Resolution: Chapter Three - The Performance

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I always think these Resolution series titles sound extremely sinister. Like I'm going to unveil some amazing, never-heard-before philosophical question that's going to blow all your minds. It's a bit anti-climactic really, isn't it?

Anyway, last Tuesday (24th March) it was my drama exam. As you know, this series is all about putting myself out there, doing things I wouldn't normally do etc. But, the thing is, it isn't just the Drama exam that's part of the resolution, it's taking the class in the first place.

If I was still like I was with my 'mental health issues', (I hate when people call them issues, it's like they're telling you that there's a magical switch inside your head that you just have to find and flick, and everything will be solved. Horseshit.) I wouldn't have even considered taking  a subject in which I have to stand up in front of other people on a weekly basis and make myself look like a tit. Seriously, I bet you're thinking 'why did you take it if you're not good at it?'. It's not that I'm not good at it, it's that we were doing a play about a child Neo-Nazi, so you'd understand why we looked just a tiny bit weird. I wish I'd taken photographs to show you, but it turns out that my teacher will soon be uploading the video to the internet. Which is great. I'm not going to tell you how to find it. (Here's a lovely example of the weirdness. I wouldn't even worry about this, this is pre-watershed stuff. You should've seen the rest of it. Actually, no, you shouldn't.)

I also suppose it doesn't help that, 10 minutes before we went on-stage, out teacher told us, basically, that 3 out of the 6 people in our group were shit - one of them being me. Great teaching method, there. What a way to instill confidence in your pupils. Claps for you. Well done. But, overall, we were quite proud with our performance, even if the eyeliner we used on our arms as part of our costume has possibly marked my skin for life. Why did I tell you that, that wasn't an interesting anecdote at all.

So, long story short, performance went well, my drama teacher is a dick and I don't regret taking the subject at all... even though I might be dropping it next year... but, hey! I mean, I loved taking drama, it was fun and all, but I don't see me needing it to get into university. And I'm not backing down from my resolution - I'm going to university! That's definitely something I wouldn't even have dreamed of considering even a year ago. Even if I'm going to be in life-shattering debt for the rest of my life. Woo! Yeah! Three cheers for bankruptcy!

R.

                                          (I'm sure they'll appreciate this immensely)

Stress is the Best but Bullshitting is Better

So it's exam time soon, and the amount of stress I'm under is inconceivable. Revision, coursework, homework, rehearsals, books to read, e-mails to write, open days to book. I've got to say, I'm pretty much loving my life right now. (If you get the picture reference, I'll be your friend forever).

I've actually made a list of all the things that I've got to do and are stressing me out at the moment and it's pretty extensive. I've always liked making lists. For some reason it really helps to calm me down if I've got everything written down in black-and-white in front of me. Then I can cross things off once they're done, it makes me feel good when everything's all scribbled out, I suppose. God, how sad does that make me sound? That the only thing I get of on in my ridiculously boring life is the fact that, sometimes, some day, every now-and-again, I get to scribble meaningless sentences out on a bit of paper that say something to the effect of  'put on a dark wash' or 'do sociology homework'. In fact, now I think about it, I don't suppose the lists make anything any better at all. And I don't suppose it helps that, in most of my lessons, stuff like this ends up happening:


I suppose I just demonstrated something I mentioned demonstrating in my last posts - my ability to bullshit. Bullshit Bitch, that' what I'd be called. I'd have the ability to fight crime by spewing so much bullshit out of my trap that no criminal would ever dare come close to me because I'd make them want to shoot themselves in the face. Then I'd have nothing to worry about. My ability to bullshit would become so advanced I'd be able to bullshit my way out of anything - no homework, revision or coursework ever again!

They'd have to lock me up in solitary confinement because I would've polluted the minds of every politician in the country. David Cameron would have nothing on me. I'd beat his little posh-boy ass into the Isle of Man when he went up against me in the debates.
Wow, that took a turn. I suppose I should go now. Yeah. That sounds like the best thing for all of us.

R.
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It's Been a While

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So, what's happened in the last month? I was spat on buy a fat actor who had his arse hanging out at my Drama teacher's play, I've statrted revising for my exams which is, inevitably, going to be the death of me and... what else... oh yeah, that FUCKING DRESS.

Listen, I know it's been proven that it was actually black and blue, but I saw white and gold, goddammit! Even after I was told, I physically couldn't see any black on the stupid thing! Who would buy that ugly-ass dress in the first place? Especially for a wedding? What is this, the 90's?

What else has happened? It's like 8 weeks till my A-Level exams start. And it's not like we get stressed out as soon as the thought crosses our minds already, but, to make matters worse, the first thing that greets you when you log into my college site is a MASSIVE FUCKING LIVE COUNTDOWN:

I started working again (no comment, you've got to be careful about what you put on here...). Speaking about that, in my last post I spoke about clingy couples. Turns out one of said couples saw it through my Instagram and kind-of confronted me about it. I had nothing to say really, I stood my ground. Well, not really, I edited the post, but it still rings out the same message. 

Looking back on it now, it's quite sad how boring my life is. Literally, nothing has happened in the last month. It explains my absence from my blog, I suppose, if I've got nothing to write about, I can't write about anything. Well, that doesn't seem to be stopping me from writing this bullshit. I've discovered, since starting college, that bullshitting is an acquired skill of mine. I've earned several A's and B's using this magical skill so far.

Maybe I'll write a post about this, so I'll be able to pass on these skills to you. All 3 of you.

Thanks for reading the bullshit,

R.

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