Mood: Neutral
Hey guys.

It's been a while since my last journal, so here I am, in the process of writing a new one.
"So how is our little procrastinator since his last journal?" you might ask. In answer to that, I have gone to a whole new level of low. I am currently watching daytime television to escape from revision. For my whole existence, I have lived in a similar manner to this, and have still performed fine in exams. I suppose that I could go as far as to say that I'm psychologically allergic to revision. To be honest, I have done some revision this week, the night before my biology exam. And did it pay off? Hell no! In fact, nearly everything that I went to the bother of revising ran a mile away from being a question on the exam paper. But I still did fine. I got a B grade in my mock exams, and I hadn't even gone near a book or syllabus outline on that occasion.
It's funny, I suppose you could say, how what one has been dreading for two whole years, can suddenly become missed. I have feared the GCSE exams for so long now, that they have become a part of me. And now that they are going one by one, it feels as though I am losing a part of myself.
In a way, I'm both relieved, and disappointed that school is no more. I out-grew school about a year ago, and ever since then I have been subversive towards its policies, and protocol. For some reason, I like seeing the negative side in things but it certainly isn't healthy. I strongly advise that you don't become accustomed to such criticism of life. There are ego-advantages to having left school though: when I log onto MSN, and some annoying 12 year olds somewhere in Australia have added me to their friends list, when they ask me what Year of school I am in, I can laugh at them for still being at an age at which schooling is compulsory, and immediately feel a great sense of importance; very immature of me, indeed.
I'm hoping to find either a job, or work experience for the Summer holidays. Luckily, I have quite a few connections. Perhaps an exciting career awaits me, or perhaps not. It all depends on my performance in this next week of exams, but the hardest are out of the way now.

Anyway... Damn! I've just forgotten what I was about to type! I hate it when that happens.

Oh, now I remember: anyway, if my career life fails, I can always become a stripper.
For those of you who don't know, I've accepted a place at Guildford College (it's in Surrey, England, UK). I received an unconditional offer for the National Diploma Media National Extended course (level 3 obviously). Hang on, I mentioned this in my previous journal. The first year is mainly film production, digital editing, and so on while the second year deals in optional, more specialized, sub-criterias. I'm hoping to get somewhere in the movie, or marketing industry. On the creative forefront, of-course. Maybe I might end up in the gaming industry, or even in the media. Regardless of where I find myself in the world of careers, my future self will sure as hell enjoy where-ever I manage to get!
Well, in other recent news, I have somehow managed to completely fill up my laptop's 80GB hard drive in just over a year.

My photographs are one of the main offenders in this case, and have managed to create a mini-tyranny all over my poor computers filling systems. It surprises me, how many pictures I have taken in these past two years; they're in the thousands! It's got so bad now, that I can't even fire up my friend, Adobe Photoshop, without it bitching about there being no memory allocation for the scratch disk's temporary files.
I'm thinking of starting up a new website, for portfolio purposes of-course. The domain name that I am considering is, "Maxwell-ALIVE.com" so don't you dare register it before I have a chance to! I'll probably design a Flash interface for it - with lots of special effects, and swoopy camera effects (yes, expect 3D animations to be integrated into the GUI). The main issue for me will be bandwidth. That's what destroyed my previous website, "MaxTaylor.co.uk." I just simply couldn't dish out the dosh to my ISP for all of the visitor hits that I was receiving. But this time - once I have gotten a job - I will be able to finance it; just as long as you guys don't keep visiting my website, to clean me dry. That would just be mean.
Well, what shall I mention next? Hmmm... I suppose I could mention Second Life, created by Linden Labs. So what's Second Life then, eh? In simple, it's a MMORPG (Massively Multiplayer Online Role Player Game - that certainly is a mouthful). But if I was to just leave it there, with no further explanation, my ignorance-O-meter would go off the charts! Second Life is a digital society. It includes an economy using its very own currency (Linden$), and yes, for that to happen it has its very own currency conversion market (US$ to L$, L$ to US$). Some freelances make a lot of money from the game. Everything in the world is user defined; there is a 3D primitive engine that allows Second Life's users to make whatever they want. You can buy land that can then be stored on Linden Labs' servers, or your own for those who have one. As-well as the ability to model objects with primitive shapes, the game has its own user scripting system, similar to Java, Objective C, and C++. The potential is literally limitless!

I recommend to all, that they at-least give Second Life a try.
OK, so far I have managed not to complain about anything but I can't resist any longer. Right, so let us spin the wheel of complaints: dut, dut, dut, dut! Brrr.... Ching! "Big Brother." Let the complaining begin! Big Brother lost the plot a long time ago. I actually am slightly offended by the fact that they call the system "Big Brother." It's almost an insult to George Orwell, the writer of "1984."
I now realize that Big Brother's number one aim is to reek havoc, and cause upset so that us viewers can laugh at the house-mates' misfortune, and patch up our insecurities with a constant reassuring reminder of others' hardships. Let's think about it for a moment. Every series what do they do? They select minority, or eccentric groups for us to laugh at. And this year they have gone a step further! Not only have they hand picked, a transvestite, and two camp homosexuals, but also a terrets sufferer. And for no other purpose but to give us Big Brother viewers an excuse to laugh at a poor subject, screaming at the top of their lungs, "c**t" again, and again in compulsive urges. It is all so blatantly engineered for the intention of chaos. You can see that straight away by examining the types of people that they put in conjunction.
Oh, one more thing. I promised someone (I can't remember who) that I would submit my photographs from Kew Gardens but haven't yet done so. I apologize for this, and I'll try and get round to it in a few weeks time. Furthermore, about a year ago I composed
[link] - "Which Button?" and said that I was planning on making an entire suite of wallpapers following its theme. I'll try and get round to this soon as-well.
I would just like to end this journal by thanking all of you great people who watch me for doing so!
Those who watch me:
Those who I know from real life:
Clubs that I am in:
