The Dealio

When I get back to NZ (only 12 days away!!) I have to go into school and take a little maths test, to get one numeracy credit so I have UE. Once the test has been marked (and I've PASSED, hopefully) and the score is on my ROA, I have to phone the University and tell them my NSN, Uni ID no., and my name, and get them to submit my application.
My mum called Mr Smythe and she said he sounded really blase about the whole thing, which makes me quite angry, because it is a big deal, even if it is fixable. What if I have to change courses because the ones I want are full up?? This could have changed my whole study plan.
Anyway, so long as that's done before the 25th Feb, it should be sweet. Before the 20th is actually great, because the 20th is when I more. Classes start on the 28th.

Well. It's not a glitch. But it's not my fault either.

The problem (big surprise) lies with my maths records.

Even though the NZQA website says that I have 15 numeracy credits at Level 1, Vic U and NZQA both say that I have 13, due to two credits being discounted, as they weren't needed. So I have three options:

1. Go to FAHS and take a test to make up the ONE credit that I'm missing (not likely, since I'm in the UK...),
   
2. Take a test through correspondence
3. Or call Vic U and see if there's a bridge course that I can take.

I HATE maths.
So now that I know why, I can get to fixing it. I did not work this hard for nothing (and my mum's money isn't going down the drain either).

Vic U declined my admission.

It's got to be a mistake, right?
I got Uni entrance, 120 plus points, I passed all my externals, I have over 80 credits from levels one, two and three, I got Level one and two with Merit, and I have my literacy and numeracy credits, so... what's the problem?!
Maybe it's a technical glitch, like last time.

Pleasepleaseplease let it be a glitch.

St Ives

Seriously, such a beautiful place. I would legitimately live there. It's by the ocean. It has tonnes of art galleries, nice places to eat, a proper supermarket- even chain clothes stores like Fat Face (yes, there is an actual store here called Fat Face). The good thing about Cornwall is that everything is quite close. There are towns only a couple of miles away in every direction, and the main city, Truro, isn't that far away.

Anyway. Papa dropped me off at the Tate Modern Art Gallery at 1pm. It's a big flash building right by the beach. They had a huge exhibition there for some guy whose name I can't remember. If I'm honest, I didn't like his art that much. I had lunch (garlic chiabatta bread with parmesan and a glass of Pepsi) and walked up the road to the main street.

I walked up and down these tiny road, stopping in almost every store (about half were art galleries). Eventually I came to this gallery near the water- I went in a loop- where you're able to watch the artists painting, buy their work and just browse. I met this guy called Donald McLeod. After looking at his stuff I bought some postcards and we had a chat.

One of his paintings was just incredible. It was a massive framed piece of artwork called Old Cornish Harbour Evening Glow. I wont post a picture because nothing that I can find does in justice. The price of the original artwork was around £1,650 ($3300)- and well worth it, I say.

This may sound weird, but as I was examining the original piece I felt this welling up of emotion in my chest & throat, and it was like I was about to cry... so I left the room and went to look at some simpler, lesser paintings to calm myself down.

After our chat I left and walked around some more, took some photos etc. I found a brilliant little Oxfam bookshop where I bought a used Spanish dictionary for £4.

I called Papa at around 4, because I had nothing else to do.

And that was my day :)

I Just Almost Died D:

I got an e-mail from Vic saying they hadn't recieved my documentation (birth certificate, passport etc) and that it was due TODAY, and then when I checked my offer of study they said I hadn't even APPLIED YET.
So Mum rang them and they said it was all a technical error and that they were just waiting for my NCEA results. And I was relieved.

And then I freaked out again because what if I failed everything??

This Post Is Even More Useless Than The Last Three

One day I'll just stop writing blog posts altogether and no one will notice, because no one cares.

When I'm gone and at Uni you wont have any idea what's going on because you'll all be together at school, without me. Having fun. Sometimes I wish I were a Year 12.

It's no use directing blog comments at people because they're never here to read them. I miss how it used to be.

Rachel, Josie, Alex, Chrissy, Rebecca, Isaac, Rachel T, Tabitha, Keryn, Me... a nice blog community.

This is my 4th blog post of the day but I don't care.

This probably lessens the liklihood of anyone reading the last three because you can't handle all the words and intenseness that is and that always has been my blog.

Even though most of what I say is rubbish.

You still love me.

I love you,
you love me,
we're a happy family or something like that.

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lolol did that confuse you? It's just filler text. Now this post looks much longer and I'm going to go watch Doctor Who now and then hopefully go to bed and sleep for three weeks.

AND YET ANOTHER

Three posts in one hour? I'm not sure if it's unheard of, but I certainly haven't done this for a while. I was just reminicing and going through my posts from like January to March of last year, thinking about how pathetic and stupid I was and about all the mistakes that I made. I used to post so much, and so did everyone else. I used to blog about pseudo intellectual shit, and my family, and school, and my angst.
All that old crap about a group dictatorship, me being excited about a caravaning holiday that ended up sucking, saying things like "oh i feel so much but i can't tell you because i have to hold myself back in case you judge me". Jesus Christ. Pathetic.
I don't know who still reads this blog. I don't know if anyone still cares. And I don't care about whether you read what I'm about to type, and release into the big world wide web.

• First of all, I missed an opportunity and I'm pretty fucking mad about that. I am like the Queen of Missed Opportunities. I could have a castle on an island where all I do is avoid potentially good situations in a subconcious effort to make myself unhappy. Most of what I've missed has to do with BOYS. I didn't tell one person how I really felt, and I confessed to another and completely avoided any subsequent consequenses. Because of this I've had a couple of years in which I've felt very conflicted and emotional, and I'm still unsure as to how those two people are feeling.
• I want to come home to New Zealand. I don't know why I let Mum book my flight home for Feb 4th, only two weeks before I leave for Wellington. I've been here for too long already and I feel like I need to home, where my people and my things are. England is great- it's beautiful, not too chilly anymore, cheap (mostly) and is the home of people who I haven't seen in a long time- but I'm a Kiwi at heart and I need to back on my homeland. Everything feels so far away right now.

That's actually all for tonight. Those are my main isses right now.
I think that this is becoming my blog again. Well and truly.

Jan 8th 2010

I simply cannot go back home fatter than I was when I left.

Christmas really was not kind to me. Honestly. I've put on a couple kg, at least. And then today I had the biggest lunch. We went to Cafe Rouge, a French restaurant in Plymouth, and I had half a chicken (NOT EVEN KIDDING) covered in herbs and garlic, with a bowl of French fries. It was bloody good, but god I feel bloated right now.

I haven't felt this bad since like last January. I spent all last year trying to lose a little weight, and actually did so, which was weird since I didn't do much... and now it's back on again.

So, during the next three weeks I will make an effort to exercise and eat less junk & stuff, and come back to NZ with a body like a supermodel. Lolkidding, but still.

Early Morning Blogging

we're just ordinary people
and we don't know which way to go

So I've been watching Doctor Who a lot. I started at the 2005 season with Christopher Eccleston as The Doctor, and now I'm just beginning season 3 with David Tennant. It's basically the reason why I've been going to bed at ridiculous times and getting up way too late. I have less than a month here now and I should be trying to make the most of it, instead of staying in the house all day. Tomorrow we're going to a panto in Plymouth, and we have to leave at quarter to nine. We're going on a train. I really really hope that I'm not too tired this time, like I was for the one that everyone went to before Christmas. I was left in the house feeling sorry for myself because I'd slept in.
Anyway. Not quite sure what the point of this post was and it's twenty to three in the morning so I think I'll go now.

x

Resolution.

(Thought I should make one of these. I've already posted today but I saw Isaac's and I was like "why didn't I do that?")

I didn't make any resolutions for this year. I never keep mine, because I'm so useless at doing things that in the long run will make me happy. Usually I'm focussed with how my actions will effect me immediately.
For instance, if I'm feeling particularly hungry I'll eat way too much food- and usually the wrong kind- because in that moment it makes me feel better, when I should be thinking about how crap I'll be feeling later.

So I think that's my resolution: to think about the long term consequenses. It's a pretty broad kind of thing, but that's good. I'm entering a new phase of my life this year and some change will do me good.

Random Music Post:

England Playlist-

• Fuck You: Cee-Lo Green
• Delicate: Damien Rice (asgsfdasfgd I love this song!)
• To The End: Blur
• Not Alone: Darren Criss (and this one!!!!)
  
• Baby, It's Cold Outside: Darren Criss & Chris Colfer (Glee)
• I'm Not The One: The Black Keys
• Almost Lover: A Fine Frenzy
• Little Lion Man: Mumford & Sons (aaaaand this one!!)
  
• The Cave: Mumford & Sons
• King of Spain: Moxy Fruvous (lololol)
• Panic: The Smiths
• O Children: Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds (and this one! :'( )
• I See The Light: Mandy Moore and Zachary Levi, Tangled soundtrack (don't hate- I love this movie :D and OMFG Zachary's voice o: )
  

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