First of all I would like to start off by saying that my last post was an angry rant that was written on the spare of the moment when I was in a particularly bad mood and since calming down I have considered deleting it numerous times. But over the last couple of days a few people have mentioned it so I decided to keep it and just write a follow up post that is written under completely opposing emotions.

So the day that I have been waiting for all summer is finally here; A level results day. Woke up this morning just before 7 to look to see my exam results on the Strode’s website, expecting that this would get updated before the UCAS website but found nothing but a blank page when I got there. So while I’m waiting for the Strode’s website to get updated I thought I would log onto UCAS just to check where I am greeted by the following message:

Pure joy occurred following this, despite my mum being incredibly patronizing, and I had a wide smile over my face. At this point I was really wondering what grades I must have got in my exams, after all UEA wanted an A in Computing and a B in Environmental Science to let me on the course. So there I was waiting for the Strode’s website to get updated so I could see the grades which I thought must have exceeded my expectations.

Well I was wrong, I did worse then I had predicted. My grade breakdown is as follows:

Computing A2 – B
Environmental Science A2 – D
Government & Politics AS– C
Java – Pass

This is combined with the A levels I already have from previous years:

Graphics with Material Technology A2 – C
Business Studies A2 – D
2D Art AS – E

So it seems despite falling short of my target grades by more then the odd grade, I have still been allotted a place at my first choice University. For a few minutes, (mostly thanks to my mum’s input) I panicked and thought that UCAS must have got it all wrong and that I hadn’t actually got into UEA but it has actually happened.

So now I have a month until I start at UEA which will most likely fly by, partly due to the fact that I’m going to be wishing Bon Voyage to a few of my good friends over the next couple of weeks, and also that I am going to be at Reading Festival next week. If there was enough goings on there (which I’m sure there will be) and that it doesn’t take me to many days to recover, I’ll do a blog post about it.

After I last wrote a post the benefits of writing on this blog has returned to me. I come here to rant about stuff and then I seem to be a happier person IRL. The last couple of weeks have been good, I actually bother talking to some of first years at college now rather then just sitting there wishing they were the people from my year and I’ve been putting more effort in academically. On that note I was very happy this week to get my first exam results back ever that did not show an E grade; Computing – 2 A’s, Environmental Science – B and Government and Politics – A.

Since last time I wrote I have set up a twitter account and as my friend Josh pointed out it’s weird how on Facebook I can have no desire to update my status yet on Twitter I am fine with doing it at every opportunity. Any twitterers out there can follow me here.

As much as I like coming on here and just writing posts of my rants I do feel there should be more to my blog then there currently is at times and I am struggling with where to go from here. I already have friends whos blogs review, offer technical support/reviews TV shows, show art & craft, list funny quotations and criticize everything, where is my place in the blogosphere? Is my place purely to write grouchy posts about the comings and goings of my life? I guess if it wasn’t I wouldn’t be The Rambling Grumpy Adolescent.

So what has changed over time since I last wrote a blog post? Well me and Laura split up, not in the greatest of ways I hasten to add. If I know you off-internetz, you’ll likely know the, so out of order it’s funny, circumstances of this. Good riddance to her tbh.

I’m still at Strode’s, now in my 3rd year, and it sucks. Don’t get me wrong I love Strode’s, and the last 2 years there were amazing, especially compared to what it was like at school, but now I’m in my 3rd year it’s horrible. All the things that made Strode’s great in my first 2 years have now up and left for Uni. Where previously I loved my free periods because I got to spend time with my friends and now treat them with disdain as they normally involve sitting around somewhere for an hour or two either socializing with Maxwell or no one at all. That is one good aspect to come out of this I suppose, I’ve become closer with Maxwell again. Ever since I came back to college I have felt, with lack of a less pathetic word, lonely. I still get to hang out with friends outside of college, but there is something disconcerting about being somewhere you use to pass groups of friends down every corridor and now I can frequently go a week without speaking to more then 6 or 7 people there. Despite these feelings of “loneliness” I can’t bring myself to talk to anyone new at college, so I continue to walk around in my antisocial bubble looking grumpy.

With little of my free periods being spent socializing I am getting more work done and reading more books, which I suppose is good – would rather the socializing though. Another thing to change this year is that I’m now taking a Government & Politics AS, bringing the total amount of subjects I’ve studied at Strode’s up to 8. I’m really glad that I took up this course and regret not taking it up earlier. It has made me much more informed and opinionated on matters related to politics, to the annoyance of some people. It’s also strange how previously I saw Dr Jepson as mad man and that now I see him as a very respectable, yet a tad eccentric, man.

Right I feel my writing has now lost its momentum so seems like a good place to wrap up. I realize this was a pretty dull post but maybe I’ll be able to get back into the swing of things and write some good posts soon.

I haven’t been in to the whole blogging thing as much lately which has lead to some rather naff posts as of late. I am hoping I can redeem myself and bring this blog up to manic depressive-humorous standards. Right now is the part I commence with talking about the occurrences in the life of Clarky…

Exams are over, huzzah! Coursework commences, balls! I am already lagging behind on my coursework and I have only had most of it a week, I feel so proud. The computing coursework is rather interesting, the business coursework is rather not. My 18th came and went marvelously, seems ages ago now. Went out and got rather drunk to commemorate the event, was coping rather well till Max made me down a double shot of absinthe. I remember shortly after drinking that going down Staines High Street head-banging to Creeping Death by Metallica. Good times were had by all.

Oh yer btw, WTF has happened to you guys. Today was the first time I have had break with you lot in ages and the group seems to have disbanded in my absence. Matt and Sara are MIA, (although I got an explanation for that from her blog) Ben is randomly running up Egham High Street joining in attacks on me from Tom Rush and Maxwell hangs around with the “Wankers”. (admittedly he wasn’t today) It’s all gone to pot, get it sorted people.

Now on to some more shocking news that is going to probably surprise some of my more devoted readers, this will probably even come as a shock to any random unknowns that have read my previous posts. Despite all my Rambling about her, I am back together with Laura. To be honest it seems shocking to me as well and I am the one that is going out with her. I know some of you are going to be against it and that is what makes you awesome friends because I know you are only looking out for me, I am however going to go ahead with this and see what happens.

This coming Wednesday, the 16th of January is my birthday, not just my birthday but my 18th birthday. This means that I will now be able to drink legally whenever and I will be able to vote in the election that Gordon Brown is going to have to face at some point in the near future.

I am well aware that this has shaped up to be a rather boring post and I have just told you about a load of shit you already knew and didn’t care about. I just wanted to post something before I get out of the habit of writing for it. Hopefully after my birthday I will have some stories to share.

In my younger years Christmas would have started off at my house with my mum and at some point mid morning would have migrated over to my grandparents house for Christmas dinner, catching up with my great-uncle & great-aunties and general festive merriment. Now it is 2007, My Grandfather and one of my great-aunties passed on many years ago, then just a few months ago my remaining great-auntie and great-uncle have also passed away, my Nan is still with us though thankfully, in the physical sense anyway but is currently incarcerated in a building that seems to have been created by the same architect that came up with the hotel in the shinning. (I’ll get back to that later) So this Christmas around the dinner table will sit; me and my mother. You have no idea how pathetic it seems when it comes to cracker pulling.

Today after being released from Strodes till I am forced to return on the 6th of January, a few things happened. First thing to happen was I vowed to have my revenge upon David-Fucking-Ginger-Fucktard-Faulkner, he informed my business teacher that we had to attend her lesson even though she thought the college day finished before her lesson began, then he fucks off home why we go to business. After this a few of my friends and I went to relax and de-stress in the best way there is… with beer. Then after this we went had a meal and I had many laughs and a bloody good day, despite Maxwell being a right annoying and rude prick at times. (I am truly amazed it has taken this long for me to complain about him in some way in my blog)

Then I had to leave my friends as today my Nan got moved from hospital and into a new nursing home, so me and my Mum went to visit her and see how she was settling in. This place is without a doubt the most scariest place I have been in my life. It is the perfect seen for a horror film. It’s bleak and dark inside, it made me think of a hospital that could have been last used in the 1930′s, and I suppose considering the buildings current use it well could of been an old hospital. The corridors in this building seem to stretch out forever without an end ever coming into site and as you walk down these endless corridors you are greeted with a variety of moans and groans as you pass various doors. At one stage on our expedition through the corridors of the Nursing Home we passed a kitchen and I looked through the door and there is a chef standing there staring at me with a huge-fuck-off knife in his hands. This did not help with me finding this place bloody terrifying. What also didn’t help that in half of the rooms patients seemed to be strapped to the bed and in every room there are contraptions (which I can only assume are as close to chains as NHS inspectors allow) hanging from the ceiling. I later found out these contraptions are because the nurses aren’t allowed to lift patients out of bed as it is against health and safety. Lazy Fucks.

Well since my last post I have been moved into my new business class which now replaces my lunch break. The initial anger has subsided but I must say that fact that I don’t get to spend my breaks with my incredibly awesome mates any more does suck rather large balls. The time that was previously reserved for them is now spent with the foul creature know as Sue Haynes and some of the scum of the Strodes’ Society.

I appear to have got over this though and jubilant times have ensued. I even believe myself to be over Laura, yes about fucking time I know, but I have moved on although it would seem not for the better. My friend Iffi thought he would be helpful and set me up with one of his mates. Jolly nice of him I thought, then I find out this friend is a weirdo and a moron to boot. She genuinely thinks that people with green eyes can’t see dogs and that I have green eyes and the only reason I can describe what a dog looks like is because I have seen them in pictures. Anyway I am not really enjoying her company to be quite honest yet she seems ever so slightly infatuated with me.

Unfortunately this isn’t the only girl trouble I am currently experiencing. I met up with an old friend of mine at a party on Saturday (I truly awesome party may I add) and all was going well till she wouldn’t stop telling me she loved me which wierded me out a bit. Then upon our journey home in the middle of Chertsey at 1 o’clock in the morning she tried to remove my shirt while saying “Clarky, I want to fuck you” Now many people may be thrilled to here this but I am not like most people. This just kind of freaked me out coming from an old friend. I defused the situation then went to get a lift post haste.

The reason that I am in such a good mood lately can be blamed upon one thing and one thing only, my friends. I have always known how much my friends mean to me but in recent weeks I have realised that I mean more to them then I previously thought. I am not saying I didn’t think they truly liked me or cared for me but I have come to realise that I am loved and missed when I am not around. I was away from college for one day and when I came back I had people asking me where I had been for ages and asking why they haven’t seen me around in a while. Now this made me feel very loved and I am ever so grateful for the awesome friends I have both new and old. This has for some reason increased my drive, energy levels and confidence. All good in my book and I am using them at every opportunity.

So to sum up;

Girls are still confusing,

College is still stressful,

Mum’s still a pain,

Life isn’t a bitch though,

Because I have some fucking awesome friends to live it with.

College is stressful,

Mum’s a pain,

Life’s a bitch.

I am condensing the the moaning, depressive side of my blog today. But just incase you are into that side of me I will explain my screen name. The teacher that has been giving my Mother status updates on what I am doing/ should be doing walked into my business class today to address the class; “I have some good news and some bad news. Firstly I am taking over teaching your business class, but I will have to move the class to a different timetable slot and 2 of you will have to change class.”

I am still awaiting this good news she speaks off.

Now the reason for the more upbeat blog today is that I have come to realise that I enjoyed reading my first blog post personally, I felt that it was a good thing that I was starting with this blog. Now I read some of my more recent blog posts back and cringe. It has also come to my attention that my blog is attracting more readers. Ok there is only 4 confirmed readers but that is 400% more then I knew about yesterday so can’t knock it.

This combined with the stress my graphics project is putting me under is making me hate college all together. I would probably drop out from the stress it is causing me but college is my one link to a social life and without completing college I feel my life is truly going nowhere. The stress is confined to college either I come home and have to hear more of the same from my mum who today got past the point of asking “Am I ok?” and went back to her normal standards of screaming “What the hell is wrong with you?!?” If it wasn’t for the fact I have a hundred quid to my name and nowhere to go I would be moving out.

To top it all off on Thursday night Laura my ex that is becoming quite a major feature of this blog started talking to me again. Despite my hints of it probably not being the best idea for us to talk as I am trying to get over her, she is persistent. She is making my head hurt, she spends half her time talking about our previous dates and why we get on so well and the other half talking about the guy that we broke up over. Mixed messages much. I just had a bit of an argument with her as she suggested that I don’t care for her enough to bother attending a funeral, unfortunately during my anger at this comment and the proceeding rant I may have accidentally let slip that I still have feelings for her. Time will tell how things shape up in this respect. I don’t even know what outcome I would consider best.

After a day of repressing my violent side, how I would of loved to come home and unwind by committing mass-murder (all in a computer game environment of course) I had the joy of Parent’s Evening to go at college instead. It was pretty much the usual talk mostly; “Michael is doing ok but needs to put more effort in”, “Michael is a good student he just needs to get more involved in class”…

Today however was different, 3 out of my 4 tutors told my mum they think I am unhappy. Now I admit even at the best of times I am not a little ray of sunshine, but I don’t think I have appeared any more “down” recently then I have for years, in fact I would say the exact opposite. So anyway now I have my mum asking me constantly what’s the matter with me. Bloody marvelous isn’t it that she only starts to worry about it after several of my teachers have made it apparent to her.

Anyway I am going to stop writing now and go blow some shit up (again in a video game environment of course)