My guitar...

...is fucked. I was trying to drop the 6th string, but I wasn't really concentrating, so instead of loosening it, I started tightening it. Heard the peg snap out, realised my mistake, loosened the string up and tried to push the peg back in. Except it wouldn't go, so I pulled it out, put it back in and tightened the string up. Again, I wasn't really concentrating, so every time I stopped to have a rest, I forgot to put my thumb back on the peg, so it just kept popping back out. So I loosened the string, started pulling the peg out, and it snapped :|. So now I've got a guitar with half a peg in it, and I'm not really sure what to do. Except take it to a guitar shop, but I don't really want to take it on the bus, so I'm going to have to wait until the weekend for my mum or dad to take it down there by car. Which means a whole week of nothing to do :'(. Almost everyone's on holiday right now, and even if they weren't, I'm already feeling guilty about spending my parents' money. So I'll have to get a job if I want to go out EVER AGAIN.

Also, I keep getting these tremors in my arse. Seriously. I think it might be because of all the anger over the guitar situation. Talking of my arse, I had cannelloni the other night, then when I took a dump the next morning, it actually smelt of the cannelloni (and shit, obviously), which can't be good. Oh well. I have nothing else to say. Goodbye.

The lost entry

Started writing this at 9:37pm on the 11th of June, apparently. Never got round to finishing it, and I don't plan to, but thought it would be a shame to let it go to waste, especially since it allows me to postpone writing anything fresh for at least a few weeks. So here is "the lost entry".

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Mid-exam update

Okay, the title's maybe slightly misleading. I'm not actually doing an exam right now, but this is probably the last chance I'm going to get until I've finished all my exams to write an entry. Was supposed to do it earlier but I buggered off to play football, and Shaun of the Dead is on in about 20 minutes, so I'll try to keep it snappy.

Exams haven't been going too great. Since last time, done P6 and S3. They were alright on the whole, but in both I felt like I'd screwed up one question completely (because I had). In addition, I made at least one stupid mistake in S3, so I don't feel great about them. Just means I'm going to have to cane the rest of my modules, I guess. Fortunately P5 and M3 aren't too bad, but not particularlt confident about the Stats. On a brighter exam-related note, I passed my driving theory test with flying colours. After the multiple choice questions, I went back and checked my answers. I wasn't sure of 6, and considering you can only get a maximum of 5 wrong to pass, I was shitting myself slightly, although apparently without justification as I got 35/35 on the multiple choice and 59/75 on the hazard perception. However, I still managed to taint the event by leaving the counterpart of my license at the test centre, so despite success, have finished the day feeling slightly retarded. Even so, it was probably the receptionists fault for not sliding it back to me when I gave it to him to claim my result... in fact, I don't even now how it can be my fault! Still, slightly retarded.

Also, last night, I made a half-hearted attempt to watch the DVD that the DVLA had sent me as preparation for the test. Was about to switch off when BBC motorsports presenting legend Suzi Perry popped up on screen, talking some twat who thought that drinking could make you colour blind, through the technicalities. Obviously, I was fully expecting her to be at the centre to give me the same advice, maybe a few words of reassurance, a kiss on the cheek, invite me out for lunch afterwards, but to my HORROR, she wasn't. There was no message that said "We cannot guarantee that Suzi Perry will be at your test centre", no implication of the fact, nothing. Of course, I'll be looking to sue the DVLA for false advertisement, and even more so if that bastard receptionist of theirs continues to refuse to send my license to me. I loved what he said when he phoned up: "He must have just forgotten it in the excitement of it all". No, I "forgot" it when you decided to keep it behind your bloody computer monitor! Wasn't like I was straight out, either. Had to get my stuff from my locker, get my iPod out of my bag, put my certificate in my bag... Jesus, I'd just spent half an hour making sure I could perceive hazards and he couldn't even "perceive" someone's driving license sitting right in front of him! On that note, would have been kind of ironic if I'd got run over crossing the street on the way home. I'm disappointed in myself for not taking greater efforts to make it happen.