New Blood Festival at the Hoxton Square Bar & Kitchen – 24/01/2012

So last night I was very Scott Pilgrim. No I wasn’t fighting evil ex-boyfriends, sadly. Instead I found myself at what you could say was Indie (I mean, no one would have heard of the bands) rock gig thing. It was in some small venue somewhere in London, around Hoxton… wherever that is.

Anyway, there was some bands who played some music and there were some people (like me) who watched and listened. BEHOLD!

Fever Fever – This band opened the night. A band of three from Norwich, which I guess I could count as “from back home” … maybe? They’re basically Sleigh Bells in stereo. I say this as there are TWO girls on guitar screaming down the mic while the guy drums instead of the one (like in Sleigh Bells). I mean, they were okay and I could tolerate them. The guitar was pretty decent, with the girl with darker hair (who needs names these days?) probably being better as she was doing most the work while the blonde one did most the…. singing? I dunno, I mean there were times when it sounded like they could actually sing but then continued to yell. At least Sleigh Bells have some sort of variation. Now obviously they were playing live and after listening to the studio recorded song, it does song better. I mean, yeah, they’re something. Tolerable really. Would be nicer for a bit of variation hither and dither. Also, there were a lot of awkward interludes during the set which was rather off putting :S

Purson – Now I liked this band. A 4 piece band with a woman on lead guitar and vocals. Looking at them you’d expect something a bit more…. psychedelic what with the band mostly dressed in 60s “hippy” clothing, but not really. It’s a nice bit of rocky rock? It’s not exactly RAWK and then not something completely basic and bland (see Mumford & Sons and Ed Sheeran). The singer was amazing. She was insane on the guitar and her singing was incredible. It felt like she, pardon the cliché, owned the stage. It was weird every now and then as it seemed like she was trying to do some thing to make her eyes really wide every now and then, but that could just be mild paranoia. I could definitely see myself listening to them in the future. As I listen to some of their stuff again now the opening of Twos and Ones sounds SO much like an old band (for me anyway, so like maybe 70s) which I really can’t place.

Cold in Berlin - The last act of the evening. It’s a bit of a worry when you notice the sheer amount of 30 – 40 year old men with dyed black hair, big boots and piercings multiply. I quickly found out why. Now, they’re hard to categorise but it was another band of just the woman singer screaming down the mic, but this time it had added dancing like you’re dead inside! Woo! Also I got the feeling she secretly wished she was Emperor Palpatine from Star Wars with the amount of force lightening hand gestures she was doing. The band seemed almost as if they didn’t exist though as they had very little presence on the stage as they were overshadowed by the woman who seemed to be having a mental breakdown. Occasionally the guitarist in his odd cloth reaper (?) hood would walk up to a mic and then mumble something incoherent and then go back to his job of wishing he was Johnny Greenwood (from Radiohead, because let’s face it… we all wish we were). If you’ve seen Scott Pilgrim vs The World and seen the sort of stuff Scott does while playing the bass… it’s much to the same as the bassist here. Sometimes it’d seem like he was getting too into it and nearly fall across the stage. There was a lot of space on the stage for him to do this as the singer would occasionally decide to walk down into the standing area and then sing/jump/breakdown in the crowd. Although this was somewhat engaging it just made the rest of the band even less apparent as you were just turned away from them to make sure she didn’t stand on you. It’s a band which I could listen to if it was ON (and like, not rip out my ears) but it’s not exactly something I’d willingly listen to in my own time.

The night was alright, it was rather off putting when you realise that other than the 16 year-old girls (in their Addidas trainers) who left after the first act, probably past their bedtime, you were the youngest one there. It was mostly old, middle-aged, beer bellied men. Specifically 3 men who were stood in front of us the ENTIRE time. Then the other bunch of people seemed like either businessmen who had had a bit too much to drink and would probably wake up with Whiplash in their neck from all the head bobbing and then a bunch of rock scene 20 – 30 year-olds. Who need to accept the fact that they’re not 16 any more and dressing up like one is rather embarrassing.

So yeah, there are some bands who did some things.

2012 is THIS year?

As it’s the new year I thought I might as well do the ONE blog post that seems to be always constant (as I feel I ought to update it at least once a year so why not at the start?) being the new year thing! There will also be Christmas as well, I guess. So here goes!

I’ll start with Christmas, Christmas has come and gone already and it was an interesting one… and when I say interesting I mean exactly the same as every other one. As I’d already been home in Suffolk for a week I’d already gotten tired of being around my family, but that’s just natural. Anyway, Christmas day had “everyone” wake up at about 10:30am… I say “everyone” as my brother woke up at about lunch time, so we went straight to that. My grandparents weren’t here this time so it was smaller and… I guess LESS stressful than most years. We eventually opened some presents:

That’s a blurry photo of most the things I got for Christmas:

• Captain America on DVD
• X-men: First Class on DVD
• Assassin’s Creed Brotherhood on Xbox 360
• Deus Ex: Human Revolution on Xbox 360
• Batman: Arkham City on Xbox 360
• Disgaea DS… on DS
• Some Mittens
• An Ugly-ish Jumper
• Some PJ bottoms
• The Rogue (hardback) by Trudi Canavan
• Atomic Robo Vol 5
• Two boxes of Winegums
• A box of Lindor
• Some Mr Happy Bath stuff
• Some Ted Baker Bath stuff
• Some Mango and Lime Curd
• A chocolate Reindeer (santa)
• Some Chocolate animal biscuits (santa)
• Some Haribo Star gummies (santa)

The day after Xmas we went to My Grandparents house for the day, so that’s like 3 hours in the car either way…. fun. The day after I slept until 2:40pm….

Quick Gaming blar – Assassin’s Creed Brotherhood is TOO easy…. The combat you just use the hidden blade and kill EVERYTHING. It feels like I haven’t actually had to make an assassination for a while yet (like story-wise where they normally make it more difficult in a little area and you’ve got to sneak around instead of just normal jump off roof and kill) then there’s the crossbow which is as strong as the gun (in that it kills the big heavily armoured guys in one bolt) yet also silent. Then worse still is your little Brotherhood of Assassins…. Just walking down the street they do most the killing of the guards… I’m just left to loot the bodies :S I’m only into maybe the 5th sequence but that’s because I know own every building I can at this point….

Deus Ex: Human Revolution – I didn’t get to play a lot of this before going back to Uni, but I have liked what I’ve played. I obviously cranked it to the hardest difficulty straight off and then am playing pacifist as well as making it so there are no alarms going off ever, just to make it a fun challenge. The sneaking in the game does feel very legit (more so than Assassin’s Creed). Sneaking around and monitoring the guard’s movements and then trying to hide the bodies in places where they wont be seen! It’s all so tense! (No infinitely large haystacks here!) Although I must the hacking has now become a joke now that I have the 3 Augments that decrease detection rate, but not getting spotted WHILE hacking is another challenge xD I’ve NEVER used a code I found yet… I always hack, but I’m fun like that.

Gaming blar over!

Now for the quick year review where I just make a quick comment (or a long one) on various things that have happened in my life, but hey, It’s legit as I haven’t written many blogs this year!

So I finished Sixth form! That was pretty neat… stressful as well, mostly waiting for offers from Universities… I didn’t do as much revision as I should have for my exams it was the normal last night cramming sort of thing except for Maths. I guess you could also include Chemistry as well but then I only did papers in lessons as we had nothing else to do and I didn’t do many as I just chatted. Maths was, again, only doing papers in class and stuff as we basically had NOTHING else to do and I still had to go to lessons and it was the sort of lesson where talking through it and not doing anything was frowned upon. Biology, on the other hand, we finished the course in the last week of our time there…. and I’d already had a Biology retake before then (which I didn’t revise for). I got AAB so I got into King’s College London where I’m currently at studying Biochemistry.

I turned 18 in 2011, which I also just forgot as it wasn’t a big thing. I mean, not even my family remembered and I didn’t have a party (no friends to invite) so it wasn’t the biggest part of my life.

I went to Reading Festival, which was pretty amazing! I met some people from Twitter (although not as many as I hoped or as often either) and to say it was my first experience of live gigs… it was pretty amazing! I’m still sort of shocked that I went by myself (on the trains and stuff) which freaked a few people out at Sixth Form.

So September came around and I was bored out of my skull… I’d basically already cast off my secondary school life as it wasn’t exactly great and I was greatly looking forward to University! So it eventually came to the point where I was by myself in my room in halls not knowing what to do. I guess the first term has been okay (as long as you don’t look at my arms), I’ve made some close friends and then have also made a bunch of others. Again there’s not really one SOLID group, it’s lots of people from groups I was in but it’s still cool. I’m happy with the people I’ve befriended… which makes me sound like a bit of an emotional so and so… :S Which I’m not…. ugh, emotions. Lame. Am I right?

The actual learning part of Uni is pretty intense… it’s only now that I’m not doing ANY revision AT ALL when I should be for my exams starting on the 9th that I realise I should probably focus a bit more :S I joined Fencing as well! Made a few friends there… I guess?

I believe the expression I’d use to describe the first term would be “socially confusing” I would have said “Confusing” but that could be mistaken for me not understanding the course material and looking over the main reason for the word “Confusing”… I mean…. GAH!

I don’t want to go back to old habits of just moaning for ever and ever about everything and I’ve really tried to not do that…. I’ve slipped once or twice but I’m getting better and better at bottling up everything that’s wrong and just telling everyone I’m fine. As well as hopefully taking on other people’s problems as well… I mean, although you may not think it (what with the blog posts showing me being a bit of an arse when people are getting up in arms) I just want to help people. Not ALL the people, the people I actually care about yeah. As well as friendly strangers. People I’ve known for a bit and I’ve just grown tired of, I will not listen to their problems and care… I’ll barely even listen. But listening is fun as it fills me with guilt (oops, did I type that? It’s cool, no one will read this far down anyway).

I must say I do hate New Years…. as it’s just that sort of time where you reflect on the year and you realise how bad it’s been and then you realise that the coming year will probably be equally as bad as well…. same with Birthdays… I’ve come to hate my birthday as I basically realise I’ve not made a positive difference to anyone’s life or to the world around me in the X amount of years I’ve been alive while at the same time I’ve probably made A LOT of people feel bad. Then there’s also all the stuff I haven’t done either that 12 year old kids are doing these days…. (I am pathetic…) WAIT NO! Ignore me, I’m bottling that up…. sorry.

So yeah, yesterday I went to see the fireworks with some friends, it was pretty sweet! We ended up waiting around in a big crowd of jostling drunks for like… hours! It also rained but it was really heavy rain at times so that made up for it! (gosh I love heavy rain). Then I got to count down with everyone in London and then KABLAMO! Fireworks! They were pretty amazing fireworks as well. I swear at some points it seemed like they just threw some flashbangs up in the air :S Suddenly the music changed to people talking about the Olympics and then saying London and everyone cheered…. I then remembered, the London 2012 Olympics are THIS year…. That will not be fun….

Resolutions? I know I normally review my resolutions from last year and say how they went, but I’m fairly sure I failed a lot of them so I don’t want to carry them on again, for some that’d be like… 4 years in a row or something, so instead I’m coming up with a new resolution:

To not make any resolutions.

Oooh, paradoxical!

Oh yeah, over the Christmas break I managed to increase my song count from 4926 to 6988 songs (I can’t download torrents in Halls (well I can, just not the .torrent file) so I have to do it all elsewhere) which is pretty rad

Wonders of Suffolk, etc Part 2 – The ReDeadening

I’m putting this up now as it’s difficult to sleep (woop, insomnia) and I’m running on few hours of sleep after a very late (maybe 3:30am) night… :S Yesterday (I guess it is now anyway) I got MORE fun filled feedback fuelled by the Christmas Spirit! It seems that my intentions were lost from the previous blog. The whole thing itself wasn’t an elaborate scheme to ruin someone’s life. Oh no, it was more so a way of documenting people’s slightly darker sides that they hide. As deep down we’re all pretty much horrible people and just wear masks to hide our true selves.

If you think I’m being harsh, think of all the times you’ve bitched about someone behind their back to your other friends or made fun of someone for something they may not be able to help. Or even taken pleasure in the mishaps of others (Schadenfreude to you and I), I’m fairly sure everyone’s done it at least once. Obviously some more than others (for example myself, I seem to do it very often while others do it a lot less). It’s just making these moments public to everyone else so people know the truth about another’s personality. Obviously your friends probably wont change their opinion about you so you don’t really have to worry about that (unless you openly admit to stomping on a kitten for fun, that’s frowned upon) and then anyone else, well…. When would my words ever have any weight to them? It’s the blog of a crazy 18 year old. It’s not exactly a hard hitting science journal filled with facts. If I did one of those and then through rigorous testing found that you were a horrible person all the time, then maybe it’d have some weight, but it isn’t.

That was purely a response to a comment on my last blog, where they were saying things about how something or other if the blog was purely to destroy someone’s life, it isn’t… just an fyi.

ANYWHO the main correspondence. Well, I got awoken in the morning by my phone informing me I’d gotten some hate over Twitter but I’ll pay the person some respect (as I guess we used to be friends up until the end of summer, I assume anyway) and not post what they said as it wasn’t NEARLY as sweary and hate filled as most of the other kind people of Suffolk who are clearly high of their own festive supply.

So yesterday Clarizzle Pattizle had obviously found my blog post, probably through stalking my Twitter, which she seems to do a lot now. She got back to me with this:

Rissa Pattinson

• Well you obviously have a lot of time on your hands in order to creat such a post on wordpress. I am disgusted with you’re level of arrogance as well as you’re level of ignorance, as if you hadnt realisef i began with paying you a complement! i was not rude at all until you were on twitter towards me! To be honest i dont think you’re depressed, just incredibly attention seeking, which in itself us some kind of illness.
  I think you just need to be much more fucking considerate of others!! Most of you’re friemds aim at lower grades than you slander! And you and your course “friends” can “chuckle” about my comments! Truth is, everyone here, in suffolk thinks similarly to me, so shut the fuck up, and fucking post this on you’re pathetic blog! @ 19 December 00:48

I mean, right there you can’t say I’m not posting this one without permission, I’m now quoting directly from the source, “fucking post this on you’re pathetic blog” so you can’t get angry at me there, right? Anywh, I do have a few complaints with this, for example if she didn’t think I was depressed then why say on my Twitter (or whatever it was, I can’t remember/care any more) I seem depressed or something (recall back to yesterday if you will), but hey… I’m no genius. I mean, sure she gave me a compliment, but it was like her first thing was a train. The compliment was the front of the train, driving the message forward, but attached to it was a mild complaint, being the carriages… and as we all know, in most trains the front of the train is normally smaller than the carriages. But whatever, I digress.

I sadly was not very chivalrous. I sort of replied back on Facebook, which I shouldn’t have. I should have continued to sort of ignore it and not really directly respond as it’s just petty of me to get worked up about it but I was sort of offended by the fact she mocked the integrity of my friendships with those I know in London (See “”friends”" from her post). So I had a bit of a rant, not a good moment but still, what’s done is done:

Chris Smedley

• I’m sorry, but when you say my friends (and not my “friends”) and you’re referring to people who went to TMHS, I think you’ll find I’m know oh so well that not many people seem to be aiming as high as me. As well as being PERFECTLY aware that for at least 2 years people have become tired of me, which is why very few are considered my friends. Plus, if you think is my blog so pathetic, why would you be getting so worked up about it?
  Plus my friends, the ones you refer to as “friends” from university, we’re all the same. We’re aiming for firsts (70% and up) so you know, over 70% and well into that boundary is quite a good thing to aim for. If at this early stage of university we’re only just getting into the first stage…. well… honestly I don’t like it, my friends don’t like it.
  Now this is going to seem very mean of me, but honestly, if I’m being BRUTALLY honest, I don’t care for your opinion of me. It’s the truth.
  I’m a high achiever (as mentioned in that delightful blog post) so I have to aim high or fail in life. It’s the wonderful truth of life. Seriously, I think you’re the arrogant one thinking that your words (You being someone I’ve NEVER been close to, let alone close enough to be considered even friends) would sway me, is just poppy cock! It’s crazy.
  Let’s put it this way, the shackles of Suffolk were GLEEFULLY thrown away when I found myself in civilisation. People enjoy learning over there, it’s CRAZY!
  Sure this is a big angry rant and will slightly lower my standing in the inevitable blog post I’ll upload this as which means any future employer if they were to google you or ANYTHING will then see all the wonderful things you’ve said (it’s fun how the internet works like that), but I’m tired, it’s 1am, I have a stupid amount of work to do and I’ve also got a shockingly poor internet connection, so for once I’m not just going to sit here and be passive aggressive.
  I guess I am a little arrogant, but still it’s my life and my complex I’ve got to live with. Anywho, hope your life has been going well. Hope life is treating you well. /rant @ 19 December 1:02

Then there was an awkward moment when I suddenly realised something else while peeing so had to awkwardly add something else on which just looks like I’m in it for a fight :S :

Chris Smedley

• Also, talk about double standards? I take it we’ve accepted the fact that we both have a different idea of a good grade or something. So if I’m not allowed to complain about the fact I got a grade lower than I wanted which you consider good, surely you can’t then say it’s good. As you’re basically doing the same as me, but in a sort of reverse.
  If I’m not allowed to force my higher grade expectations then surely you can’t force your view of the slightly lower grades being good, when I think them bad. It made sense like all of 5 minutes ago, I swear. I’m just bad at describing things. I dunno, it just doesn’t seem fair that you can go on about how like, a B or something is really good (when I don’t view it so) if I can’t say a B is bad (although you view it good)…. or something, anywho… I’ll stop talking now. @ 19 December 1:32

Yeah, it’s not great and not coherent in places I know. I was tired, it’s like the first day back in Suffolk… I was sort of suffering from mild culture shock in how there’s suddenly nothing anywhere for miles again. Oh well. It does sadly come across as quite elitist as well the whole “We want to do well so we have to do well and not at what you consider good” whole thing which is quite bad really. I’ve also just realised how bad the sentence structure is, it’s sort of icky. Yeah, there was the main thing of her considering the majority of the people in Suffolk (of which I’ve had contact with only maybe 2 or 3 of since going to University) are the people I’m meant to consider my friends made me laugh. It’s just using the flimsy expression of a “friend” that I’ve never understood. Even in year 8 everyone was going round saying how they’re friends with loads of people and what not, but that was always bull shit. They were mostly acquainted with people. Calling someone your “friend” (not in the patronising air quote way, obviously) normally would imply a more closer level than just, you chat with them once or twice a week or month.

It just never seemed like an adult way of looking at relationships when everyone is a “friend”. It’s like they never understood what it actually meant to be or have one. Which is why there are VERY few people in Suffolk I really considered my friend and most of them have now expressed their general hatred towards me (or stopped talking to me, which I guess is the politer way) so this whole idea that all my friends in Suffolk hate me while these POXY relations I’ve made in London that mean nothing than mere beans are the only things I’ve got is just a bit humiliating TO my university friends. I mean, for one she’s never met them, and never seen me with them so how can she judge how to refer to them. Although I might be reading a BIT too much into the quotations. See, I’m seeing them as an air quotes “Your friendship with them is a lie” thing…. as I just said, but whatever.

I think the point I was trying to get across last time in a very tired 1:30am way (woops, it’s 2:43 now) was just that it’s sort of unfair for me to have to be told it’s a good grade when I don’t think it is while I’m not allowed to say it’s a bad grade when others think it is… It’s not like I’m going on being saying “I got a B! YEAH YIPPEE!!!” and going “It’s not an A though, is it…?” No, I wouldn’t do that… that’s just rude. I was just sharing my opinion with my OWN grade which only affects MY OWN life. So excuse me if I’m not happy if I’m not doing as well as possible with my life, etc etc.

But yeah, that was a rather silly move by me. It was after that that I got the Twitter messages in the morning, just saying I shouldn’t have blogged about it and more theories of how it was a crack pot scheme for attention, honestly it wasn’t. The attention came like… a week after the event anyway, which is just CRAZY. The original Facebook thing was just me posting about me. Then the conversation Clarissinator and I had was just a fun Sunday evening (?) conversation. It then escalated quite quickly and got a little out of hand, so I posted it on here for record sake and then KABLAM, I’m as popular as sliced bread (obviously not in the same way as sliced bread, more of a witch hunt than delicious baked goods). I guess it’s a hilarious misunderstanding on the world’s part, or something.

Anyway, the response I got:

Rissa Pattinson

• Im not forcing my ideas on you at all, nor trying to sway you to see my view. All i was saying is that when i, for one, but there are many others as well as me, see you’re statuses/tweets they are degrading and put us down. I said consider other people when you write such things and consider how they’ll feel when reading all that, but whatever. You don’t care so there was no point to any of this really. I guess i was hoping you weren’t like that, i genuinely thought you’d have at least understood where i was coming from.

  You’re blog is pathetic i am afraid, and the reason i am getting ‘worked up about it’ is that id mych rather not have things like that written about me. But oh well, doesn’t matter. Got my own blog.
  Now i consider this the end of this. You can do what you like. I doubt i’ll really ever speak you you again so good luck in life. @ 19 December 9:51

I mean, the simple response to that first bit (the degrading thing) is have more confidence in yourself. If you’re happy with what you got, then fuck what anyone else says, right? However, if you’re put off by someone not being happy with something you were previously happy with, then it would suggest that deep down it means you know you could have done better. I’m no psychologist, but I thought that’s pretty simple level stuff. I’m not saying people are jealous of me or anything stupid like that. I’m just saying, if they were truly happy with these grades and what not then they wouldn’t care for what I say as you’d be achieving what you want and that’s all that matters. As you are effected, it means you have doubt. Deal with it.

There was also this whole “My view of you has gone down!” and ” I doubt i’ll really ever speak you you again” and the implied “I hope you feel bad that this has happened, you should feel HORRIBLE about yourself because I now think less of you and shall no longer talk to you!” which is PREPOSTEROUS. No offence, but we’ve never talked. You’re not one of my peers or someone I look up to, so your opinion of me means very little. Maybe if we were acquaintances before hand then I may have given an amount of fucks larger than 0. Whatever.

My response:

Chris Smedley

• We NEVER spoke, so how is this meant to affect my life? Oh well, live long and prosper and all that malarkey. @ 19 December 11:00

Basically a shorter version of what I said just a second ago. This was probably the end of everything and stuff but whatever. She got back with:

Rissa Pattinson

• Whatever chris. I meant no offence with my original comment. @ 19 December 17:57

I don’t think I ever took offence. I was just a little annoyed with being told to be happy with results I didn’t want and should have tried harder to do well on. but I guess that’s what you get when you don’t revise.

You can call off the gosh darn fox hunt. If you all think so little of me as you’re all screaming at my blog, why are you wasting your time even posting on here? Surely the better way to show me what’s what is to just ignore my blog and just act as if nothing happened? If you think this IS a cry for attention, why are you feeding the cry? It’s a rather silly thing. You all think it’s a pathetic blog (I’ve been told numerous times now) yet here you are, burning your time away to read my thoughts that I post here.

Although, now if you were to ignore it after me saying that it’s better to ignore it it’d be like I won anyway, right? I’ve told you how to win, so by taking my advice does that then mean I win? What do you think? Surely by taking my advice it means you accept defeat (not that there is a war… :S) so you take my help in order to win. Does this mean that the only way to win would to then be to spend your time raging at my blog? But then with the fact I’ve told you HOW to win, being the opposite of that, would it then mean you’d lose? But then it’d be losing either way, right?

Oh, it’s a pickle wrapped in a conundrum. (If I were you’d I’d just leave…. and then close the door, it’d be easier and shorter and you’d then not have to have your hate filled words trapped online forever)

Peace out, y’all!

The Wonderful People of Sleepy Suffolk

On this edition of The Wonderful People of Sleepy Suffolk we look at one LOVELY individual I’ve known since primary school. Like, the start, so that’s about 15 years now. Gosh, 15 years. We are of course talking about Clarissa Pattinson.

Now Clarissa apparently has never met me before, so she doesn’t understand that I like to try and do as well as possible in life and I wont be pleased until I get 100% (well, maybe 90%) in life, I’m a completionist like that. So Rissa, as her friends and Facebook call her, wasn’t pleased when I was a little displeased with the result of an MCQ test I did recently. It was worth 1% of a module that is 20% of a year that’s worth that’s worth about 11% of my degree. I showed my displeasure on the delightful medium of Facebook. I wanted to update my status and my status was literally displeasure at my result, so I thought I was just using Facebook for it’s primary purpose, updating my friends on what I’m doing/how I’m feeling.

Apparently no. I fell flat at the first hurdle. Apparently my friends don’t want to know about my life and what not.

I’m sure by now you’re wondering what it was that I posted, right? It was this:

Chris Smedley

“but ewww, I only got 73.5% on a Free Radical test (only worth 1% of my module… but still, ew” @ 12 December at 13:36 near London

• Holly Reichel likes this.

• • Butcherthanyourboyfriend Toniinoutoftheboxsanistanti Everythingmisanthropemildewvery – “ew what were you doing?! x” @ 12 December at 13:59 ·

  • Chris Smedley – “Ew because it’s an icky mark. It’s like… only 70% what is that, a B? gross” @ 12 December at 14:31

So that’s copied from Facebook, I added the other comments as what I also said comes back into the later response. So yeah, that was it… that’s what I said (I might have a slight history of being displeased with grades B and even low As but still) and I guess at Univeristy 70% is actually a First and NOT a B like it would be in A levels… oh well. In Uni it’d be an A…

Anywho, this is the DELIGHTFUL response from Clarissa “Rissa” Pattinson:

Rissa Pattinson

• Id just like to say (and i know its nothing to do with me and im not having a go i promise) but just think about other people who are aiming for grades such as a B. Its unfair and puts them down when you put status’s like the one you have about getting 73% or whatever on a test. I know its your choice to put whatever you like as your status, but a B is not an ‘Ew’ grade, its a bloody good one, and I, who would be ecstatic to get that kind of mark find it a little degrading. You’re clever and you’ve done very well to get that mark tho, so well done. @ 12 December 16:33

Rissa Pattinson

• cos basically you’re not just putting yourself down, which you have no reason to do, cos its a really good mark, but others too who would be happy with it. Anyway, hope uni’s going well for you! @ 12 December 16:38

Which I showed to people at uni and we all had a bit of a chuckle. I then responded to this not directly just passive aggressively on Twitter, which I didn’t even know she followed me on, if I’m honest. It wasn’t even that big of a comment, just saying how it was weird or something, basically my tweets were (If I can find them) :

• Mozillo – Chris Smedley
  Can someone explain to me how I’m still managing to annoy people from my sixth form while in Uni? All I said was “eww, 70% on a test” @ 12 December 4:35pm

• Mozillo – Chris Smedley
  Well “Eww, I got 70% on a test, what is that, like a B?” and they got all hissy at me… gosh. @ 12 December 4:35pm

• Mozillo – Chris Smedley
  People need to learn to curve their swerve. @ 12 December 4:36pm

So I wouldn’t say that was an attack on the person, that was just updating the lovely people of Twitter (who are like a completely different crowd to those I know on Facebook, apparently). Well, I say that, but we all saw last the last two posts… right?

I thought I was in the clear basically. Until just recently (as of writing this bit, I’m not publishing straight away in case of any more JUICY gossip. Good ol’ Clarissa “Rissa” Pattinson got back to me with this:

• Rissa Pattinson

• I’ve just seen you’re tweet, and fyi im not in a hissy! Im just saying that you’ve done well and not to put yourself down as it ends up making others feel shit too! Fucking hell Chris, you fucking curve your swerve! Absolute Dickhead. @ 18 December 20:54

So I found this rather out of the blue. I’m now only just back in Sleepy Suffolk and I come home to this delightful welcome? This is like my day off! Anywho, I believe I responded on Twitter, obviously, with:

• Mozillo – Chris Smedley
  It’s a good thing I’ve got a crap tonne of revision to do, as I get the feeling (with the constant hate mail) that I’m not wanted in Suffolk @ 18 December 8:55pm

So she got back with:

• Rissa Pattinson
• Fucking ‘lol’ at this, you massive twat! I need to fucking know my place?! Seriously look at your tweets and statuses and realise what a depressed, sadistic idiot you are. @ 18 December 20:56

Now, I’m no psychologist, and if what she said was true and I were depressed, the LAST thing you’d do to someone on that level of mental instablility is try and make them feel worse by having… a bit of a go. As I say though, I’m no psychologist. Anywho I obviously realised she was somehow reading my Twitter feed (still don’t know how, didn’t even know she followed me…) so with a bit of tongue in cheek I went with:

• Mozillo - Chris Smedley
  All I can say is if this is the time for people to be jolly (the festive period) then I don’t want to see people when they’re not festive… 8:57pm

• Mozillo – Chris Smedley
  All I can say is…. gosh. Gosh and blimey! 8:58pm

Clarissa “Rissa” Pattinson was still not pleased! She still had the rage of…. an angry person within her. So she got back to me with this helpful bit of kindness:

• Rissa Pattinson

• Im festive when not around you dickead. Gosh gosh gosh. 20:59

I then posted on Twitter how the people at Uni will have a good chuckle at this and then I think Clarissa Pattinson left. So I do believe the fact that I’m finding this funny does make me the scum of the Earth. I don’t think she’ll get back any time soon, except maybe after this… Hmmm. So this has been a wonderful return to Suffolk.

 

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A harrowing defeat?

To expand on yesterday, I have now gone down as the defeated. (lulz)

The story goes that the poor helpless Pie was being attacked by the big scary dragon (me) in a hate fuelled rage with no proper backing (except maybe half a year of reading nearly the exact same thing on a nightly basis, oops). However, out of the mist the brave and scary (?) hero, mynameisedd, came in and scared off the scary dragon and then SAVED the day.

The story goes on with the dragon apparently unfollowing the brave knight but then quickly refollowing due to a fear of no friends. To mock the dragon the hero then apparently stopped following the dragon due to finding the dragon boring. Then everyone laughed and sat around congratulating each other on a job well done.

However, as with nearly every legend ever or every battle there are always two sides to it. One of which is normally not filled with lies and not made out to look so black and white.

The truth behind the legend:

Basically, Rachel (aka Pie) was having another one of those times when every one of her tweets was along the lines of “Urgh…” “Gah!” “I don’t know why I bother.” “This is just ridiculous” “I feel like crying.” “I am crying” “Why does he just leave me alone” “I just want to be left alone!” or with example of yesterday “*screamsstampsfeetcriesetc*” (seriously, how is that NOT a temper tantrum?). I finally got tired of gritting my teeth and bearing with it while trying to sift through the never ending spam that comes from those two to actually read something slightly more interesting, so I commented on it. Sure, not in a nice way… It was obvious this was all going down for attention, so attention is what she got and as we all know, beggars can’t be choosers. After getting upset about me commenting how despite supposedly being an adult she still seems to deal with things the same way a 5 year old does, screaming until it went away, she decides to lash out.

Sure, I’m not the most mature person in the world. I mean, it’s not like I deal with things in a mature way either *looks at wrist* but saying someone isn’t mature on the premise of them playing computer games is a pretty lame argument. As well as judging a person now for something that happened nearly two years ago and any other weak argument she came up with.

Anywho, I decided it was probably time to give it a rest, so I went back to my work and continued enjoying University life (you know, work and socialising with people and making friends). It turns out that not shortly after the argument stopped, everyone else jumped in. Including Pie’s boyfriend, mynameisedd (aka the heroic knight), saying such like things as “If you have something to say, say it to me!” and other things which are horribly cliché and rather pointless as he’s not the one screaming on the floor, or 18 so my entire argument doesn’t work on him :S

Seeing as I had already left to continue making notes on DNA and talking with those on my corridor, I didn’t see any of these “threats” so it was assumed that I went running with my scaly tail between my legs when I saw the eSight of him (seeing as it’s the internet we’re on here people). You know, it’s surprisingly easy to look brave when the battle is already over, right? So yeah, it is assumed I ran away, in actual fact I was just not looking for confrontation any more as it was just boring now.

So while Pie was doing the “Oh gosh, you’re my hero!” bit, Edd had said that he unfollowed me but somewhere down the line between reading and processing it got mixed up with Pie to “He unfollowed me, lol dick lololololol” being me unfollowing him, which I have yet to do. The general view is “good riddance! He was boring, the twat! I should have unfollowed him sooner!” yet Pie hasn’t yet and oh look what turned up in my email:

Yeah, good one there Edd, nice unfollowing of me there. So now it seems to be viewed I unfollowed him and then re-followed him, which is funny. If you look in the people I follow (which is displayed in chronological order) you can clearly see that mynameisedd is not at the top and actually where he has always been (roughly) but if you look in the people who follow me, oh wait! Is that mynameisedd at the top (or there abouts) funny that.

So now everyone gets to sit around and enjoy the truth. I get to continue being a complete arse. Pie can continue ignoring any form of help that comes her way and continue to moan and scream every single night on twitter and Edd can continue to try and control Pie’s life and think that he’s the macho man (if he wants to). If this doesn’t go down well, I guess I can just hang out with everyone at university instead.

The truth will set you free, etc.