zipped in and out through the driver and passenger windows when his dad and he were driving somewhere (they were open of course) and then of a duck that got caught on a speed camera in Germany . I felt a bit better.
But on the bus home my mind wandered back to it’s previous thoughts.
Just before I got home I remembered I had to pick up some bottled water and while I was there got a little box of chocolates and some apple pies. They’ve changed the arrangement of the shelves.
I got home and snacked a little, saving plenty for mum, should she want any later, and felt better. Then I started thinking, is it really so bad? I looked in the prospectus and worked out that I didn’t need much to get into the bottom choice and I could get into the top choice, with a bit of luck. I felt happier and then thought of the good points.
I figured that there are good points to every situation, sometimes they’re just harder to see.

Saturday we saw the fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer. Loved it. Came to the horrid realisation that including that Saturday there were only three episodes of Doctor Who left. NOOOOOOO!!!! What am I going to watch on Saturdays (and Fridays) and spend the week eagerly awaiting the next episode? What could possibly fill the void once my twice weekly fix of sci-fi is gone? Big Brother? Ha! Not bloody likely. What’s all the hype about it anyway? I already complained about it last time and frankly I just can’t be bothered to moan about how crap it is.

Oh, in further news I stubbed my little toe on a wooden beam kind of thing that dad, for some reason, left in the kitchen when he was fixing it (ages ago now). It was my little toe and I just cut my toenails last night (I have rather weird shaped toes, don’t know why, just do) and it really hurt, killed most of the nail (it’s a very very small amount of nail, because of the weird way my toes are) and it still hurts now. Very uncomfortable.

Well, I think that’s all.

Bluebiird out.