Revision who?

So, I've not even lasted a month. I WAS revising just last week. For some inexplicable reason, over the weekend, I've stopped completely. Don't know why, don't even know what I did in that time. I seem to lose hours occasionally. I do know, however, that I'm past caring. Just now, I've spent time correcting any typos in previous blog posts. It's unusual for me to make a typo, cos I'm such a nerd about spelling and punctuation. I punctuate my texts. It's courtesy, makes it easir for people to read. You don't need to get our your English to Moron dictionary. No offense, like.

I discovered today I'm currently on a D for my English coursework. We had no help with it. I didn't even have a clue as to what I'm doing on it (usually a good omen for English). I'm not confident of that D being accurate, neither. I'm currently on an E for A2 English. Meaning a D in total. Why do I think that I don't particularly mind a D? As I said. I don't really care any more.


Why are Bolton fans mongtards? Not all of them, there are a few with a cohesive argument about things. I can't be arsed going into all the foolish things I've heard/read. It just annoys me. I do quite like the analogy I've heard for Megson. "He's like Marmite, you either love him or hate him... I hate him." (I have an issue with that Marmite analogy, but I'll get to that.) I'd like to apply a similar one to Bolton fans. They, too, are like a jar of Marmite. You either want to stick a knife in and scoop out the insides, or you're not. I prefer mine, personally. My issue with the original is: surely the same is said for everything? Maybe I'm a man who sees things in black and white (racist), but I either hate things or like things. There's no "Oooh, I like it on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and alternate Sundays, but I hate it every other day." Either you like it or not. Pick one. And don't compare the choice to fecking Marmite. (I wish now to express my confusion as to how some people voted me for Grumpy in the Seven Dwarves awards. I'm clearly more of a Happy or Doc.)


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