6/24/2005 08:21:00 PM|||James O'Malley|||

It's been another one of those few days, when it has been exciting for me, but dead boring to read about. By "another one of those few days", I mean "another few days in my life".

I had another ICT exam yesterday... the last one ever. I can now forget everything I ever knew about the exciting world of middle management and buzzwords, without ph33ring the repercussions. In a last-ditch effort to salvage anything from what on all counts was an awful, awful A-level, in one of the many blank pages at the end of my answer booklet, I wrote a list of "my real ICT" achievements- which is very similar to the list at the start of my previous blog entry. Fingers crossed the examiner will see the list, which I tried to make it look like I'd scribbled it out, and say, "hang on a moment, this student has a point, full marks, because afterall, the qualification isn't worth the paper it is written on", rather than "pffft, he still doesn't answer the questions and I'm a jobsworthy twunt".

For those of you keeping tabs on my appearance, perhaps with some sort of fuzzy-felt stick on picture of me, where you apply facial features and beards and so fourth, which might be on your kitchen wall, next to the calendar, I've had yet another hair cut. (Can't be bothered to upload new pictures).

Most exciting of all though, is the guinea pig. My cousin's gone on holiday so we're in charge of looking after Jeremy. He's adorable and instantly better than any of your pets. It's not the first time we've "had" him- last February my cousin abandoned him, much to our advantage. Last time I used some little wireless cameras to watch him live, in his cage, and broadcast it live, around the internet. A bit like a cheapskate Oinkernet. This time I hope to top that, perhaps by doing live guinea pig racing. I only have one guinea pig, so it'll have to be time trial based, perhaps with some sort of "ghost pig" superimposed on top. Rather than falling foul of the gambling laws that I assume exist, the betting currency would be coke.

Speaking of which, I've recently won my first coke bet ever, with Heather. She reckoned Tim Henman would win Wimbledon. "He's crap!", I cried. I was right. This follows losing various celebrity death bets- on Yasser Arafat, Michael Jackson, and the Pope.

Anyway, we've got Jeremy for two weeks... the question now is will my parents temper last for that long, because of all the hay/food/excrement that will no doubt be thrown about the house.

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