21st August, 2008 (9:44 am)
The Day With the First Awesome Fail of my Life (7)
I got a D! Woohoo!
I’ve never had anything less than a C in my life before, but considering I taught myself Hiragana and Katakana a week before my exam, I actually think that pretty much rocks.
I’m going to ignore the fact that the exams broke the mould this year and were incredibly hard - enough that even the scary monosyllabic teenagers struggled - and that the overall grade threshold very probably slipped this year. Ssssh. Let’s not think of that.
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20th August, 2008 (9:31 pm)
The Day Before the Result (3)
Come 6am tomorrow I’ll be put out of my misery. Pending an omginternetz fuck up - which I am kind of anticipating, actually - my GCSE Japanese result will be published in all its glory on the Edexcel website.
I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again: I’m really not doing one of those irritating fake psych-outs. I really did suck ass. That said, it’ll be good to get that E or F officially in order to then consider my options (or lack thereof!) from here on in.
I’d end on saying wish me luck, but I think we both know that luck has very little to do with this now. So I’ll settle for a wish me not to fail. How have your results gone this year? C’mon - crow to me - you know you want to. :p
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24th May, 2008 (11:31 pm)
The Day Where A Lot Can Happen (7)
A lot can happen in a week.
The only way I can properly update you and not have my fingers fall off due to excessive typing is to default to bulletpoints. Yeah - lazy, isn’t it? But it’s that or completely forget to write this stuff down, so what you going to do about it, eh? NOTHING. That’s what.
- I should be out tonight. As I type this, I should be dancing inappropriately with a man I’m not married to and lining my guts with enough gin to ensure that my body rejects it, heaving and heavy, in the early hours of the morning. I’m doing neither of these things because S beat me to the vomiting; he puked all over his bed last night, following it up with rip-roaring diarrhoea that’s lasted forty-eight hours and counting. Awesome - not least because he was in my bed last night. So at midnight I was giving S an impromptu shower (much to his apparent annoyance) to slough off the vomit and M was changing the sheets and making a moonlight trip to the garage to put the bedding in the washing machine.
- My Japanese exam was shit. As many people do that “omg I suckz at my examz!11″ psyche-out and then pass (annoying, isn’t it?) I’ll save you the uncertainity by assuring you that no, I’m not exaggerating. It was shit - as was I - and I’m gonna fail. I’d care but let’s face it - I can’t do everything I do and expect to do all of it well. Some days I struggle to take a piss I’m so busy, and if some has to give I’d rather it be my silly language hobby, as much as I love it, than lose my job, my child or my mind.
- Work’s been bedlam. Like, crazy. I didn’t see my desk for nine consecutive days and that had nothing to do with leave - I was simply out of the office and in meetings all over the fucking country. I have next week off - see the next bullet - but it’s crap timing and if we haven’t have already booked our flights I would’ve cancelled my leave and try to make a dent in my To Do list I’m that busy. Everytime I think of what I have to do my stomach cramps up with guilt and concern.
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8th May, 2008 (9:16 pm)
The Bit About iKana (7)
I have eight days left - that’s eight days of panicking, sweating and cramming - until I sit my first two Japanese GCSE papers. WHY OH WHY did I not know that this program existed before today?! ARRRGH!
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9th March, 2008 (5:15 pm)
The Day With The Brief Update (6)
I know. I’m rubbish.
I’m wandering around lost in an inspiration desert at present, affecting both my fictional and non-fictional writing, and I’ve been seriously ill again with my stomach and bits, which - a year on from my first surgery - is too depressing to contemplate in any great detail. I’ll post a brief update eventually, I promise - and hopefully before my return to my consultant in a few week’s time. I’m just so sick of him hinting at a hysterectomy - I’m only thirty-fucking-one. Fuck off. Leave me be - so until I can think about it without snarling and spitting and getting pissed off, it’ll be useless trying to commit it here.
Otherwise, all is okay in Vixxville - work, home, life, kids, man, friends. Japanese is still hideously hard and I’m going to fail my ass off. My writing’s stalled, but my Constant Readers - a handful of my nearest and dearest who have been carefully selected to read, review and reduce me to tears - have given better-than-I’d-anticipated feedback on the first five chapters, which surprised me in ways I can’t even tell you. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I still suck - A LOT - but apparently not as badly as I’d first feared. It’s all progress. And my sex scenes rocks. Heh. Awesome.
And I still love my little man with every fibre of my being. My Mother’s Day was so glorious, and he so stunningly gorgeous - “Mummy, you can watch Wrey’s Anataney AND play ‘Eetar Hero ALL DAY TODAY it’s MUTHER’S DAY!” - it was hard to fight the temptation to wrap him in flatbread and gobble him up.
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