Saturday, 25 July 2009

The waiting game...

So many things that I'm waiting for.

This seems to be an unusual twist in my blog that was once a weary rant depicting my individuality In this modern society.. But I'm talking as though I've had this blog for a few months now, when I've had it for 3 days. Just thought I'd let 'you' know that i might lighten up on the anger that I'd been venting.. I'll probably do more when my mood changes, damn 'growing pains'.

Well back to the point, Brighton. The key and most anxious wait of my life... I'm leaving home; leaving everything and everyone that I've known.. Save the two people that probably don't know how glad that I am that they're accompanying me, I mean I'd be lost without them it's true.. Other than Brighton there are a lot of other waits i guess. My GCSE results, which don't seem to be too gloomy i mean, how bad could they possibly be? The thing i hate most about that, 'Oh Kris why are you worrying, you're gonna do fine' STOP! It's like the only people who can complain about being anxious about their results are the not-so-bright ones, not that I'm being cocky or ignorant which you'll probably now judge me on but i couldn't really care. The one that gets to me is when I sometimes remark 'Oh i hope i get an A/A*' And then someone will be complaining to me that they're hoping for a C.. WORK HARDER! It's really not that hard to stick you're head into a book or just listen once in a while in the class, don't blame it on me if you're underachieving and DON'T blame it on how you're just not smart or you're teacher doesn't teach you properly, you think that I just gained smart, you think i didn't do all my work so that I could aim to get this grade, don't think that i walked into that test and my pen magically wrote the answer. I know it because i listen! Yes, i think that i was a tad gifted with the 'common sense' gene, which I've discovered isn't that common. Just go home. Read a book. Get a life.

Oh, another wait.. My 'summer job' that oh so conveniently placed me as a volunteer. Not that i don't get paid or anything i mean £15 a day is money right? wrong. This job is not something i am looking forward to. Sure, the children are fun to work with and it's not much hard work but when i see half of the staff team NOT pulling their own weight and leaving the majority to the volunteers when they get paid a SHITload more than what i get, now that just annoys me in all senses of the word. I'm not just saying this as like an opinion, last year, they did little or no work whatsoever, they are rude to the kids; they don't help set up or take down equipment and then think that i should put up with it? Well it probably makes me a coward that i don't say anything, but I'm normally a reserved, friendly guy. Kris, the pushover; the scapegoat; the workload. It all helps me, i get a grasp of you're character, and you are more or less an utter, c.

Well i guess that i got all of those impending events off of my chest.. And to be honest, i can't wait for something exciting to happen, other than what i already have. /Publish.

2 comments:

  1. Going to Brighton must be big, independence right? ;).

    We've never been close mates, but I'm sure as hell gonna miss you buddy ;)

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  2. Thanks Adam (: great to know you care ;D
    I will miss you muchly dude
    Knowing you was a privelege, Keep in touch wont you :)

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