At my dad's at the minute, after being refused boarding yesterday due to my hand ( ^_^ ), made it over tonight.
Tomorrow and Tuesday I'm going to WWE Raw and Smackdown respectively, both of which will be the real deal, live on worldwide TV, and I have ringside seats to both!
So excited!! :)
On Saturday night, during a drunken skype conversation with Merch Gwyar, I signed up to the website which she currently writes many of her astoundingly brilliant articles on.
The next day she gave me a few pieces of advice which inspired me to try my hand at something I've never tried before: writing.
So, over the last couple of days I have begun writing articles, purely for fun and intrigue, on a subject that I'm passionate about (wrestling, naturally). Turns out it is actually fantastic fun, and whilst a little time consuming and very confusing at this point, is something I genuinely enjoy. At least when writing about something so close to my heart.
So far I've released two articles, with much credit due to Merch Gwyar. By no means am I saying they're any good, or I'm any good, it's just something I decided to give a crack at. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?
So, in a bit of shameless advertising I intend to plug myself http://wizzley.com/authors/Jethraw/ here!
It's mainly in the name of getting a little bit of feedback, if anyone can be bothered spending the time to look at them, since, as I've only just begun the articles don't and probably won't get so many hits, so I intend to use any means possible to garner some attention and feedback!
And yes, you can laugh at my only fan being Merch herself!
Just how ecstatic I feel right now.
Just sat my second history AS level exam, on module Two "The Ascendancy of France 1660-1715", and after how well last week's Module on James&Charles I of England went, I was feeling a little iffy about the whole thing.
The second module is divided into two halves, ~1660-~1697, finishing at the Nine Years War, being the first half.
The second half is ~1697 - 1714, the War of the Spanish Succession, including the partition treaties for the Spanish Empire before, the causes of the War, the key battles in the War, the conclusion of the War and the Peace Treaties.
You get two questions on each half, and you must answer two of the four questions (both have 2 parts, one worth 8 marks and one worth 22), so you essentially answer 2 eight mark questions and 2 twenty-two mark questions.
This means you could opt to learn half of the course in depth, but obviously you risk getting nasty questions on your chosen half and being sunk if you can't answer the other half. But, despite that, I decided to just learn the latter half of the module.
I realised this morning I'd left out the partition treaties and the peace treaties, and worse still, couldn't find any notes on them. So I panicked like crazy and tried to read out the textbook, feeling confident on the battles (all 4 battles have the same results & consequences, with the number of causalities being the only difference), and the causes.
So I went into the exam with the minimal knowledge of the two parts I was unsure of, and, unsurprisingly, both of them came up :D
But so did a 22 mark question that we've done well over a dozen times in class! Perfect!
And, from out of nowhere, I swear I pulled all these facts, figures, statistics and quotes that if you'd asked me this morning I would've broken down crying.
I came out feeling confident, but unsure as to whether or not I'd done well on the fiddly eight markers. But, I looked at my notes, and I nailed absolutely everything!.
That was by far the best exam paper I've ever sat and I am beyond reasonably confident that I have absolutely smashed all four questions and have reached band Four (the top) for each question.
Absolutely overwhelmed at just how well it went!
Ah, well, time for work to bring me back down to Earth
EDIT: Ooooeeerrrr, that came across a bit wordier than intended. If you manage to wade through that incessant rambling about something which you may or may not have any interest in and find the point despite my emotional outpour. Well done! ^_^
So... glorious weather we're having...
Going to see Paramore in a few hours.
But now the clouds are moving in!
It's hot... so, do I wear jeans and jacket?
Or... shorts and tee-shirt?
*facepalm* God damn British "summertime"
So, I'm back after 6 weeks of holidays adding up to the most epic summer I've ever had the pleasure of enjoying so far :)
Complete with familiar get togethers, meetings of new family and friends, alcoholic fuelled rampages and epic times.
Thoroughly depressed to be home, rather wishing I could return to Turkey!
On the brightside I'm leaving England behind tomorrow and returning home to sunny Northern Ireland
Shall be starting 6th form on Tuesday after receiving an A*, 3 As, 5Bs and a C in my GCSES.
I probably could've gotten better marks in hindsight if I'd worked harder, but too late to cry about that, I got all my classes and my chosen sixth form, so it's time to move on.
After a completely depressing return to RS that turned my mood from top of the world to blecky, I now really desire to quit RS, it's so not worth the hastle, (even though I know the chances of that happening are about on par with me not moping about missing Turkey for the next couple of weeks...)
Turkish people really do have some kind of allure... even if they are perverts for the most :P
Got myself a couple of nice Tee shirts, a hat and an Eclipse DVD. Topped off by a big ol' bottle of Amaretto.
Quite miserable to sit at home watching TV knowing normally at this time of day you've been sat on a beach, sipping amaretto watching the sun set... :P
Or something like that.
I'm off to Mexico in the morning for two weeks!
Goodbye UK. Hello mojito bar and beach hammocks!
See ya in two weeks! (or sooner if there's wifi fir my iPod.)
I have nine new books to plough through, I left the tenth I drove 30minutes specifically to buy at home in N.I :(
Anywho, asta la vista (?)!!!
Just received my email telling me that my UCAS form has been successfully completed and received by the appropriate powers that be. Now we play the waiting game and see which establishment of university wants me to come study history there next year.
Thank. God. That's. Over. :o
To Washington via Philadelphia in the morning for a week!
New york on Friday for a few days and home on Wednesday.
On a bad note I feel very sick though, and I don't think it's just with excitement
I pledge allegiance, to the flag, of the Kemosabian States of Australia.
And to the Flying Kangaroo upon which it stands,
An Australian nation, under Papa Koala,
With Shrimp on the Barbie for all.
Forced props and credit to Samsara. Creator of Papa Koala.
(Not intended for skillers)
No. I'm srs.
Since I don't have a blog anymore, I figured I'll make a few random blogs in here about achievements every now and then, and since this is something I've only had once before I thought i'd post it somewhere :/
Warning: Big image, stretches things
Visage #2 :D Here's to many more! :/
So, it turns out there is an actual independent American-style wrestling promotion in Northern Ireland. *gasp*
It is the only one in the country (as far as I can tell...)
So, it's time to find out if the British Pro-Wrestling Circuit is as legendary as it's hyped to be, all for the small price of £5.
Should be a pretty interesting night, and if it sucks, oh well, Monday Night Raw is on the night after :D
As I blogged about earlier in the week, yesterday, 3rd August, I went to see Iron Maiden live, in the Odyssey Arena Belfast, supported by Dragonforce.
We caught the train to Belfast at around 12:40 after minor delays, and, after 30 minutes of watching one strange dude try to chat up a girl on the train, (she was having none of it), we got off at Belfast and immediately went to grab some food before we did anything else.
After a horrific experience at Subway involving a lack of bread, a compulsion to put Salami on anything that moved and refusal to let us have cups to put our drinks in we finally left and headed for the center of Belfast.
We found a quiet little pub just off the main square and sat there with a few drinks for a couple of hours, before moving into City Hall itself to lie down on the grass in the sun, and check out the new screen that's been put there to promote the London 2012 Olympics.
At around 4PM we decided it was finally time to make a move toward the venue, stopping en-route for a Pick'N'Mix and a chat to some friendly folk in the Build-A-Bear Workshops. Close to the venue we sat down on a bench to finish our sweets before getting in the queue, where we were approached by a 51 year old Belgian lady (who I am convinced was Egghebrecht), who wanted to smoke but isn't allowed to at bus stops, so decided to talk to us for 10 minutes instead.
After a chat with her we moved off and finally arrived in the lengthy queue 90 minutes before the doors were set to open. So we plonked ourselves down and started to wait. We joined in with the chants for Maiden when approached, and promptly went insane when some crew members came outside and turned the cameras on us and began to record. I'm hopeful I'll be featuring on an Iron Maiden documentary / Music Video, but who knows? Watch this space.
We got let in at 6:20 and rushed to the merch stall since I was one of the first people in, grabbed this t-shirt and ran in to get as close to the front as possible, finding myself a nice patch of floor around 3 rows of people away from the front.
The first thing we saw when we arrived was, what appeared to be an incredibly small stage for some reason, two large screens on each side and a giant Dragonforce banner.
Now, I've heard my fair share of negative rumours about Dragonforce's inability to play live shows, their tendancy to turn up drunk to these shows and subsequently mess up the show. So, I didn't have high expectations for them, especially since they lost their vocalist last year. However, when they came on stage, they announced this was their first ever gig with their new frontman, and I was simply blown away.
They played a 40 minute set with old stuff, tracks from their new album to be released early 2012 and finishing with Through the Fire and Flames, as song which everyone knew :(
I also got a shout-out on stage from their bassist, Frédéric Leclercq, for screaming something about his insanely awesome huge curly hair during a lull in noise, which made my night before Maiden had even walked on stage!
The guy on the right is the one I yelled at, he then started playing with his hair and yelled "Damn right my hair is amazing!" back at me down the microphone :D
After Dragonforce had finished we were witness to something I will eternally credit Iron Maiden with. A quick set change. Within 15 minutes of Dragonforce leaving, Maiden were ready to take stage.
The Dragonforce banner had been taken down, to reveal a large curtain. After it was ready and the stage was set, we were confused. There was no drum kit, no stands, just 4 microphones at the front of the stage. Then hands started poking through the curtain, and the curtain started being pushed forward at the bottom, by what, we couldn't tell.
Then, the into to Maiden's latest album - The Final Frontier, which is about 4 minutes long hit. The roof promptly exploded and the crowd went wild.
Four minutes later the curtain is bulging beyond belief and the lights drop. The curtain falls and a huge set is revealed, with Bruce Dickinson simply strolling on stage.
By this point I had to stop taking pictures really, as the place was simply being torn apart. The event security, who usually strictly enforce the "No moshing" "No crowd surfing" and "No smoking" signs, gave up halfway through Satellite 15 and instead took to placing stretchers in the front for those who inevitably got knocked out. Lovely.
At this point I have to credit Bruce Dickson, in my opinion, the best front man of all time. There's really something to be said for a man who can tell a story about Islamic Maiden fans, Christian maiden fans, and refer to the Oslo murderer as a, and I quote, "tosser", and, as a result of this story, have a Northern Irish crowd join him in a chant of "Equality" before ripping into a song, resulting in the Northern Irish crowd (who still, in this day and age, have all the Unionist/Nationalist, Protestant/Catholic crap going on) linking together and swaying to scream "We're Blood Brothers" for about seven minutes solid.
After just over an hour of playing, they unleashed "Fear of the Dark" upon the crowd, who went electric for it. Moreso, when, halfway through the song, a giant Mechanical Eddie walked on stage and began to play guitar.
After this. It was time for Iron Maiden to play their final song, Hallowed Be Thy Name. Eddie had departed and the crowd joined in, thoroughly gutted the night was drawing to a close. Halfway through the room began to shake a little, and a loud rumbling noise erupted. Looking toward the stage, Eddie was back. And bigger.
After that, Eddie roared a cheerful goodbye, and Maiden took their leave.
The crowd however, were not finished with Maiden, roaring loudly for them to return, and within 3 minutes of frenzied screaming, Bruce was back, and his boys soon followed.
We were then treated to a three song encore which included their famous song "The Number of the Beast", where, we were visited by the Devil himself.
During the night, Bruce seemed to imply that this would indeed be their "Final" Frontier, their last world tour. Though he never outright said it, he implied it, and talked about how it showed who your true friends are.
It would be a crying shame for a band who clearly still have so much to give to finish, but they've earned it, and if it is their last tour, at least I got to see them once.
My favourite band of all time :P
Also - please note, none of these pictures have any zoom on them, so that should tell you a little of how close I got to the front.
EDIT: Sadly, I didn't get any of the things the band were throwing off stage - plectrums, drum sticks, etc.
However, Bruce's hat was thrown in and the guy standing next to me nabbed it. I did get my hand on it before being jumped on, scratched, trampled on, knocked over and caught in a scene worse than any of the mosh pits :D
Bloody Maiden fans.
Logged into Runescape today for the first time in 104 days. The first time I'd logged into RS since the release of the last Grandmaster Quest, having spent a while on RS07 after that.
I eventually got logged in (the website it self froze my laptop at first). I disconnected during the opening cinematic, then disconnected twice more before I actually got moving. I ran from Lumbridge to Falador, disconnecting four more times again.
I gave it thirty minutes then tried again, this time the game ran more smoothly, but there was a stuck audio that I couldn't turn off despite my audio settings. Then I disconnected.
Safe to say I won't be returning to RS3, which is probably for the best anyway. Still contemplating membership and having another stab at RS07, but I think RS3 I'll just have to watch from afar.
So I got a no pic no proof response in my last blog to the tattoo - here's some pics to keep you going :P
These were taken whilst I was being stabbed repeatedly and praying for death.
WARNING: The following pictures have both my face and my boobies (I'm topless) in them. I take no responsibility if you either vomit and/or fall madly in love with me. Open at own risk. Viewer discretion advised.
NB: Glasses because I'm amazing. That and he said staring at the lights for an hour and a half would hurt me.