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Sunday, December 19, 2004


as i said was expecting some snow. keyword here SOME. so it wasnt really there at all. goddamm. not really as if i could give a damm though. anyway i looked across my entries and thought who the hell would want to read this. its not like its exactly particularly interesting or anything. i was veering off my very very early promise as to own a blog wiht no details about myself or my life and just write my thoughts all the time. obviously i have not followed through on my promise and shall take a few seconds to beat myself over the head with a packet of satintape dental floss which is perculiarly lying in front of the monitor. who the heck flosses their teeth at the computer.
ive just realised that actually i should be doing some work. early spurts of inspiration to catch up on lost work and get to be an expert on JC1 work. then come back next year and bless teachers with good grades have diminished almost completely. in reality its all deteriorated into afternoons in bed and evenings in front of the television. there is homework am i not correct? but technically my home is in singapore and therefore i can leave it to later. and later and later. thats what they all say anyway. back to fucking cjc where teachers do not appreciate my work and deem it too far fetched and not following the format. well does creative writing require a format.
introduction.
authors view
yourview
body.
(enter your creative part here)
support.
evidence?
conclusion.
then they come and complain about how boring it is marking students scripts. maybe if you gave a little leeway in the department of creative writing then maybe we can give you something interesting to write about. i think its time to bring up my experiment i did this year. after planning out my essay, with exactly 5 points and 3 points on opposite sides of the argument i carefully wrote it out. after hours of work i handed it up. what i got back was a disspointing E. so by the next essay i has told myself ok im going to test these dimwits. im not going to plan im gonna place my arguments all over the place. so i handed up an essay within the hour on how we must "kill science before it kills off our race" and how with "too many scientific advancements we are preventing ourselfs from enjoying pancakes and maple syrup in the morning". few days later i got it back and what did i get? a fricking D. thats 5 marks higher. so from then on i told myself. ok fuck the planning. obviously its getting me no where.
and i fi fail my a levels miserably and get stuck in junior college purgatory then i guess i will just have to sell my body on ebay...
goodday.

James Barr at 2:58 PM

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