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May. 9th, 2003 09:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clo_againI failed my IT Key Skills exam. -_- Wonderful. Means I have to do it again next year. Although this should say something - I spend about three hours a night on my computer on average, I use Word, Photoshop, create moving images and pictures and install and uninstall programs, I run an MSN group with hundreds of pictures, files and pages and I know basic HTML, yet I fail an IT exam. Hhhmm. Let me see. Why does that not inspire any confidence in me as to the validity of Key Skills exams? -_- It was because I don't know anything about spreadsheets. When, may I ask, do I need to use spreadsheets? *shakes head* I honestly don't know what the hell the exam system is doing here lately.
Rant over, I was just typing some more of this weird multi-fandom fic that won't leave me alone, and I realised how strange my ficcing is - I don't think, I just type. I don't think about the next line it just happens; sometimes I'll read through and a word, or a sentence will sound wrong and I'll rephrase it but I hardly ever pause mid-flow to consider what to do next. I don't know if that's a good thing. o_O I'll have to consider it more.
I need to revise some more since I gave up a few hours ago. My brother's kicking me off the computer now so I'm off to finish chapter two of this game-fic before he does. It's gonna need editing though and I still have major revising to do so I doubt I'll finish it this weekend. -_- I hate revising.
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lillyv
You are Mary Bell. At the ripe old age of 10 you
strangled a neighbor boy, afterwhich you carved
your initals into his skin. At his funreal you
laughed. Your next victim was a 3 year old. You
pushed him off the roof, resulting in a broken
skull. After he was found you went to his
mothers house and asked to see him, she replied
tha t he was dead. You smiled brightly and said
'Oh, I know he's dead. I wanted to see him in
his coffin."
You horrid little girl you.
-smacks your hand-
Which Imfamous criminal are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
Does this say something about me? o_O
Clo
Rant over, I was just typing some more of this weird multi-fandom fic that won't leave me alone, and I realised how strange my ficcing is - I don't think, I just type. I don't think about the next line it just happens; sometimes I'll read through and a word, or a sentence will sound wrong and I'll rephrase it but I hardly ever pause mid-flow to consider what to do next. I don't know if that's a good thing. o_O I'll have to consider it more.
I need to revise some more since I gave up a few hours ago. My brother's kicking me off the computer now so I'm off to finish chapter two of this game-fic before he does. It's gonna need editing though and I still have major revising to do so I doubt I'll finish it this weekend. -_- I hate revising.
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lillyv You are Mary Bell. At the ripe old age of 10 you
strangled a neighbor boy, afterwhich you carved
your initals into his skin. At his funreal you
laughed. Your next victim was a 3 year old. You
pushed him off the roof, resulting in a broken
skull. After he was found you went to his
mothers house and asked to see him, she replied
tha t he was dead. You smiled brightly and said
'Oh, I know he's dead. I wanted to see him in
his coffin."
You horrid little girl you.
-smacks your hand-
Which Imfamous criminal are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
Does this say something about me? o_O
Clo
