Blog post thing.

Just to quickly prove to myself that this time I'm actually going to stick with something I claimed to be doing, I'm serving up the first slice of meaningless drivel - without proper spell checking or anything. I'm living dangerously, baby.

So Friday I had an Editorial Writing exam, which is basically where the exam board sends you two packs on two random topics they've chosen (I'm assuming the "random article" button on Wikipedia is involved somewhere in their decision making process) and then ask you to write a 1000-word piece on it, which can be in pretty much any style. It's basically their way of fucking with you - you can be asked to write anything about anything - so properly researching the two packs is very important preparation.

But being naturally lazy, I didn't do that. Instead it was more a case of picking up the packs two days late, quickly deciding which one to do (a choice between Senior Fitness or Twin Peaks, a cult television show from the 90s, didn't seem like a tough call at the time) and then just highlighting the fuck out of thirty pages of words. So, there was me tottering into the exam hall with a thick wedge of luminous pink paper thinking "A-ha, I'm well prepared for this", just before the questions bitch-slap me into reality and I spend two and a half hours trying to remember what Radio 2 is like so I can write a script for it.

I couldn't help but think "Maybe I should have done the other one" all the way through, which just made me realise how lazy I was. It wasn't "Maybe I should prepare both", no. Either way my choice had to include some sort of apathy towards something. I suppose I should have tried to look at both, but even though they were so different I'd have still gotten them confused. All through the exam I'd have had this image in my head of an old woman doing star jumps while her Twin Peaks bounced lazily up and down like sad melons in plastic bags. No thanks.

Still, the weekend following it was good, spent Saturday celebrating my girlfriend's 19th and Sunday dorking it up on the 360 while she stole my room to revise, with the occasional break to clean up puppy piss. Wouldn't have minded it so much if he didn't look so proud of himself when he saw me cleaning it up, almost as if he was gloating. Or maybe he was just expecting me to feed him cheese. Either way he decided it was a good idea to galavant off with all the kitchen roll and trail it around the house before leaving a shapely turd on the doormat. Aren't puppies adorable?

So yeah, that was the last three days of my relatively uneventful life. Hopefully it'll get more interesting as I keep writing this - or I'll at least be able to throw in enough cock gags to make it semi-enjoyable. In the mean time, try not to hurl too much abuse. I'm new to this stuff and still figuring out the kinks.

Oh yeah, uploading the Halo Wars review tonight when I get back from work, so that'll be up in...er...some hours.