It's roughly a year since I started this here blog. One of my earliest posts was a rather sombre lecture on the ups and downs of 2009, and I moaned because we never do anything on New Year's Eve, and I sit up on my own, and get depressed.
Well, a year later, and once again I'm sitting up here alone (if not for Leachy boy via MSN and Prime via text) whilst a great number of my peers are out celebrating.
I think it's inevitible that we'll find ourselves evaluating the past year and anticipating the forthcoming year on each New Year's Eve, and as I'm IMMENSELY bored, I thought I'd do mine here.
I sat and originally thought "Well what was so good about 2010 for me? Hmph, just GCSEs and I suppose panto."
Then, I sat and thought some more, went through the calendar and some blog posts, and realised it's actually been pretty brilliant on reflection. Here's my rundown of Taylor's 2010. If you get bored easily, get out now, and Happy New Year...
January: So, I'd started this blog around Christmas, and I remember continuing with that. We went back to school with us little Year 11s raring to go (HAHA) for the hellish terms we knew were about to hit us. I remember these early evenings being taken up by watching at least 2 episodes of Friends every single night, and then we were all introduced to Glee...my nights were weird when those both ended. I also remember being pretty taken with Pot Noodles. I turned 16 on 22nd, and I remember my birthday was awesome because I know adorable people, and because we had a choir rehearsal. In M6, doing Plonk and Man in the Mirror. The following day I revisited my Northampton dramatical peoples, bought my bass and went for Costa, but we had a huuuuge power cut at home...the following Monday we had a biology exam. I remember ridiculously random details.
February: I remember having a truck load of snow sometime between the end of January and start of February...maybe twas half term even? Even so, I remember going along to Market Harborough one time, and on instruction from Daisy I had my first gingerbread latte in Costa. Twas love at first sip. That day I also bought a music theory book. Haven't used it since. The day after Valentine's Day, which was a Saturday, felt awkward. I was in Marks and Spencers. On 28th, choir made our illustrious debut at DMH doing Youth Finds a Voice, where we blew everyone away (probably literally) with our hilariously choreographed Man in the Mirror, Hallelujah, and then with the masses doing the notoriously stupid Plonk Gloria, which I ended up loving even though it was ridiculously difficult. Backstage, I proposed to my dear wife from across the other side of the garden suite (by yelling), and she said yes :')
March: Glee and Friends nights continued, and on one of them I got talking to my future step-son, who ended up becoming my trusty official photographer. I met dear Roz through this very blog, and she soon took me for my first shoot round Hinckley and we've had quite a few since. She's talented, and she has awesome hair. I suppose at this point I should say how my singer-songwriter status has really kicked off this year thanks to discovering ReverbNation and it's wonders. I set that up in Summer, but it linked with Roz and her photos anyway...
April: This month was the hardest to remember for me. Just seemed to be a rather large gap between Hinckley and GCSEs....I visited the April section of my blog to see, and the first thing I noticed was 'French Speaking is over, French Speaking is gone', so I reckon twas the last time I ever spoke any French, in my manly accent. GCSE prep was really underway; Ellingwoof couldn't spell her name on the Music coursework form. I wrote a piece called 'Describe Me' in English which is still sitting on my desk where it has been ever since Fordy gave it back. I met my second cousins again for the first time in YONKS, and they're wonderful, and I wish I got to see them more. Jess is like me, only older, but we both adore theatre and got on so well. The day before my French Speaking, Tom Nelson had a charity concert and I sang Closest Thing to Crazy, Alone with Scott and the stupid high C in Seasons of Love, and Nick made everyone wait before he did his L5Y piece because he wanted Mrs Hillier to hear it. Bandenberg paid me £2 after my exam because of this. It felt bizarre.
May: So, on something like the 18th we finished compulsory education and embarked on exam HELL. Nick turned 18 and had this huge party up at the soccer place near Lutto. He spent the whole night introducing me as Taylor so people didn't even know my first name. Nick and I had also started adapting Little Dorrit as a musical before we both left, but this has resulted in nothing much - at the moment. I remember spending an awful lot of time with Prime (ha, I rhyme) that night, and I actually wore a dress. My first GCSE exam was English Lit, and I sat in a history room with a book on Hitler on the shelf. Afterwards my hand killed, and I went to Waitrose and got bankrupted by a muffin. The week after May half term (which just seems to be a blur of revision) was affectionally nicknamed 'Hell Week' by us all, and personally I somehow ploughed through 9 exams that week. In one History exam in the gym, I had a half-broken desk, and it made huge bangs during the exam. Awkward. There was a also a brilliant episode involving Burty, Florence and I ordering nachos at a little coffee shop and Florence trying to split the bill, failing.
June: After Hell Week, I had 3 exams left, and Scott and I went to Penny (the flamboyant drama teacher)'s mum's birthday and sang for her. We were paid AWESOMELY. My last exam was Music, and the first question was on Tragedy by the Bee Gees. I could write a whole paragraph on Ellingwoof's discovery of the legendary music revision song, but that'd go on and on and on and on, and I only have half an hour left before the clock strikes midnight. That last exam was at 2pm on 18th, and I celebrated my freedom from GCSEs by seeing Guys and Dolls at Kilworth House, n'aww. That night, Charlie spoke to me for the first time.
The Longest Summer of My Life: There was a whole bizarre period of being 'stuck in limbo' between year 11 and year 12 after this. I had no work to do...and it felt brilliantly weird. I sat around all day eating spaghetti and meatballs and watching Wimbledon and baroque opera, just doing nothing. So surreal. We had induction at the start of July, and then the end of term concert. Then...all the Year 13s left. Barstow, Ailish, Becky, James, David, Zoe, Lizzie, Jo etc etc...they're all at uni now, and it's still a bit weird to think of them like that. Even after induction, summer was beautifully lazy. I can sum it up by saying ReverbNation, Photography, sun, drumming, Spotify, Rock On The Rec, the charity concert with Becky in Ullesthorpe..and then of course, results day and the incredible relief and happiness. Summer seemed to end not quite as well as it started, I felt let down and hurt for 'reasons'...but looking back, the majority of it all was rather beautiful. The song that always makes me think of exams and summer is Neutron Star Collision, by Muse. I even sneaked it in as a Physics revision resource.
September: After a great summer, we got thrown back into year 12. But...it's SO DIFFERENT. So much more independent and adult and all that cliched rubbish. Apart from English Lit, I love it. Music, Philosophy, Drama...okay, so it's all harder work, but what do you expect? I still can't stand Vertical Tutor groups. We were all annoyed that the performing arts staff had opted for a showcase instead of a production, so Leachy and Hayley set up the Drama Society, asking for me to do music theatre...and because I can't say no, I agreed. Next thing I know, I have a cast of 20 doing a cut down version of Rent...my directorial debut had begun. My bass-plyaing status has also kicked off HUGELY this year - by this time, Prime had me in the Leics Arts Big Band which was a huge learning curve yet a great challenge, and my Dad had me learning his West Side Story score. GCSE results earned me a legendary trip down to Laaaaandon on Friday 24th to see my ultimate theatre hero, JRB. The word 'incredible' can't sum up that night completely.
October: Year 12 was well underway, and BTEC pantoness began too...well, the rehearsal stages that is. We went to see The Red Shoes at the Curve for Drama, and someone recognised me from a gig, which was adorable. One night Adam from Rock On The Rec gave me a call and asked me if I wanted to play a gig at The Musician in Leicester...so on the Thursday night of half term I did so, my first city gig - it felt awesome. The following day Scott took me to London bless him to see Lauren in Grease, and we ended up meeting her twice...bless him and his theatrical contacts.
November: Commemoration Day was like, the 3rd. I adore choir, so much. Next year it'll be so eerily different with all the current Year 13s missing. I know it was the 3rd, not because I'm sad, but because twas the date of my wedding, fool. Yes, the most romantic wedding of the year...with Burty as vicar, underneath pink umbrellas, in the rain, outside He Come Chippy. We had the reception before the ceremony. Bless my wife, and my best man who's not a man, and Ellingwoof, and Burty. BTEC panto really kicked off (although it always does, it's BTEC-related), and at the end of the month I played in West Side Story for my Dad, and dealt with beautiful flautists and snobby clarinetists. Also around this time, I quit the magazine. Bye bye co-editor status.
December: Ha, PANTO TIME. At first, it was looking shocking...apart from the band, we're awesome. Then...something clicked...and twas magically brilliant by the end of the week. Despite flying swords, collapsing music stands, illness and cringey speeches (given by me), it was a brilliant week. Just because I can't compliment her enough, I still can't believe what an awesome job Prime did as MD. The snow was insane though. I remember that much cos my dear father is OBSSESSED. We finished the week with an awesome (if very very very late) curry for the band, and then I went back with my wife (WAHEY) and the following day we had a choir gig at Ullesthorpe Garden Centre. More hilarity. Then...coursework hell for the rest of term. It was a LONG term. A long, cold term. We had the Christmas Concert too, In Ducli Jubilo, Primemas and of COURSE a quiet, family Christmas...but I blogged about that recently, I have 14 minutes left, and I'm tired.
So...what now for 2011? Burty texted me earlier saying she was worried about it...exams, both AS and musical, and then starting our final EVER year, and looking at UCAS...not to mention the insane amount of people leaving.
I'm friends with a crazy number of people in the year above, with the downside being they'll all leave before me, and I'm going to miss them SO SO SO SO SO much. Next year will feel so strange, I keep saying it and I don't want to believe it.
Recently I've realised just how close my close friends are, in particular the someone who has proved to be my absolute best friend (you know who you are! :P)...I'm going to miss her more than she could know.
But then, as several doors close, many will open and all that jazz. This has been a long 'un, but I can't apologise...tis my blog ;)
2011. Bring it on.
Friday, 31 December 2010
Friday, 24 December 2010
Twas the night before Christmas...
....when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, apart from my brother and I.
He's sat watching Polar Express (his own little Christmas Eve tradition) and I'm sat on Facebook, Skype and MSN listening to Rhodes' Bullets and Lullabies...
It may be Christmas Eve, but despite how much I've said I WILL feel Christmasy...I'm still not feeling particularly festive at all.
In fact, in a pretty depressing way, this is the least festive I've ever felt :/ And I LOVE Christmas!
We didn't even go to the Crib Service at church tonight for the first time in my LIFE :O
My brother has demanded I stay awake with him till about 1am. Fool. Not quite sure how I'm going to occupy myself and keep awake. Maybe I'll just continue in this fashion...
However, for now, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night :)
He's sat watching Polar Express (his own little Christmas Eve tradition) and I'm sat on Facebook, Skype and MSN listening to Rhodes' Bullets and Lullabies...
It may be Christmas Eve, but despite how much I've said I WILL feel Christmasy...I'm still not feeling particularly festive at all.
In fact, in a pretty depressing way, this is the least festive I've ever felt :/ And I LOVE Christmas!
We didn't even go to the Crib Service at church tonight for the first time in my LIFE :O
My brother has demanded I stay awake with him till about 1am. Fool. Not quite sure how I'm going to occupy myself and keep awake. Maybe I'll just continue in this fashion...
However, for now, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night :)
Thursday, 23 December 2010
5 ft 11 in her socks, she'd have to stand you on a box, not appropriate behaviour...
So, I've never been crazily into classical (or indeed baroque, romantic, 20th century etc etc for you pedantic fellow musical geeks) piano repertoire before, and then I came across this dude:
www.jamesrhodes.tv
So, he's like, a classical pianist....with the drug-fuelled past of a rock star....and the looks of one too.
But he is SO passionate. And dedicated. All of a sudden I'm well into all this Beethoven and Bach business, and it was ever only really Chopin or Debussy before.
Some of this music is so delicious though, it could melt in the mouth. Or maybe just on the ears?
I've found myself ploughing through this incredible Beethoven sonata with my unpolished Grade 5 skills, which is daring as hell, but it's not just the music I've fallen for...it's the backstory. When Beethoven wrote this music, he'd just started going deaf, and he channelled his frustration, passion, desperation and depression all into this one composition...
...and to me, that is mind-blowing. As James says himself on his programme, about the 3rd movement: "How could a man so desperate and surrounded by such chaos write something so eternal?"
Today, twas dearest Prime's day of birth, and now she's all an official adult and that :/ I FEEL SO YOUNG NEXT TO HER NOW. And small. But nothing changes there...
Tis also Christmas Eve Eve.....but I'm not feeling too Christmasy at all. Maybe I AM getting old after all.
www.jamesrhodes.tv
So, he's like, a classical pianist....with the drug-fuelled past of a rock star....and the looks of one too.
But he is SO passionate. And dedicated. All of a sudden I'm well into all this Beethoven and Bach business, and it was ever only really Chopin or Debussy before.
Some of this music is so delicious though, it could melt in the mouth. Or maybe just on the ears?
I've found myself ploughing through this incredible Beethoven sonata with my unpolished Grade 5 skills, which is daring as hell, but it's not just the music I've fallen for...it's the backstory. When Beethoven wrote this music, he'd just started going deaf, and he channelled his frustration, passion, desperation and depression all into this one composition...
...and to me, that is mind-blowing. As James says himself on his programme, about the 3rd movement: "How could a man so desperate and surrounded by such chaos write something so eternal?"
Today, twas dearest Prime's day of birth, and now she's all an official adult and that :/ I FEEL SO YOUNG NEXT TO HER NOW. And small. But nothing changes there...
Tis also Christmas Eve Eve.....but I'm not feeling too Christmasy at all. Maybe I AM getting old after all.
Wednesday, 22 December 2010
If I give up living a lie...
So, last night we had an amazing Skype session. And tonight, Skype has globally crashed.
WASN'T US.
All this video-calling reminds me of summer. Such a while back now :/
We broke up yesterday! :) From school, not my wife and I...happy birthday wife... Basically all I did was sing in assemblies, play bass in wrong keys, injure myself lugging amps around school, sit in a violently competitive quiz, escape school early, and pig out on chocolate. Interesting last day, then.
Then, it snowed overnight. A LOT, apparently.
Then today, I got shoved out of bed at stupid o' clock cos we had a random visitor, and then I sat and did nothing.
Well, I lie, I sat and wrapped Prime's birthday/Christmas offerings. It took most of the mid-afternoon, believe me. I utterly FAIL at Christmas wrapping.
Tomorrow I know 6 people with birthdays! :O RIDICULOUS!
I just asked Ellen if I was Emma Watson. It's the eyebrows.
HMMM, for an early Christmas present we downloaded the new acoustic Elliot Minor album. It's like eating chocolate covered in melted chocolate covered in dark melted chocolate sitting inside a chocolate fountain of Galaxy.
In short, delicioisly surreal.
Alex from Elliot Minor has in fact been in contact with me after I sent him a song of mine. Fingers crossed for something to come out of it...I'm constantly checking my emails...
Also been in contact with this West End guy Paul Spicer about giving me lessons in performance before my conservatoire auditions. £25 an hour which is good, I just have to get down to South East London. HAHAHAHA I have no clue how.
Almost Christmas boys and girls!
WASN'T US.
All this video-calling reminds me of summer. Such a while back now :/
We broke up yesterday! :) From school, not my wife and I...happy birthday wife... Basically all I did was sing in assemblies, play bass in wrong keys, injure myself lugging amps around school, sit in a violently competitive quiz, escape school early, and pig out on chocolate. Interesting last day, then.
Then, it snowed overnight. A LOT, apparently.
Then today, I got shoved out of bed at stupid o' clock cos we had a random visitor, and then I sat and did nothing.
Well, I lie, I sat and wrapped Prime's birthday/Christmas offerings. It took most of the mid-afternoon, believe me. I utterly FAIL at Christmas wrapping.
Tomorrow I know 6 people with birthdays! :O RIDICULOUS!
I just asked Ellen if I was Emma Watson. It's the eyebrows.
HMMM, for an early Christmas present we downloaded the new acoustic Elliot Minor album. It's like eating chocolate covered in melted chocolate covered in dark melted chocolate sitting inside a chocolate fountain of Galaxy.
In short, delicioisly surreal.
Alex from Elliot Minor has in fact been in contact with me after I sent him a song of mine. Fingers crossed for something to come out of it...I'm constantly checking my emails...
Also been in contact with this West End guy Paul Spicer about giving me lessons in performance before my conservatoire auditions. £25 an hour which is good, I just have to get down to South East London. HAHAHAHA I have no clue how.
Almost Christmas boys and girls!
Monday, 20 December 2010
I've got so much to think about...
Just got back from the Post 16 Awards evening to sing for 10 minutes. Pointless really, like the rest of the day.
Didn't even get a chance to see all last year's leavers....and one particular person everyone was keen to see seems to have turned into a right snob over 3 months. Damn, thought better of him. Let's hope we're all wrong!
About 6 of us turned up for choir too! 3 ex-choristers joined us again however...the legend is true, once you join choir, you NEVER leave. The men outnumbered women for the first time in recent choir history however.
So pointless day...Music first, nothing ever happens anyway. Movie Pictionary in Philosophy, double English was supposed to be looking through drafts and marks and that, but come on...talking about romanticals and Christmas is far more exciting.
One. More. Day.
Didn't even get a chance to see all last year's leavers....and one particular person everyone was keen to see seems to have turned into a right snob over 3 months. Damn, thought better of him. Let's hope we're all wrong!
About 6 of us turned up for choir too! 3 ex-choristers joined us again however...the legend is true, once you join choir, you NEVER leave. The men outnumbered women for the first time in recent choir history however.
So pointless day...Music first, nothing ever happens anyway. Movie Pictionary in Philosophy, double English was supposed to be looking through drafts and marks and that, but come on...talking about romanticals and Christmas is far more exciting.
One. More. Day.
Sunday, 19 December 2010
She took a light and left me in the dark....eh-yehh...
I'm waiting.
I'm waiting for talkative people.
I'm waiting for school to finish.
I'm waiting to feel remotely Christmas-y.
I'm waiting for the post.
I'm waiting for chocolate to magically reappear in the fridge.
I'm waiting for a bit of sanity.
I'm waiting for important email replies. From legendary people. About music.
I'm not sad at all.
Except, I'm finding it hard to come to terms with the fact I actually quite like this new McFly song. DAMN. Going against my musical beliefs :|
Select few McFly songs are my guilty pleasures, however much I hate to admit it.
I do ADORE the Back to the Future trilogy however. I must watch it all some point over Christmas....anyone want to join me, maybe?
2 days to endure.
I'm waiting for talkative people.
I'm waiting for school to finish.
I'm waiting to feel remotely Christmas-y.
I'm waiting for the post.
I'm waiting for chocolate to magically reappear in the fridge.
I'm waiting for a bit of sanity.
I'm waiting for important email replies. From legendary people. About music.
I'm not sad at all.
Except, I'm finding it hard to come to terms with the fact I actually quite like this new McFly song. DAMN. Going against my musical beliefs :|
Select few McFly songs are my guilty pleasures, however much I hate to admit it.
I do ADORE the Back to the Future trilogy however. I must watch it all some point over Christmas....anyone want to join me, maybe?
2 days to endure.
Thursday, 16 December 2010
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it...
No need to get the violins out, but I feel SO DAMN LONELY right now. Where the HELL is everyone?
I really like this Olly Murs song. Is that a bad thing?
Need a break so bad :/ But every day up till the end of term is still SO important :/ Absolutely fed up and in need of a permenant hug. Any takers?
Today's just been such a rollercoaster. Blehhhh.
Christmas really couldn't come any sooner!
I really like this Olly Murs song. Is that a bad thing?
Need a break so bad :/ But every day up till the end of term is still SO important :/ Absolutely fed up and in need of a permenant hug. Any takers?
Today's just been such a rollercoaster. Blehhhh.
Christmas really couldn't come any sooner!
Sunday, 12 December 2010
What a shame, I could have been your lover...
Sunday evening.
1 week and a bit left.
One more concert, an ugly pile of coursework, more snow on the way and a hellish amount of Christmas shopping to do.
Everything's just dragging now :/ Give us a break?!?! Let us have Kit-Kats and all?!?!
Haha, whenever I see Kit-Kat, it makes me think of Cabaret or whatever the musical is where they have that club. And that in turn makes me think of the Cat Scratch Club in Rent....oh, Rent.
I do adore that particular masterpiece, but I've recently found myself as director/musical director for a (heavily!) reduced production of it at school....and I'm terrified; it's my directorial debut on both the dramatical and musical sides. Rehearsals are occasionally fun, occasionally stressy, occasionally concerning, occasionally enlightening....I've had Eureka moments, I've ALREADY had the obligatory directorial commitment/focus rant, I've had panic moments...and I'm still trying to secure a venue and a date(s). ARGH pressure!
Certain people have already surprised me though...I can certainly see the rewarding side of directing, even at a relatively early stage :)
Worried we'll run out of time though :S
And I still (apparently) have a band to get together!
Feeling a bit of deja vu right now.
My speakers keep crackling out :S THEY CAN'T BREAK! I need my musical doses :O
Currently trying to kill some time waiting for people to appear online...feel pretty lonely, everyone else online is 'away', or 'busy'. Mehhhh. Maybe I could go to bed and catch up on some of the sleep I've lost to recent shows and the like...but I'd rather wait.
Apparently Matt just won the X Factor. Guess that means that some sort of slight justice prevails, he WAS the only vaguely original contestant.
I swear blind I will never go on one of those shows however, they make a mockery of the music business :/ Makes me angry to think of the poor, hardworking souls who are bloody talented but can't get anywhere because manufactured, sickly-sweet, plastic-faced carbon copies are being boosted to the top of the charts by that Cowell man and his money-obsessed chart factory...(woah, long-winded sentence, I need a breath)
I actually wrote a whole article on this for the magazine this time last year...woah, how time flies :|
Well backing the Cage Against The Machine campaign this year though....if you haven't heard John Cage's 4:33, go and listen to it all, it's such a brilliant, inspiring piece of music...
Make sure you listen to all of it, course.
1 week and a bit left.
One more concert, an ugly pile of coursework, more snow on the way and a hellish amount of Christmas shopping to do.
Everything's just dragging now :/ Give us a break?!?! Let us have Kit-Kats and all?!?!
Haha, whenever I see Kit-Kat, it makes me think of Cabaret or whatever the musical is where they have that club. And that in turn makes me think of the Cat Scratch Club in Rent....oh, Rent.
I do adore that particular masterpiece, but I've recently found myself as director/musical director for a (heavily!) reduced production of it at school....and I'm terrified; it's my directorial debut on both the dramatical and musical sides. Rehearsals are occasionally fun, occasionally stressy, occasionally concerning, occasionally enlightening....I've had Eureka moments, I've ALREADY had the obligatory directorial commitment/focus rant, I've had panic moments...and I'm still trying to secure a venue and a date(s). ARGH pressure!
Certain people have already surprised me though...I can certainly see the rewarding side of directing, even at a relatively early stage :)
Worried we'll run out of time though :S
And I still (apparently) have a band to get together!
Feeling a bit of deja vu right now.
My speakers keep crackling out :S THEY CAN'T BREAK! I need my musical doses :O
Currently trying to kill some time waiting for people to appear online...feel pretty lonely, everyone else online is 'away', or 'busy'. Mehhhh. Maybe I could go to bed and catch up on some of the sleep I've lost to recent shows and the like...but I'd rather wait.
Apparently Matt just won the X Factor. Guess that means that some sort of slight justice prevails, he WAS the only vaguely original contestant.
I swear blind I will never go on one of those shows however, they make a mockery of the music business :/ Makes me angry to think of the poor, hardworking souls who are bloody talented but can't get anywhere because manufactured, sickly-sweet, plastic-faced carbon copies are being boosted to the top of the charts by that Cowell man and his money-obsessed chart factory...(woah, long-winded sentence, I need a breath)
I actually wrote a whole article on this for the magazine this time last year...woah, how time flies :|
Well backing the Cage Against The Machine campaign this year though....if you haven't heard John Cage's 4:33, go and listen to it all, it's such a brilliant, inspiring piece of music...
Make sure you listen to all of it, course.
Thursday, 9 December 2010
"They call it 'musical comedy', I call it BAD."
Oh, dearest friends. Oh dearest, dearest friends. IT HAS BEEN TOO LONG.
I did it. I hacked through the undergrowth of my ridiculously insane schedule after half-term, and now I've pretty much reached the safe side! Apart from hectic coursework times and the Christmas Concert before we break up...
Oh flippin' heck, I'm popular, the phone's off. 'Brb' dudes.
Oh, twas just someone else's status I was foolish enough to comment on, tis all. I'm not popular :'(
Erm, I'll 'briefly comment' on the last number of weeks, because going back through the dreaded undergrowth would be highly unproductive.
BTEC Panto started awfully, but when it finished last week it was pure brilliance. West Side Story was a bit of an effort, but most of the band were lovely and the bass amp they gave me was pretty incredible.
Rent's not going TOO bad either! My directorial debut and all ;)...I sense it'll all become highly stressful there soon enough however.
I've also just played my first Big Band concert at DMH this week! Nothing beats the thud of your bass-playing thundering through a beautiful, refined concert venue ;)...
This week's been fairly lonely though; mother dearest kindly buggered off to Finland (?!) out of the blue (alright for some), and it seems everyone else hurried on over to Oxford for random interviews. Next year is going to be WEIRD if these last few days are anything to go by - except Mother dearest isn't moving to Finaland or anything.
Hmm. What else?
Re-ignited my love for the genius that is the work of Gilbert and Sullivan. No clue? Get out of my house.
It's almost Christmas, doh. You know what that means? Mince pies, Christmas Tree Festival, Ullesthorpe Garden Centre times....
YES YES YES, the BEST time of year for Choir! ;) He Commmmmme has been well and truly dug out, as has Torches (such a dangerous song), and my mind was pretty much blown by the fact choir were IN the garden centre. Match in Christmas-heaven for me (interesting pun that...Christmas and heaven...HO HO HO).
TWAS HILARIOUS.
Getting an EVEN BIGGER bass amp for Christmas too. Cosnidering my neighbours can't deal with barking dogs, me playing Hysteria with the bass EQ up will also be HILARIOUS.
I swear I've spent even more time up in the Music tower recently....I'm so sad. Started looking at unis and conservatoires to apply for as well to do Music, but I feel too young to be doing so :| I swear 5 minutes ago I was on Year 7 induction...
I'm leaving now, because I'm tired, and a tired Taylor usually means any more blogging would be nothing more than waffle. See, I've started already...
Maybe I'll promise to blog a bit more often from now on now the chaos is over? Maybe? Maaaaaaybe?
Don't miss me too much ;)....
I did it. I hacked through the undergrowth of my ridiculously insane schedule after half-term, and now I've pretty much reached the safe side! Apart from hectic coursework times and the Christmas Concert before we break up...
Oh flippin' heck, I'm popular, the phone's off. 'Brb' dudes.
Oh, twas just someone else's status I was foolish enough to comment on, tis all. I'm not popular :'(
Erm, I'll 'briefly comment' on the last number of weeks, because going back through the dreaded undergrowth would be highly unproductive.
BTEC Panto started awfully, but when it finished last week it was pure brilliance. West Side Story was a bit of an effort, but most of the band were lovely and the bass amp they gave me was pretty incredible.
Rent's not going TOO bad either! My directorial debut and all ;)...I sense it'll all become highly stressful there soon enough however.
I've also just played my first Big Band concert at DMH this week! Nothing beats the thud of your bass-playing thundering through a beautiful, refined concert venue ;)...
This week's been fairly lonely though; mother dearest kindly buggered off to Finland (?!) out of the blue (alright for some), and it seems everyone else hurried on over to Oxford for random interviews. Next year is going to be WEIRD if these last few days are anything to go by - except Mother dearest isn't moving to Finaland or anything.
Hmm. What else?
Re-ignited my love for the genius that is the work of Gilbert and Sullivan. No clue? Get out of my house.
It's almost Christmas, doh. You know what that means? Mince pies, Christmas Tree Festival, Ullesthorpe Garden Centre times....
YES YES YES, the BEST time of year for Choir! ;) He Commmmmme has been well and truly dug out, as has Torches (such a dangerous song), and my mind was pretty much blown by the fact choir were IN the garden centre. Match in Christmas-heaven for me (interesting pun that...Christmas and heaven...HO HO HO).
TWAS HILARIOUS.
Getting an EVEN BIGGER bass amp for Christmas too. Cosnidering my neighbours can't deal with barking dogs, me playing Hysteria with the bass EQ up will also be HILARIOUS.
I swear I've spent even more time up in the Music tower recently....I'm so sad. Started looking at unis and conservatoires to apply for as well to do Music, but I feel too young to be doing so :| I swear 5 minutes ago I was on Year 7 induction...
I'm leaving now, because I'm tired, and a tired Taylor usually means any more blogging would be nothing more than waffle. See, I've started already...
Maybe I'll promise to blog a bit more often from now on now the chaos is over? Maybe? Maaaaaaybe?
Don't miss me too much ;)....
Tuesday, 2 November 2010
You're the saddest bunch I've ever met...
Fancy a quickie?
OH YOU AND YOUR FILTHY MIND.
A quick POST.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yioVmqlt2Fk
Just, basically (no pun intended)....*awe*
OH YOU AND YOUR FILTHY MIND.
A quick POST.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yioVmqlt2Fk
Just, basically (no pun intended)....*awe*
Sunday, 31 October 2010
Roooock me Amadeus.
So I'm supposed to be doing something....but I can't remember what. And therefore I'm breaking the system and BLOGGING for once.
BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG.
My Spotify is back working after weeks of NOT working...I've found all my summer playlists and memories are a-flooding back :O
I'd try and recap what's happened since my last post, but I REALLY can't be bothered. All you need to know is that I've now embarked on the crazy half term before Christmas, during which I have at least 3 concerts, 2 full-on productions, my own production to plan and rehearse, and a load of schoolwork including lots of eviil coursework-y bits. All on top of general life and chaos.
Tis Halloween tonight, if you didn't know. You know how I spent my last Halloween? Singing the Faure Requiem in a church in posh Uppingham. How am I spending my next weekend? Singing the Durufle Requiem in a church in posh Uppingham.
SUCH A COOL TEEN WITH SUCH A FUN LIFE.
My Mum has (literally) closed the curtains on any more potential trick-or-treaters tonight, so now my Dad is terrified the yobs are gonna egg us.
Want another example of my cool, fun teenage life? I've just discovered it's beautiful to get revenge on people you want to get revenge on by reciting words of Latin masses and requiems to them.
ET IN TERRA PAX leaves them simply, beautifully baffled, and you feel awesome :D
Go on, I dare you. Plonk Gloria, on your ex. GO FORTH WITH THE POWER OF PLONK. Works a treat.
I can't believe all that and Man in the Mirror and sushi paste and minibus were back in FEBRUARY :| Feels like so long ago...
Barstow reckons we're back on track with our masterpiece of a musical, by the way. WEST END, I HEAR YOUR CALL. AGAIN. SORT OF. Mehhh.
I'm literally terrified at how quick time is running away with itself again. We're currently doing BTEC panto rehearsals and stuff AGAIN, and on Wednesday it's Commemoration Day - AGAIN?!?!?! Where did the year go?!
I don't want to grow up anymore, it's too scary.
BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG.
My Spotify is back working after weeks of NOT working...I've found all my summer playlists and memories are a-flooding back :O
I'd try and recap what's happened since my last post, but I REALLY can't be bothered. All you need to know is that I've now embarked on the crazy half term before Christmas, during which I have at least 3 concerts, 2 full-on productions, my own production to plan and rehearse, and a load of schoolwork including lots of eviil coursework-y bits. All on top of general life and chaos.
Tis Halloween tonight, if you didn't know. You know how I spent my last Halloween? Singing the Faure Requiem in a church in posh Uppingham. How am I spending my next weekend? Singing the Durufle Requiem in a church in posh Uppingham.
SUCH A COOL TEEN WITH SUCH A FUN LIFE.
My Mum has (literally) closed the curtains on any more potential trick-or-treaters tonight, so now my Dad is terrified the yobs are gonna egg us.
Want another example of my cool, fun teenage life? I've just discovered it's beautiful to get revenge on people you want to get revenge on by reciting words of Latin masses and requiems to them.
ET IN TERRA PAX leaves them simply, beautifully baffled, and you feel awesome :D
Go on, I dare you. Plonk Gloria, on your ex. GO FORTH WITH THE POWER OF PLONK. Works a treat.
I can't believe all that and Man in the Mirror and sushi paste and minibus were back in FEBRUARY :| Feels like so long ago...
Barstow reckons we're back on track with our masterpiece of a musical, by the way. WEST END, I HEAR YOUR CALL. AGAIN. SORT OF. Mehhh.
I'm literally terrified at how quick time is running away with itself again. We're currently doing BTEC panto rehearsals and stuff AGAIN, and on Wednesday it's Commemoration Day - AGAIN?!?!?! Where did the year go?!
I don't want to grow up anymore, it's too scary.
Tuesday, 5 October 2010
Just don't let go or you may drown...
Well, blogger has gone a little dead of late. I'm a fine one to talk, neglecting it all. BUT I HAVE BEEN A BUSY CHAPPIE, so it's all with good reason.
Although, looking at the silent horizon of this very website, I doubt anyone's even left to read this post.
My eyebrow has a strange twitch, it is strange. It flickers.
So, my excuses for being busy (in no particular order)? In the last 5 weeks of school, on top of general work, I've managed to become director/MD for a HEAVILY cut down version of Rent, become bass player for at least 4 different things (Big Band in Lestaaaa, Concert Band, BTEC Panto with awesomeful Laura as MD and then West Side Story with my Dad) - I'm drowning in sheet music - I've been asked to play a big acoustic charity gig at The Musician in half term, I've quit my editorial role at the magazine, I've been asked to sing with a strange choir at posh Uppingham again, I've been replaced by HER, I've been endlessly confused, I've been to London twice and asked out to go a 3rd time, been to Bedford twice, had the cousins over 3 times, visited my Grandma near 9 times, agreed to get married at Lutto Lights at He Come Chippy, been offered a free photoshoot, made someone cry for me accidentally by talking about an idiot, had a few ingenious choir rehearsals, had some eventful panini-filled frees in the green caf, a condom thrown at me by some obviously very mature Year 11s, confirmed my first work teaching singing, done a few open evening nights, seen my idol live, realised my idol uses the same music stands that we do in M5, almost blown up M5 and the music tower with a bass amp, had a visit from the lovely Ailish, done mash-ups of Taylor Swift and Vivaldi with Ellingwoof, revealed sub-plots in Ibsen plays involving doors and Christmas trees, sung Disney songs in English classrooms, watched the A Level/BTEC drama war kick off for Year 12, learnt about the philosophical wonders of blue chairs, penguins and categories, used 118 in Music lessons to discover the use of oboes as snake-charmers, discovered Bach was a hypocritical yet talented meanie, ordered a dozen uni prospectuses, learnt how to spell choreography right first time, written a new song which I don't even like, watched Andy the new drama teacher chase someone with a chair, run around repeatedly saying 'I'll make you a lovely breakfast in the morning', read the funniest but most damning theatre view ever, sat and listened to Vic Gray's mum's Wham ringtone go off in the ONLY serious moment in Avenue Q, had a heavenly lasagne at the pub, battled with memory sticks, realised I have actual money meaning I can shop like a teenager should, had an iTunes spree, realised I waste too much time, forgotten to blog....and then we've had the general polava of other school-ish bits and the like.
Am I excused now?
Although, looking at the silent horizon of this very website, I doubt anyone's even left to read this post.
My eyebrow has a strange twitch, it is strange. It flickers.
So, my excuses for being busy (in no particular order)? In the last 5 weeks of school, on top of general work, I've managed to become director/MD for a HEAVILY cut down version of Rent, become bass player for at least 4 different things (Big Band in Lestaaaa, Concert Band, BTEC Panto with awesomeful Laura as MD and then West Side Story with my Dad) - I'm drowning in sheet music - I've been asked to play a big acoustic charity gig at The Musician in half term, I've quit my editorial role at the magazine, I've been asked to sing with a strange choir at posh Uppingham again, I've been replaced by HER, I've been endlessly confused, I've been to London twice and asked out to go a 3rd time, been to Bedford twice, had the cousins over 3 times, visited my Grandma near 9 times, agreed to get married at Lutto Lights at He Come Chippy, been offered a free photoshoot, made someone cry for me accidentally by talking about an idiot, had a few ingenious choir rehearsals, had some eventful panini-filled frees in the green caf, a condom thrown at me by some obviously very mature Year 11s, confirmed my first work teaching singing, done a few open evening nights, seen my idol live, realised my idol uses the same music stands that we do in M5, almost blown up M5 and the music tower with a bass amp, had a visit from the lovely Ailish, done mash-ups of Taylor Swift and Vivaldi with Ellingwoof, revealed sub-plots in Ibsen plays involving doors and Christmas trees, sung Disney songs in English classrooms, watched the A Level/BTEC drama war kick off for Year 12, learnt about the philosophical wonders of blue chairs, penguins and categories, used 118 in Music lessons to discover the use of oboes as snake-charmers, discovered Bach was a hypocritical yet talented meanie, ordered a dozen uni prospectuses, learnt how to spell choreography right first time, written a new song which I don't even like, watched Andy the new drama teacher chase someone with a chair, run around repeatedly saying 'I'll make you a lovely breakfast in the morning', read the funniest but most damning theatre view ever, sat and listened to Vic Gray's mum's Wham ringtone go off in the ONLY serious moment in Avenue Q, had a heavenly lasagne at the pub, battled with memory sticks, realised I have actual money meaning I can shop like a teenager should, had an iTunes spree, realised I waste too much time, forgotten to blog....and then we've had the general polava of other school-ish bits and the like.
Am I excused now?
Saturday, 25 September 2010
Not an inch more room to self-destruct...
It's proabably a crime that I haven't blogged in yonks, but I'm not the only one guilty of it these days. *cough and dramatic point*
Last night I saw the real life JRB live in the actual flesh and he was incredible and I'm exhausted right now.
I seriously can't put down how amazing he was. I thought he'd be awesome, but he exceeded every expectation I had.
Hmmmm I love London <3
Last night I saw the real life JRB live in the actual flesh and he was incredible and I'm exhausted right now.
I seriously can't put down how amazing he was. I thought he'd be awesome, but he exceeded every expectation I had.
Hmmmm I love London <3
Wednesday, 8 September 2010
It didn't mean a thing but it meant quite a lot to me - meant too much I can see...
I must be pretty naive to think that everyone would be really honest and everything. Because I'm so damn perfect myself. Obviously. *cough*
I'm paaaaaast the upset stage, and now I'm just really fromaged off :) Really. REALLY.
See, I don't appreciate liars, hypocrites, people who don't stick to their word and/or people who suddenly back out on you for mysterious lovers. Or any combination of the above, whatever suits.
Being such an utter bitch to you makes it hurt more trying to have a conversation, but beggars can't be choosers. I want you to talk to me, it's just I'm not that important to you anymore so I'm just gonna kick up a jealous fuss in the corner instead :)
BUT ARGHHH, AT LEAST REPLY TO MY ANGSTY COMMENTS.
So school's okay apart from VT groups, pathetic houses and ridiculous timings of the day.
But everything I want to look forward is so indefinite and kicking about in the air waiting for confirmation. And being a very impatient idiot, that makes life SO frustrating right now.
Anyone have a spare TARDIS cos I'm begging to go back about 5 weeks?
PLUS the school choir at LC we're oh so dedicated to has been demoted to a 'chamber choir' due to our lack of actual singers. Do you know why? IN FAVOUR OF A GLEE CHOIR.
A GLEE CHOIR?!?!? A GLEEEEEEE CHOIRRRRRRR?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
The horror. Who needs a 'Glee Choir' - just look at our (comical) arrangement of Man In The Mirror...
On a happier note the week after JRB I'm flippin' well seeing Avenue Q innit? I'm looking forward to THAT, but financially I'm a-brickin' it. BRING ON THE MUSICAL (PAID) WORK.
I'm paaaaaast the upset stage, and now I'm just really fromaged off :) Really. REALLY.
See, I don't appreciate liars, hypocrites, people who don't stick to their word and/or people who suddenly back out on you for mysterious lovers. Or any combination of the above, whatever suits.
Being such an utter bitch to you makes it hurt more trying to have a conversation, but beggars can't be choosers. I want you to talk to me, it's just I'm not that important to you anymore so I'm just gonna kick up a jealous fuss in the corner instead :)
BUT ARGHHH, AT LEAST REPLY TO MY ANGSTY COMMENTS.
So school's okay apart from VT groups, pathetic houses and ridiculous timings of the day.
But everything I want to look forward is so indefinite and kicking about in the air waiting for confirmation. And being a very impatient idiot, that makes life SO frustrating right now.
Anyone have a spare TARDIS cos I'm begging to go back about 5 weeks?
PLUS the school choir at LC we're oh so dedicated to has been demoted to a 'chamber choir' due to our lack of actual singers. Do you know why? IN FAVOUR OF A GLEE CHOIR.
A GLEE CHOIR?!?!? A GLEEEEEEE CHOIRRRRRRR?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
The horror. Who needs a 'Glee Choir' - just look at our (comical) arrangement of Man In The Mirror...
On a happier note the week after JRB I'm flippin' well seeing Avenue Q innit? I'm looking forward to THAT, but financially I'm a-brickin' it. BRING ON THE MUSICAL (PAID) WORK.
Sunday, 5 September 2010
I thought of you as everytng I ever had but couldn't keep...
Oh WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL.
End of summer? Whatever.
I'm getting a cold, I don't know if it's August or September, I don't want to go back tomorrow, I'm still hurting Cathy-style, and all my West Side Story bass dreams have been horrendously crushed by the arrival of the score and a run through today.
OH MY GOD BERNSTEIN, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO MAKE IT IMPOSSIBLE??
So yeah, not in a good mood.
Been in touch with this local recording studio (previously used by The Prodigy amongst others, wahey) and got given a quote. £23 an hour, which is actually pretty good (...I think/hope) considering the facilities and services. I dunnooooo. I'll have to work bloody fast to single-handedly sing and play piano, bass, guitar and drums to cheaply get 4/5 songs recorded.
So when I finally get this little EP done and out on iTunes, you're buying it, end of.
It will actually take me years to decide what songs I'm recording though. I'M SO INDECISIVE.
Summer Rain is pretty much a definite, given its cult status in my house. EURGH.
Off to go lie on the floor and moan about insignificant rubbish. BYE.
End of summer? Whatever.
I'm getting a cold, I don't know if it's August or September, I don't want to go back tomorrow, I'm still hurting Cathy-style, and all my West Side Story bass dreams have been horrendously crushed by the arrival of the score and a run through today.
OH MY GOD BERNSTEIN, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO MAKE IT IMPOSSIBLE??
So yeah, not in a good mood.
Been in touch with this local recording studio (previously used by The Prodigy amongst others, wahey) and got given a quote. £23 an hour, which is actually pretty good (...I think/hope) considering the facilities and services. I dunnooooo. I'll have to work bloody fast to single-handedly sing and play piano, bass, guitar and drums to cheaply get 4/5 songs recorded.
So when I finally get this little EP done and out on iTunes, you're buying it, end of.
It will actually take me years to decide what songs I'm recording though. I'M SO INDECISIVE.
Summer Rain is pretty much a definite, given its cult status in my house. EURGH.
Off to go lie on the floor and moan about insignificant rubbish. BYE.
Sunday, 29 August 2010
Throw down your gun, you might shoot yourself, or is that what you're trying to do?
Okay, no more cryptic blogging, and if I DO happen to indulge in a few rather enigmatic posts, I'd rather no one ask me about them anymore, okie dokie? :)
I appreciate you're lovely and being nice and everything, but if I haven't written it here, chances are I don't want to talk about it in any more depth.
My blog is my platform to rant and the like, and it means no one in theory HAS to listen to it, because (hopefully) you're not being forced to read this here 'drivel'.
It also doubles up as a virtual landfill site to dump all the cra...crazy stuff in my head.
And OHO there's a lot of that at the moment. Caffiene does strange things to me right now :| I think I'm tripping on coke..but the coke you get in a can and it's filled with eww-ish additives and chemicals etc etc?
In reality, I have nothing interesting to say to you tonight. Ta-rah all :)
I appreciate you're lovely and being nice and everything, but if I haven't written it here, chances are I don't want to talk about it in any more depth.
My blog is my platform to rant and the like, and it means no one in theory HAS to listen to it, because (hopefully) you're not being forced to read this here 'drivel'.
It also doubles up as a virtual landfill site to dump all the cra...crazy stuff in my head.
And OHO there's a lot of that at the moment. Caffiene does strange things to me right now :| I think I'm tripping on coke..but the coke you get in a can and it's filled with eww-ish additives and chemicals etc etc?
In reality, I have nothing interesting to say to you tonight. Ta-rah all :)
Saturday, 28 August 2010
Soon you'd leave me, off you would go in the mist of day...
Such a hardcore teenager I am.
Just been down ravin' to the proms like, Rodgers and Hammerstein, it's good sheeeeyat innit?
It's like, my Mum told me earlier I needed to do more 'teenage' things. I think she means she actually wants me to go out and get drunk and stuff. WTH.
It was almost as cringeworthy as the conversation we had at dinner about gay and lesbian teenagers, and how they can't possibly know how they feel or who they are. Please excuse me while I just go SCREAM ON THE ROOF.
Leachy boy just asked me for fashion advice. Oh, dear dear Stephen. Dear, dear misguided Stephen.
Wouldn't Gok Wan make a good Angel in Rent?
Argh as much as I obsess over new music theatre and the wonders of JRB etc etc etc, nothing beats traditional Broadway stuffs. If you don't know who Rodgers and Hammerstein are and you call yourself a musical theatre actor/actress, go slap yourself with a fish. HUH LEACHY BOY HUH? ;)
Today I spent a lot of money I shouldn't have spent. Maybe that makes me slightly more like the average teenager instead?
NO FEAR, I'm actually getting off my musical backside again and I'm throwing my CV around in various directions hoping for a response. Both my parents are convinced I'd get paid gooooood doing local singing teaching too, so I'm becoming a singing teacher. (They were SO enthsiastic earlier about me becoming one, twas most odd.)
Any takers for eing my first students? I'LL BRING BISCUITS?
Rather incredible last night celebrating Ellingwoof's momentous 16th.
Sadly the pictures of me are rather disturbing; I'd recommend you don't look at them if you don't want to be ill.
Had a proper good larrrrrrrf with the insane lunatics Ellingwoof managed to let loose from the asylum for the night. I do LOVE that bunch of people.
And ELlingwoof, in response to your blog, on behalf of Burty and myself, I must say we got swept up in the heat of the musical moment and had no idea we had to wait for the CD to sing Happy Birthday as well. Apologies.
We were going to sing it in harmony and in Turkish, but y'know, time and all. Maybe next year?
So earlier I was lonely and ended up watching the X Factor. Good God. I didn't think it could get much worse, I WAS SO VERY VERY WRONG.
But Katy Perry has pretty eyes and Louis is an idiot and he makes me laugh with his idiocy.
The fact they've admitted using autotune on the acts however is sickening. It's like when they use it on Glee when they don't even need it, EW EW EW.
Eurgh, started sorting out all my school stuff this afternoon. SO DEPRESSING. I love my disgustingly lazy summer routine :/
Just been down ravin' to the proms like, Rodgers and Hammerstein, it's good sheeeeyat innit?
It's like, my Mum told me earlier I needed to do more 'teenage' things. I think she means she actually wants me to go out and get drunk and stuff. WTH.
It was almost as cringeworthy as the conversation we had at dinner about gay and lesbian teenagers, and how they can't possibly know how they feel or who they are. Please excuse me while I just go SCREAM ON THE ROOF.
Leachy boy just asked me for fashion advice. Oh, dear dear Stephen. Dear, dear misguided Stephen.
Wouldn't Gok Wan make a good Angel in Rent?
Argh as much as I obsess over new music theatre and the wonders of JRB etc etc etc, nothing beats traditional Broadway stuffs. If you don't know who Rodgers and Hammerstein are and you call yourself a musical theatre actor/actress, go slap yourself with a fish. HUH LEACHY BOY HUH? ;)
Today I spent a lot of money I shouldn't have spent. Maybe that makes me slightly more like the average teenager instead?
NO FEAR, I'm actually getting off my musical backside again and I'm throwing my CV around in various directions hoping for a response. Both my parents are convinced I'd get paid gooooood doing local singing teaching too, so I'm becoming a singing teacher. (They were SO enthsiastic earlier about me becoming one, twas most odd.)
Any takers for eing my first students? I'LL BRING BISCUITS?
Rather incredible last night celebrating Ellingwoof's momentous 16th.
Sadly the pictures of me are rather disturbing; I'd recommend you don't look at them if you don't want to be ill.
Had a proper good larrrrrrrf with the insane lunatics Ellingwoof managed to let loose from the asylum for the night. I do LOVE that bunch of people.
And ELlingwoof, in response to your blog, on behalf of Burty and myself, I must say we got swept up in the heat of the musical moment and had no idea we had to wait for the CD to sing Happy Birthday as well. Apologies.
We were going to sing it in harmony and in Turkish, but y'know, time and all. Maybe next year?
So earlier I was lonely and ended up watching the X Factor. Good God. I didn't think it could get much worse, I WAS SO VERY VERY WRONG.
But Katy Perry has pretty eyes and Louis is an idiot and he makes me laugh with his idiocy.
The fact they've admitted using autotune on the acts however is sickening. It's like when they use it on Glee when they don't even need it, EW EW EW.
Eurgh, started sorting out all my school stuff this afternoon. SO DEPRESSING. I love my disgustingly lazy summer routine :/
Thursday, 26 August 2010
Your nightmares paint the silence...
This guy I know (and some of you dear readers may know him too) is an absolute legend. When I first heard about him, I hated him, and I didn't even know him...but we won't go into the reasons why. Then, he introduced himself to me last year, and (despite me being somewhat wary at first) we've always got on well since. I guess it helps he's a damn fine musician too.
I can come to him in any mood, with any problem, have pretty much any conversation with this guy, and yet I've never had the pleasure of meeting him in person. I guess that helps in a way when it comes to confiding in him though.
The thing I like most about this guy? His awesome advice. Tonight he's told me what he thinks the best solution is for my current 'situation', and I know he's right about it. Can I follow it through? I'm not so sure.
I also adore the fact he'll find me the most incredible songs, and he'll just KNOW I'll like them. If music was crack, he'd be my dealer.
No one else was really going to get me to listen to Metallica and Killswitch Engage, tbh.
OH MY GOD, my results have been so versatile. Not only have they got me taken out for a beautiful meal (that got gatecrashed by LC science teachers), they're also paying for my bus fare next week, BUT MOST EXCITINGLY AHHHHHHHHHHHH....
They've got me tickets to see my musical GOD Mr Jason Robert Brown.
Yes, JRB. The one I'm obsessed with. Jazz/theatre genius who wrote The Last 5 Years. AND he's playing in London, and I actually adore London. I don't care how much I had to pay for myself, I'm sure it'll be well worth it.
THEY CAME IN THE POST TODAY.
4 weeks tomorrow.
SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO excited.
In other news, today I became a white van (wo)man. Basically ma grand-mere is moving house next week, and it's a new place so she's getting rid of ALL her old furniture. We've come off pretty well though; we've got 2 new, much comfier sofas (compared to, as described by my brother, the 'old 1989 concrete benches' that used to reside in the lounge) a few chairs, a new double bed and a desk :)
There was one catch. We had to go and get it all.
*Hilarity and comedy sketch-style antics ensue.*
My Dad (bless his heart and soul) hired a little white van and then somehow I got coaxed with money into getting up at 8am (otherwise known as stupid o' clock, ewww). So there was my Dad, my brother and I all bobbing along down the road in this little white van, making countless journies to and from Harborough all morning, and in between journeys shoving sofas through doorways and throwing mattresses down stairs. Seriously, some parts were pretty damn comical, even by OUR standards.
I have to say I think I know where I get my streak of stupidity from now. We were in the van and my Dad was like 'Hmm, why isn't there a rearview mirror? We'll have to go back and get one...'
I was the one to point out there obviously wouldn't be one inside a van, with the huge actual storage part behind us and no window. THAT'S WHY THERE ARE HUGE WINGMIRRORS ARGH.
Next time he teases me about bushes I'll use this as a reminder.
The next few (hundred) lines I feel must be recorded for historical purposes, however I must say if you were not present at the LC End of Term Concert this year, don't bother reading it because you will be extremely confused and even more convinced of my lunatic status.
HA, knew you'd be more inspired to read it now.
My brother seemed to subconsciously know I needed a good larrrrf, and he came to me the other day telling me he'd written a story entitled 'ROYYY invades the world' (remember the scary metal band that kept screaming ROYYY and Barstow was like 'Who's Roy?' and I just thought he needed some Strepsils?)
It basically starts off with Ellingwoof bumping into this ROYYY character (who I assume is the guitarist guy) who screams ROYYY at her and she turns into 'a ROYYY'...but, as my brother points out, in glasses. Burty then tries to rescue Ellingwoof to the tune of Batman, except it goes NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA BURTONNNNN, and they ride in a Burtonmobile. But alas, ROYYY also turns Burty into a banjo-playing, hat-wearing ROYYY. ROYYY then goes on MSN and speaks to someone online. He sends them a file and they open it and it screams ROY ROY ROYYY (in 3D coming out of the screen, my brother points out) and turns them into a 'ROYYY'.
ROYYY invades the world. Summer Rain becomes Summer ROYYYY (and Ellingwoof raps on it about Twitter - this was rather amusing because according to my brother all rap music features 'WE SHUT IT DOWWWWN' and 'INNIT' and 'JASON DERUUUUULO' and numerous echoes), Facebook becomes ROYYY-Book, and Toy Story becomes ROYYY Story.
All this he made up, and somehow he managed to feature loads of people we knew in it and it was geniunely hilarious. I cried so much that night :')
Trying to read Hamlet for Lit (LOL almost wrote Hamley, something's rotten in the state of Denmark, it ain't no toy shop brother).
It's SO BLOODY DEPRESSING. Plus, every time I finish reading a scene I find my head starts to talk all Shakespearean and the like, and yesterday I tried to send a text after but it was plain odd talking like that...
Now the only question that remains for me tonight is do I follow the seemingly best advice or do I continue to wait? Last time things didn't end too well.
This has been a ramble. *hands bag of apologies*
I can come to him in any mood, with any problem, have pretty much any conversation with this guy, and yet I've never had the pleasure of meeting him in person. I guess that helps in a way when it comes to confiding in him though.
The thing I like most about this guy? His awesome advice. Tonight he's told me what he thinks the best solution is for my current 'situation', and I know he's right about it. Can I follow it through? I'm not so sure.
I also adore the fact he'll find me the most incredible songs, and he'll just KNOW I'll like them. If music was crack, he'd be my dealer.
No one else was really going to get me to listen to Metallica and Killswitch Engage, tbh.
OH MY GOD, my results have been so versatile. Not only have they got me taken out for a beautiful meal (that got gatecrashed by LC science teachers), they're also paying for my bus fare next week, BUT MOST EXCITINGLY AHHHHHHHHHHHH....
They've got me tickets to see my musical GOD Mr Jason Robert Brown.
Yes, JRB. The one I'm obsessed with. Jazz/theatre genius who wrote The Last 5 Years. AND he's playing in London, and I actually adore London. I don't care how much I had to pay for myself, I'm sure it'll be well worth it.
THEY CAME IN THE POST TODAY.
4 weeks tomorrow.
SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO excited.
In other news, today I became a white van (wo)man. Basically ma grand-mere is moving house next week, and it's a new place so she's getting rid of ALL her old furniture. We've come off pretty well though; we've got 2 new, much comfier sofas (compared to, as described by my brother, the 'old 1989 concrete benches' that used to reside in the lounge) a few chairs, a new double bed and a desk :)
There was one catch. We had to go and get it all.
*Hilarity and comedy sketch-style antics ensue.*
My Dad (bless his heart and soul) hired a little white van and then somehow I got coaxed with money into getting up at 8am (otherwise known as stupid o' clock, ewww). So there was my Dad, my brother and I all bobbing along down the road in this little white van, making countless journies to and from Harborough all morning, and in between journeys shoving sofas through doorways and throwing mattresses down stairs. Seriously, some parts were pretty damn comical, even by OUR standards.
I have to say I think I know where I get my streak of stupidity from now. We were in the van and my Dad was like 'Hmm, why isn't there a rearview mirror? We'll have to go back and get one...'
I was the one to point out there obviously wouldn't be one inside a van, with the huge actual storage part behind us and no window. THAT'S WHY THERE ARE HUGE WINGMIRRORS ARGH.
Next time he teases me about bushes I'll use this as a reminder.
The next few (hundred) lines I feel must be recorded for historical purposes, however I must say if you were not present at the LC End of Term Concert this year, don't bother reading it because you will be extremely confused and even more convinced of my lunatic status.
HA, knew you'd be more inspired to read it now.
My brother seemed to subconsciously know I needed a good larrrrf, and he came to me the other day telling me he'd written a story entitled 'ROYYY invades the world' (remember the scary metal band that kept screaming ROYYY and Barstow was like 'Who's Roy?' and I just thought he needed some Strepsils?)
It basically starts off with Ellingwoof bumping into this ROYYY character (who I assume is the guitarist guy) who screams ROYYY at her and she turns into 'a ROYYY'...but, as my brother points out, in glasses. Burty then tries to rescue Ellingwoof to the tune of Batman, except it goes NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA BURTONNNNN, and they ride in a Burtonmobile. But alas, ROYYY also turns Burty into a banjo-playing, hat-wearing ROYYY. ROYYY then goes on MSN and speaks to someone online. He sends them a file and they open it and it screams ROY ROY ROYYY (in 3D coming out of the screen, my brother points out) and turns them into a 'ROYYY'.
ROYYY invades the world. Summer Rain becomes Summer ROYYYY (and Ellingwoof raps on it about Twitter - this was rather amusing because according to my brother all rap music features 'WE SHUT IT DOWWWWN' and 'INNIT' and 'JASON DERUUUUULO' and numerous echoes), Facebook becomes ROYYY-Book, and Toy Story becomes ROYYY Story.
All this he made up, and somehow he managed to feature loads of people we knew in it and it was geniunely hilarious. I cried so much that night :')
Trying to read Hamlet for Lit (LOL almost wrote Hamley, something's rotten in the state of Denmark, it ain't no toy shop brother).
It's SO BLOODY DEPRESSING. Plus, every time I finish reading a scene I find my head starts to talk all Shakespearean and the like, and yesterday I tried to send a text after but it was plain odd talking like that...
Now the only question that remains for me tonight is do I follow the seemingly best advice or do I continue to wait? Last time things didn't end too well.
This has been a ramble. *hands bag of apologies*
Tuesday, 24 August 2010
I guess I'll wait another, but I will wait forever...
Guess the stresses of Hell Week and general Year 11-ness were all worth something then. Although I WAS convinced that they wouldn't have my envelope, because that would have to happen to me.
They proved me wrong, it was okay. Hope everyone's happy with what they got :)
2 A*s in Music and the 'other' English, 8 As and then a B in Graphics, which I very much expected since we never really knew what was happening;) I don't care about that at all, the lessons definitely are the highlights of my GCSE life.
So yeah, I'm really happy with the results :)
Wish I was geniuinely completely happy with things though. Still got this dragging ache at the back of my mind about something, but maybe if I'm patient we'll sort it. I goddamn hope we sort it soon. I'm never patient.
After 6 weeks or whatever I've finally started the holiday reading. Eurgh, I think I'd forgotten how to read. Almost done with the second book already though, WE'RE ON TRACK PEOPLE.
What else is there to report? Oho, the FREE CHARITY CONCERT WITH A BAR happened on Saturday. (I don't know why I continue to shout, there's not a lot to advertise anymore.)
Apart from a few minor stresses, slip ups and fluffed MJ covers on my part, it was a great night :) Becky reckons we raised almost £80 which is AWESOME considering it was all donations.
I don't think I'll be doing much tech work again in a hurry however.
A week on Monday we're back at school. 4 months today it's Christmas Eve.
They proved me wrong, it was okay. Hope everyone's happy with what they got :)
2 A*s in Music and the 'other' English, 8 As and then a B in Graphics, which I very much expected since we never really knew what was happening;) I don't care about that at all, the lessons definitely are the highlights of my GCSE life.
So yeah, I'm really happy with the results :)
Wish I was geniuinely completely happy with things though. Still got this dragging ache at the back of my mind about something, but maybe if I'm patient we'll sort it. I goddamn hope we sort it soon. I'm never patient.
After 6 weeks or whatever I've finally started the holiday reading. Eurgh, I think I'd forgotten how to read. Almost done with the second book already though, WE'RE ON TRACK PEOPLE.
What else is there to report? Oho, the FREE CHARITY CONCERT WITH A BAR happened on Saturday. (I don't know why I continue to shout, there's not a lot to advertise anymore.)
Apart from a few minor stresses, slip ups and fluffed MJ covers on my part, it was a great night :) Becky reckons we raised almost £80 which is AWESOME considering it was all donations.
I don't think I'll be doing much tech work again in a hurry however.
A week on Monday we're back at school. 4 months today it's Christmas Eve.
Wednesday, 18 August 2010
I guess I'll wait another week...
I kinda feel I've been cheating on my blog a bit with Twitter. Whoops.
Oh well, not like I have anything new to say, apart from THE CHARITY CONCERT WITH BECKY IS THIS SATURDAY AT CHEQUERS AT 7:30 AND ENTRY IS FREE AND THERE'S A BAR AND ARGH just go to it.
Rehearsed with Becky last night and I'm about to meet her again, and we have great plans and ohhhh I'M SO EXCITED SO JUST GO TO IT.
Oho, the power of caps lock.
Seriously, when people type in caps lock, it does actually take me by surprise and sometimes even scares me. I'm such an idiot.
Sort of like this whole semi-pro musician thing I've got going on now, now I'm (almost) getting paid for working my backside off musically. Maaaaan, all the stuff you do to try and get yourself known a bit.
Writing the songs is hard enough, let alone forcing people to listen to them.
Bass players, especially the female ones, are a rare breed indeed however, and so I've got 3 jobs nicely lined up and ready before Christmas now. OHO.
It was a good idea to pick up an amazing instrument only a few other people bother with.
I don't have many good ideas.
Only trouble is with this bass-playing lark is that my gear is SO heavy and this Taylor is weak. Meh.
I want a flying carpet. Now THAT'S a good idea.
I don't understand why my dog is so against the doorbell. Why can't she be a welcoming host to guests like the rest of us have to pretend to be, instead of deafening them within the first few moments they arrive at the house?
Elliot Minor HMMMMM <3
About 5 people are on MSN, and I'm lonely. This is like a record, usually about 172 people are online about now.
I'm gonna go sleep for a bit like the lazy so and so I am before rehearsal.
TA-RAH :)
Oh well, not like I have anything new to say, apart from THE CHARITY CONCERT WITH BECKY IS THIS SATURDAY AT CHEQUERS AT 7:30 AND ENTRY IS FREE AND THERE'S A BAR AND ARGH just go to it.
Rehearsed with Becky last night and I'm about to meet her again, and we have great plans and ohhhh I'M SO EXCITED SO JUST GO TO IT.
Oho, the power of caps lock.
Seriously, when people type in caps lock, it does actually take me by surprise and sometimes even scares me. I'm such an idiot.
Sort of like this whole semi-pro musician thing I've got going on now, now I'm (almost) getting paid for working my backside off musically. Maaaaan, all the stuff you do to try and get yourself known a bit.
Writing the songs is hard enough, let alone forcing people to listen to them.
Bass players, especially the female ones, are a rare breed indeed however, and so I've got 3 jobs nicely lined up and ready before Christmas now. OHO.
It was a good idea to pick up an amazing instrument only a few other people bother with.
I don't have many good ideas.
Only trouble is with this bass-playing lark is that my gear is SO heavy and this Taylor is weak. Meh.
I want a flying carpet. Now THAT'S a good idea.
I don't understand why my dog is so against the doorbell. Why can't she be a welcoming host to guests like the rest of us have to pretend to be, instead of deafening them within the first few moments they arrive at the house?
Elliot Minor HMMMMM <3
About 5 people are on MSN, and I'm lonely. This is like a record, usually about 172 people are online about now.
I'm gonna go sleep for a bit like the lazy so and so I am before rehearsal.
TA-RAH :)
Thursday, 12 August 2010
If only words broke windows...
So today was the day. First gig. In fact, first festival, too. Excited? Hell yes. Nervous? Definitely.
Pretty good day though in the end...apart from the storms. We certainly picked an interesting day weather-wise...
Think the actual set went okay, minus the first song, meh. But the tent was FUNKY (seriously, it was from funky tents.co.uk or something) and the crowd were good :) Some of the other acts were pretty awesome too (apart from the idiot band who tried to do Killing In The Name when we'd been told countless times fruity language was off limits...how stupid can you get?)
But yeah, even had a dressing room with a STAR ON THE DOOR :') Shared it with the 2 other acoustic acts who were lovely as well :)
Music and general art-ness introduces you to lovely lovely lovely people.
Bless Burty and Ellingwoof (i.e. the manager and publicist) for braving the rain and for coming all the way down to MH :')
Also saw someone we hadn't seen for AAAAAAAGES who we went High School with :) She greeted me with 'I'd forgotten how short you were'. NO COMMENT.
This new Hoosiers song is really growing on me.
Readers, I have sad news however. The Live Music Night at the Piano Room that was supposed to be next week has been CANCELLED due to lack of interest :/
It's so depressing throwing piles of tickets away.
Fingers crossed for a better response at Christmas or New Year?
So lonely tonight. WHERE IS EVERYONE?!?!?!
Really tired and in PAAAAAAIN. Ohh, how we must suffer for the art.
Now just have the charity concert to plan and rehearse for...Saturday 21st, Ullesthorpe blah blah blah FREE blah blah blah THERE'S A BAR.
It'll also be amusing because I think I'm doing sound as well at the moment. Things might blow up, so it might also turn into a free fireworks show.
I think I'll spend tomorrow sleeping and lazing first.
Pretty good day though in the end...apart from the storms. We certainly picked an interesting day weather-wise...
Think the actual set went okay, minus the first song, meh. But the tent was FUNKY (seriously, it was from funky tents.co.uk or something) and the crowd were good :) Some of the other acts were pretty awesome too (apart from the idiot band who tried to do Killing In The Name when we'd been told countless times fruity language was off limits...how stupid can you get?)
But yeah, even had a dressing room with a STAR ON THE DOOR :') Shared it with the 2 other acoustic acts who were lovely as well :)
Music and general art-ness introduces you to lovely lovely lovely people.
Bless Burty and Ellingwoof (i.e. the manager and publicist) for braving the rain and for coming all the way down to MH :')
Also saw someone we hadn't seen for AAAAAAAGES who we went High School with :) She greeted me with 'I'd forgotten how short you were'. NO COMMENT.
This new Hoosiers song is really growing on me.
Readers, I have sad news however. The Live Music Night at the Piano Room that was supposed to be next week has been CANCELLED due to lack of interest :/
It's so depressing throwing piles of tickets away.
Fingers crossed for a better response at Christmas or New Year?
So lonely tonight. WHERE IS EVERYONE?!?!?!
Really tired and in PAAAAAAIN. Ohh, how we must suffer for the art.
Now just have the charity concert to plan and rehearse for...Saturday 21st, Ullesthorpe blah blah blah FREE blah blah blah THERE'S A BAR.
It'll also be amusing because I think I'm doing sound as well at the moment. Things might blow up, so it might also turn into a free fireworks show.
I think I'll spend tomorrow sleeping and lazing first.
Sunday, 8 August 2010
Sat right down on broken roses...
*guilt at forgetti...I mean, not being able to post*
Blog. Blog blog blog blog blog blog blog blog.
Blog doesn't feel like a word anymore.
This is actually take 2 of this bloody post, oh I ADORE crashing and the lack of auto-save features on this here site.
Run out of water. Can I be bothered to boogie on downstairs and get more? No. I've been so utterly lazy this summer it's disgusting.
Erm, Rock On The Rec. Thursday. Yeah, come.
OOOO, more incentive to come to the Charity Concert...it's now free. FREE.
FREE FREE FREE FREE FREE FREE FREE.
21st August, 7:30, Chequers in Ullesthorpe...and it's free.
Well, we'll be asking for donations. For the charity, doh.
This is why I don't post in summer. I actually have nothing to write about. I'm so boring. So boring, in fact, I bore myself.
Myself myself myself myself myself myself myself....myself is no longer a word.
Blog. Blog blog blog blog blog blog blog blog.
Blog doesn't feel like a word anymore.
This is actually take 2 of this bloody post, oh I ADORE crashing and the lack of auto-save features on this here site.
Run out of water. Can I be bothered to boogie on downstairs and get more? No. I've been so utterly lazy this summer it's disgusting.
Erm, Rock On The Rec. Thursday. Yeah, come.
OOOO, more incentive to come to the Charity Concert...it's now free. FREE.
FREE FREE FREE FREE FREE FREE FREE.
21st August, 7:30, Chequers in Ullesthorpe...and it's free.
Well, we'll be asking for donations. For the charity, doh.
This is why I don't post in summer. I actually have nothing to write about. I'm so boring. So boring, in fact, I bore myself.
Myself myself myself myself myself myself myself....myself is no longer a word.
Monday, 2 August 2010
You're lonely, I'm lonely, we're lonely...there's nothing else left to say.
Feels like a few forevers have passed since I last did one of these here posts.
If I start to wander/rant/spout a load of rubbish more frequently than usual, you'll have to excuse me. Some of us got up at 3am this morning to be dragged down to Heathrow to send our mothers off to Prague.
Mean Girls on the way down, then MCR blaring out the radio at 5am. Beautiful. Obligatory Mcdonald's breakfast at 6, before driving home to Rent blasting out the stereo, and going back to bed at about 7. For 3 hours.
The rest of the day was spent Wii-ing - the games console, idiots - and general musicalness and laziness, as per usual.
Rock on the Rec is about 10 days away, which is terrifying, as I'm still putting a setlist together.
And Facebook tells me about 3 people, myself included, are attending the charity concert Becky and I are holding.
COME ON PEOPLE, move your backsides! £3.50 tickets, a bar and it's Ullesthorpe, not exactly the North Pole.
Most importantly, it's for charity. 'ave an 'art, guv'nor.
So soon Ellingwoof and I will be launching my official YouTube channel, exciting times. Not only will you be able to listen to my mediocre creavity, but you will also be able to endure my actual image at the same time! Aren't you in for a treat?
Elliungwoof is awesome so she's going to be filming some gig stuff and uplodaing it, because her vlogs are HILARIOUS and she's a real YouTube expert and the like.
Go find her channel - abzizkul.
OH OH OH also, I'm a fan of Avenue Q (the hilariously crude musical with puppets and awesome songs) on their official Facebook page, and every week they hold competitions where you finish quotes or make up captions or whatever...and I mindlessly entered one last week without really thinking about it; I think I was bored or whatever.
Then, today, out of the blue, I see I have a friend request from Trekkie Monster (this crazily furry monster character who has a rather adult obsession...all I'll say is he's featured heavily in a number entitled "The Internet is For PORN") which was pretty surreal in itself, and then he (well, erm, actually the official FB Avenue Q peoples) sent me a message telling me I'd won a poster signed by the current London cast....OH JOY OH RAPTURE UNFORESEEN :')
See, more logical unexpected stuff.
If I start to wander/rant/spout a load of rubbish more frequently than usual, you'll have to excuse me. Some of us got up at 3am this morning to be dragged down to Heathrow to send our mothers off to Prague.
Mean Girls on the way down, then MCR blaring out the radio at 5am. Beautiful. Obligatory Mcdonald's breakfast at 6, before driving home to Rent blasting out the stereo, and going back to bed at about 7. For 3 hours.
The rest of the day was spent Wii-ing - the games console, idiots - and general musicalness and laziness, as per usual.
Rock on the Rec is about 10 days away, which is terrifying, as I'm still putting a setlist together.
And Facebook tells me about 3 people, myself included, are attending the charity concert Becky and I are holding.
COME ON PEOPLE, move your backsides! £3.50 tickets, a bar and it's Ullesthorpe, not exactly the North Pole.
Most importantly, it's for charity. 'ave an 'art, guv'nor.
So soon Ellingwoof and I will be launching my official YouTube channel, exciting times. Not only will you be able to listen to my mediocre creavity, but you will also be able to endure my actual image at the same time! Aren't you in for a treat?
Elliungwoof is awesome so she's going to be filming some gig stuff and uplodaing it, because her vlogs are HILARIOUS and she's a real YouTube expert and the like.
Go find her channel - abzizkul.
OH OH OH also, I'm a fan of Avenue Q (the hilariously crude musical with puppets and awesome songs) on their official Facebook page, and every week they hold competitions where you finish quotes or make up captions or whatever...and I mindlessly entered one last week without really thinking about it; I think I was bored or whatever.
Then, today, out of the blue, I see I have a friend request from Trekkie Monster (this crazily furry monster character who has a rather adult obsession...all I'll say is he's featured heavily in a number entitled "The Internet is For PORN") which was pretty surreal in itself, and then he (well, erm, actually the official FB Avenue Q peoples) sent me a message telling me I'd won a poster signed by the current London cast....OH JOY OH RAPTURE UNFORESEEN :')
See, more logical unexpected stuff.
Wednesday, 28 July 2010
Hold your breath, count to ten, fall apart and start again...
*insert sarcastic comment about the logical unexpected and keeping my mouth shut*
You know the drill...
12th August - Rock on the Rec, Harborough
20th August - Live Music Night, The Piano Room (Lutterworth)
21st August - Charity Concert with Becky, Ullesthorpe
Really can't be bothered to shove the details up there tonight, I'm sure you know where to find them by now though...
If you're even still interested...if you were even interested to start with...
Anyone left NOW?! Give us a wave?...
You know the drill...
12th August - Rock on the Rec, Harborough
20th August - Live Music Night, The Piano Room (Lutterworth)
21st August - Charity Concert with Becky, Ullesthorpe
Really can't be bothered to shove the details up there tonight, I'm sure you know where to find them by now though...
If you're even still interested...if you were even interested to start with...
Anyone left NOW?! Give us a wave?...
Tuesday, 27 July 2010
We'll taste the coffee houses...
I love how my Spotify goes from Ke$ha to Nine, this could only happen to me. DON'T SHOOT ME. There is a reason I'm listening to Ke$ha, come along to the Charity Concert with Becky and you might find out why...
This post's title is from one of my favourite songs EVER, 'Piazza, New York Catcher' by Belle and Sebastian (it's also used in Juno). Seemed an appropriate quote considering my day was pretty caffiene-fuelled.
I took the looooong long bus journey up to Hinckley today so Roz could shoot me...just with her camera, course. She's not a murderer.
Seemed a good deal really...my profiles now look better and she gets a load of new stuff for her portfolio :)
And her results are awesome...
Our current favourite. LOL.
She's brilliant, go go go to reginald-tribianni.deviantart.com for more of her stuff :)
We even got caught in some SUMMER RAIN. Haha..hahahha...
I feel like I'm at the Oscars. I'd now like to thank Ellingwoof for the kind donation of her guitar capo, now Costa has near bankrupted me...again.
OH OH OH, new gig people :) Live Music Night, Friday 20th August, The Piano Room in Lutterworth...it's £10 a ticket, but this also includes fancy free food and a disco.
Lol, disco. Makes think of the GCSE revision song...
Maybe, just MAYBE one day my blog will be about something less musical?
This post's title is from one of my favourite songs EVER, 'Piazza, New York Catcher' by Belle and Sebastian (it's also used in Juno). Seemed an appropriate quote considering my day was pretty caffiene-fuelled.
I took the looooong long bus journey up to Hinckley today so Roz could shoot me...just with her camera, course. She's not a murderer.
Seemed a good deal really...my profiles now look better and she gets a load of new stuff for her portfolio :)
And her results are awesome...
Our current favourite. LOL.
She's brilliant, go go go to reginald-tribianni.deviantart.com for more of her stuff :)
We even got caught in some SUMMER RAIN. Haha..hahahha...
I feel like I'm at the Oscars. I'd now like to thank Ellingwoof for the kind donation of her guitar capo, now Costa has near bankrupted me...again.
OH OH OH, new gig people :) Live Music Night, Friday 20th August, The Piano Room in Lutterworth...it's £10 a ticket, but this also includes fancy free food and a disco.
Lol, disco. Makes think of the GCSE revision song...
Maybe, just MAYBE one day my blog will be about something less musical?
Monday, 26 July 2010
How do you document real life, when real life's getting more like fiction each day?
Okay, I have nothing to put here since I'm pretty boring and have done pretty much nothing.
For the next few weeks, I warn you, these random posts from me that pop up on your 'dashboard' will just be me virtually prodding you about various gigs I've somehow acquired.
*breathe*
12th August. Rock On the Rec, Symington's Rec, Market Haborough. A load of bands and artists are around from 4:30-9 but if you want to make ME happy, I'm onstage in the acoustic tent at around 6:45 for probably about half an hour. If I don't get thrown off.
The best thing? The entire festival is FREE. WOO.
All us acts for it have just got an email through from the organsiers, telling us it's an alcohol-free zone and that we can't swear.
*rewrites a crude version of Summer Rain*
21st August. Chequers Country Inn, Ullesthorpe. 7:30-9ish. Becky Orton and I. All for charity, £3.50 tickets.
Becky's about to go away, so terrifyingly I seem to be in charge of things for this at the moment. Oh God. Just come for us, okay?! Please?!
And no Ellingwoof, sadly you're not allowed to bring objects to throw at me.
www.reverbnation.com/bethanytaylor
I feel like a part of my childhood is over. I saw Toy Story 3 today, finally. Ohhhh bless Woody and Buzz.
For the next few weeks, I warn you, these random posts from me that pop up on your 'dashboard' will just be me virtually prodding you about various gigs I've somehow acquired.
*breathe*
12th August. Rock On the Rec, Symington's Rec, Market Haborough. A load of bands and artists are around from 4:30-9 but if you want to make ME happy, I'm onstage in the acoustic tent at around 6:45 for probably about half an hour. If I don't get thrown off.
The best thing? The entire festival is FREE. WOO.
All us acts for it have just got an email through from the organsiers, telling us it's an alcohol-free zone and that we can't swear.
*rewrites a crude version of Summer Rain*
21st August. Chequers Country Inn, Ullesthorpe. 7:30-9ish. Becky Orton and I. All for charity, £3.50 tickets.
Becky's about to go away, so terrifyingly I seem to be in charge of things for this at the moment. Oh God. Just come for us, okay?! Please?!
And no Ellingwoof, sadly you're not allowed to bring objects to throw at me.
www.reverbnation.com/bethanytaylor
I feel like a part of my childhood is over. I saw Toy Story 3 today, finally. Ohhhh bless Woody and Buzz.
Wednesday, 21 July 2010
"I'm more of a man than you'll ever be, and more of a woman than you'll ever get."
YES, as we speak, I'm converting someone else to Rent. This is good. Very good.
VIVA LA VIE BOHEME.
Rock On the Rec, 12th August, 4:30 - 9:00, Symington's Rec, Market Harborough. IT IS NOW FREE.
Charity Concert, 21st August, 7:30 - 9:00, Chequer's Country Inn at Ullesthorpe. £3.50 COME COME COME PEOPLE :)
Few more possible jobs being lined up now too :) OHO The things we do for love.
Hmm, yes, let's give that more emphasis. The things we do for love, indeed.
VIVA LA VIE BOHEME.
Rock On the Rec, 12th August, 4:30 - 9:00, Symington's Rec, Market Harborough. IT IS NOW FREE.
Charity Concert, 21st August, 7:30 - 9:00, Chequer's Country Inn at Ullesthorpe. £3.50 COME COME COME PEOPLE :)
Few more possible jobs being lined up now too :) OHO The things we do for love.
Hmm, yes, let's give that more emphasis. The things we do for love, indeed.
Tuesday, 20 July 2010
The air is humming...
So, at the moment, life has decided to COMPLETELY jump up and surprise me.
Like, I return from the end of term concert last week to find on Facebook I had a friend request and a message from someone I haven't spoken to (for various reasons)for 3 years. It was surreal but great, and we sat and had an hour long conversation.
You know what? Didn't feel awkward at all.
And then, my exam results came through for singing. Permission to brag?
91/100, giving me a good distinction. Grade 8? Bloody hell. Think the examiner was hiding a spliff under the table or something...seriously though, maaaaan I was so happy when I found out.
And THEN, last night I got told something COMPLETELY unexpected. And as I said to the person in question, I think it's time I started expecting the logical unexpected, because it's when you don't expect it to happen that all the amazing and/or bizarre stuff DOES happen.
Am I making any sense? No?
How's about this for making sense...Leachy boy just gave me a detailed story about his 10 year old self and a piano stool. Yeah, THAT really didn't make much sense to me, but the sheer level of bizarre-ness was brilliant.
I felt bad for not blogging, so here ends my post.
The logical unexpected, people. Go look up more Beethoven quotes.
Like, I return from the end of term concert last week to find on Facebook I had a friend request and a message from someone I haven't spoken to (for various reasons)for 3 years. It was surreal but great, and we sat and had an hour long conversation.
You know what? Didn't feel awkward at all.
And then, my exam results came through for singing. Permission to brag?
91/100, giving me a good distinction. Grade 8? Bloody hell. Think the examiner was hiding a spliff under the table or something...seriously though, maaaaan I was so happy when I found out.
And THEN, last night I got told something COMPLETELY unexpected. And as I said to the person in question, I think it's time I started expecting the logical unexpected, because it's when you don't expect it to happen that all the amazing and/or bizarre stuff DOES happen.
Am I making any sense? No?
How's about this for making sense...Leachy boy just gave me a detailed story about his 10 year old self and a piano stool. Yeah, THAT really didn't make much sense to me, but the sheer level of bizarre-ness was brilliant.
I felt bad for not blogging, so here ends my post.
The logical unexpected, people. Go look up more Beethoven quotes.
Wednesday, 14 July 2010
You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows...
Burty, the title of this blog is dedicated to you and our Mchugh History lessons and general Bob Dylan-ness and your banjo.
It's amazing how one VERY unexpected message can completely change so much :) Pretty happy right now. Huge weight off the shoulders and, as the other person in question said, it should've happened a long time ago.
I have decided, this summer I shall begin learning the trumpet.
Ahhh The Corrs! :) I'd forgotten how amazing this band were. We used to listen to them ALL the time in the good ol' days....*sigh* the GOOD ol' days...
:O 2 GIGS FINALLY CONFIRMED PEOPLE.
FIRST...12th August - Rock on the Rec in Market Harborough (at a time yet to be confirmed but between 4:30 and 9)), in the acoustic tent on Symingtons Rec. WAHEY.
And then...21st August - Charity Concert with the one and only Becky Orton at Chequers Country Inn at Ullesthorpe, in aid of Leicester Animal Aid :) We have AMAZING plans for this. Tickets are £3.50 and are/supposedly will be from myself, Becky or Chequers.
It's all pretty exciting...those of you who are blessed with the delivery of the Swift Flash every Wednesday might just see our names on the front cover next week. LORDY IT'S LIKE WE'RE FAMOUS.
Please try and come if you can, especially to the charity one...it'd be lovely to see as many people as possible :)
Even if you hate the music, just bring earplugs and come for the bar or something.
Talking of concerts, twas the end of term one last night...many words could describe it, but I think it's best summed up by ROYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.
WHO IS ROY?!?!?!?! I'm going to offer that poor guitarist boy a lozenge, he had a VERY bad throat it sounded.
Apparently that's what that genre is all about, but I'm not sure.
Man in the Mirror wasn't a COMPLETE failure though, Ailish and I did well not to fall off the stage what with the ridiculous miniture gap Mr Dr left us between where we were and the edge of the stage.
Personally, I believe the stupidest moment of the night was when I had NO idea Laura and I were sneaking out quite as early as we were to do a presentation, so I frantically had to try and climb over the front row to get out. Thing was, as most of you will know, I'm not particularly graceful, and pretty short...and my legs just couldn't reach the damn ground, could they.
After I'd avoided kicking Harriet in the face by doing some Matrix-style roundhouse kick, I then lost my shoe and had to run along the front with said shoe in hand.
OH LORDY.
Glad I provided you with entertainment though, Ellingwoof. I could hear you laughing ALL the way out :P
It's amazing how one VERY unexpected message can completely change so much :) Pretty happy right now. Huge weight off the shoulders and, as the other person in question said, it should've happened a long time ago.
I have decided, this summer I shall begin learning the trumpet.
Ahhh The Corrs! :) I'd forgotten how amazing this band were. We used to listen to them ALL the time in the good ol' days....*sigh* the GOOD ol' days...
:O 2 GIGS FINALLY CONFIRMED PEOPLE.
FIRST...12th August - Rock on the Rec in Market Harborough (at a time yet to be confirmed but between 4:30 and 9)), in the acoustic tent on Symingtons Rec. WAHEY.
And then...21st August - Charity Concert with the one and only Becky Orton at Chequers Country Inn at Ullesthorpe, in aid of Leicester Animal Aid :) We have AMAZING plans for this. Tickets are £3.50 and are/supposedly will be from myself, Becky or Chequers.
It's all pretty exciting...those of you who are blessed with the delivery of the Swift Flash every Wednesday might just see our names on the front cover next week. LORDY IT'S LIKE WE'RE FAMOUS.
Please try and come if you can, especially to the charity one...it'd be lovely to see as many people as possible :)
Even if you hate the music, just bring earplugs and come for the bar or something.
Talking of concerts, twas the end of term one last night...many words could describe it, but I think it's best summed up by ROYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.
WHO IS ROY?!?!?!?! I'm going to offer that poor guitarist boy a lozenge, he had a VERY bad throat it sounded.
Apparently that's what that genre is all about, but I'm not sure.
Man in the Mirror wasn't a COMPLETE failure though, Ailish and I did well not to fall off the stage what with the ridiculous miniture gap Mr Dr left us between where we were and the edge of the stage.
Personally, I believe the stupidest moment of the night was when I had NO idea Laura and I were sneaking out quite as early as we were to do a presentation, so I frantically had to try and climb over the front row to get out. Thing was, as most of you will know, I'm not particularly graceful, and pretty short...and my legs just couldn't reach the damn ground, could they.
After I'd avoided kicking Harriet in the face by doing some Matrix-style roundhouse kick, I then lost my shoe and had to run along the front with said shoe in hand.
OH LORDY.
Glad I provided you with entertainment though, Ellingwoof. I could hear you laughing ALL the way out :P
Friday, 9 July 2010
We're cruddy juvenile delinquents. So that's what we give 'em.
GEEEEEEEEEEEEE Officer Krupke, my dentist must hate me for some unknown reason.
Today I had to get up at stupid o' clock to go for 3 fillings (it should be noted this ISN'T because I'm bad with the sugar thing, apparently it's the 'anatomy of my teeth') and when I got there she told me I wouldn't need an injection since the cavaties were so small.
So she did the first 2 and it was quick, simple and painless.
She then takes a look the other side of my mouth and started drilling. 'Hmm, it's going to be deeper than I thought. It might be a bit sensitive.'
A few minutes later and twas pure 'owww'. SO not fair. I would've probably hit that infamous high C if I hadn't clung on to the chair for dear life and crossed my legs in a very interesting way.
At least she apologised?
Right now I can't even eat or drink on that side of my mouth cos it's all tingly and the like :/
GOD Miss Dental Person, at least judge it properly before you tell me it'll be painless.
Then went out for lunch with that father o' mine, bless him, he had the day off today but I'm not sure why, twas some kind of training day but they'd already had the training so they didn't have to go in?
Things are a bit odd there at the moment anyway.
STOP MAKING ME WANT CHOCOLATE, THERE IS NONE IN THE HOUSE :/
Still worried about the singing exam; I have a really bad feeling about it since the examiner was acting all weird and I dunno...I just don't feel too good. He kept shaking his head, and my Dad said it was probably just a nervous twitch, but I doubt it because at times he was actually nodding or conducting along with the music...
I bet he'll be stupidly picky because it's Grade 8 and because sometimes I'm not as technical as I probably should be.
He was actually quite young for an examiner.
My Dad's just told me he'll hopefully be emailed the results on Monday. OH LORDY.
OHHHHHHHHHHH dreading it! :/ Not just saying that, either.
I'm so sad, it's got to the point where I'm blasting out Phineas and Ferb songs via Spotify.
God bless Spotify.
I can still sort of feel the drill on that tooth. EWWWWWWWWWWW.
Today I had to get up at stupid o' clock to go for 3 fillings (it should be noted this ISN'T because I'm bad with the sugar thing, apparently it's the 'anatomy of my teeth') and when I got there she told me I wouldn't need an injection since the cavaties were so small.
So she did the first 2 and it was quick, simple and painless.
She then takes a look the other side of my mouth and started drilling. 'Hmm, it's going to be deeper than I thought. It might be a bit sensitive.'
A few minutes later and twas pure 'owww'. SO not fair. I would've probably hit that infamous high C if I hadn't clung on to the chair for dear life and crossed my legs in a very interesting way.
At least she apologised?
Right now I can't even eat or drink on that side of my mouth cos it's all tingly and the like :/
GOD Miss Dental Person, at least judge it properly before you tell me it'll be painless.
Then went out for lunch with that father o' mine, bless him, he had the day off today but I'm not sure why, twas some kind of training day but they'd already had the training so they didn't have to go in?
Things are a bit odd there at the moment anyway.
STOP MAKING ME WANT CHOCOLATE, THERE IS NONE IN THE HOUSE :/
Still worried about the singing exam; I have a really bad feeling about it since the examiner was acting all weird and I dunno...I just don't feel too good. He kept shaking his head, and my Dad said it was probably just a nervous twitch, but I doubt it because at times he was actually nodding or conducting along with the music...
I bet he'll be stupidly picky because it's Grade 8 and because sometimes I'm not as technical as I probably should be.
He was actually quite young for an examiner.
My Dad's just told me he'll hopefully be emailed the results on Monday. OH LORDY.
OHHHHHHHHHHH dreading it! :/ Not just saying that, either.
I'm so sad, it's got to the point where I'm blasting out Phineas and Ferb songs via Spotify.
God bless Spotify.
I can still sort of feel the drill on that tooth. EWWWWWWWWWWW.
Thursday, 8 July 2010
I can hardly stay up...but I can't get to sleep.
Ignore Ailish. It's OBVIOUSLY all her fault that I can't do the 'choreography' for Man in the Mirror and make confused faces which puts her off and makes her collapse in hysterics.
Obviously.
Hideous, evil singing exam today. Think the pieces were generally okay (apart from the Faure, I love the guy but I could never breathe with those phrases), but the aural was...interesting?
It was basically 'let's make up a story about this piece he's playing and smile and pretend I know what I'm on about.'
Sight-singing was quite the pantomime; I'm sure I started and finished on the right notes, but what happened in between I'm not sure, twas a very high-pitched blur.
OH WELL. Tis done. Can't do anymore now.
That's another set of results I'm now waiting for :/
And then to top off the wonders, my Dad went and booked my dentist appointment first thing tomorrow morning, YAY 3 fillings.
For me, summer SHALL start next Wednesday. Damn musical self and concerts.
Obviously.
Hideous, evil singing exam today. Think the pieces were generally okay (apart from the Faure, I love the guy but I could never breathe with those phrases), but the aural was...interesting?
It was basically 'let's make up a story about this piece he's playing and smile and pretend I know what I'm on about.'
Sight-singing was quite the pantomime; I'm sure I started and finished on the right notes, but what happened in between I'm not sure, twas a very high-pitched blur.
OH WELL. Tis done. Can't do anymore now.
That's another set of results I'm now waiting for :/
And then to top off the wonders, my Dad went and booked my dentist appointment first thing tomorrow morning, YAY 3 fillings.
For me, summer SHALL start next Wednesday. Damn musical self and concerts.
Friday, 2 July 2010
The sound of Panic is horrible. It's the worst sound in the world; it sounds like amateurs and fools.
So, my views on vertical tutor grouping are already getting more and more derogatory and I'm not even back yet.
Reasons? Like the majority of Lutterworth's prospective Year 12 this evening I logged back onto the network to see which form I've been FORCED into now they've put the lists up for all to see.
And while everyone else parties over on Facebook about how they're with such and such and so and so....I know about 3 names in my new 'yay happy families let's all love each other and look good on OFSTED reports' VT group... and then again these 'names' and I have never really had a conversation. Did these 'names' even EXIST lastt year?!?!
It's not exactly filled me with enthusiasm about next week.
More than anything, I'm intrigued to discover who this mysterious JA character is as they appear to be my new tutor.
So I've just read this amazing debate on JRB's website about copyright and how people who illegally sell/trade/download etc their music are causing so much damage to the music and theatre industries. He gets very passionate over it.
But the damn man is giving teenagers a bad name. Some of us *cough* actually BUY our sheet music. Some of the fine youth of today CARE.
I never claimed to be a saint. Occasionally I will have downloaded songs maybe I should've paid for. But I've always tried to make up for it somehow. Honest. I have seen the error of my ways now that I realise what it means, and since part of me wants to be in the industry myself.
See, for example, when Barstow and I become little known theatre legends (the JRBs and Jonathan Larson's of our time - except I'm less of a man) with Little Dorrit (LOL) and people start illegally putting our masterpieces on the internet for people to download, we'll get pretty upset and annoyed. How else will I be able to pay off my mammoth student loan debts and pay for the 7 houses I desire?
People argue that this easier way of file-sharing gets the artists more recognition. That it's not fair on people who can't afford it to make them pay silly amounts. People say most of the artists don't need the cash because they're already super rich.
NOT ALL THE ROYALTIES GO TO THE ARTISTS. And not all artists are super rich either. A load of bands just starting out or who are on the less well-known indie scenes can't break even and won't be able to keep going. They'll break up their bands instead and go work in McDonalds.
But it's not all about the artists. There are hundreds of jobs within the music industry we don't consider each time we listen to a new song or switch on the radio or go to a concert.
Think about Fred Bloggs who sits in his office at Ellen Records all day sorting through the artwork for MC Ellingwoof's latest megahit (an interesting example, I know...). Fred Bloggs is going to lose his job when the budget at Ellen Records gets too tight and they can't go on. Fred Jr won't have a happy Christmas, Fred Sr will get depressed, and Mrs Fred will comfort-eat and have to go to Weight Watchers the following year.
Seriously, PR people, techies, office-like people, people who do the album artwork, runners, financial peoples, law peoples...you get the picture.
Mrs JRB put it in a nutshell when she said on her own blog what a shame it is that the people who love music so much are the people who are destroying it by breaking copyright law and not respecting the system.
Was a pretty amazing debate though :) Sorry for the partial lecture :)
Onto more theatrical ramblings....SHREK IS FINALLY OFFICIALLY COMING TO LONDON! :D :D :D
I've heard lots of it and it's hilarious and amazing...when we were in NYC we tried to get tickets but it was too damn popular (so was Wicked...lol, Wicked..popular...pun?!?!).
I hope to TODD they cast Michael Ball as Shrek.
It's my Grandma's birthday today. I doubt that she reads this (and would probably be a little bemused and scared if she does), but Happy Birthday Grandmaaaaaa.
Reasons? Like the majority of Lutterworth's prospective Year 12 this evening I logged back onto the network to see which form I've been FORCED into now they've put the lists up for all to see.
And while everyone else parties over on Facebook about how they're with such and such and so and so....I know about 3 names in my new 'yay happy families let's all love each other and look good on OFSTED reports' VT group... and then again these 'names' and I have never really had a conversation. Did these 'names' even EXIST lastt year?!?!
It's not exactly filled me with enthusiasm about next week.
More than anything, I'm intrigued to discover who this mysterious JA character is as they appear to be my new tutor.
So I've just read this amazing debate on JRB's website about copyright and how people who illegally sell/trade/download etc their music are causing so much damage to the music and theatre industries. He gets very passionate over it.
But the damn man is giving teenagers a bad name. Some of us *cough* actually BUY our sheet music. Some of the fine youth of today CARE.
I never claimed to be a saint. Occasionally I will have downloaded songs maybe I should've paid for. But I've always tried to make up for it somehow. Honest. I have seen the error of my ways now that I realise what it means, and since part of me wants to be in the industry myself.
See, for example, when Barstow and I become little known theatre legends (the JRBs and Jonathan Larson's of our time - except I'm less of a man) with Little Dorrit (LOL) and people start illegally putting our masterpieces on the internet for people to download, we'll get pretty upset and annoyed. How else will I be able to pay off my mammoth student loan debts and pay for the 7 houses I desire?
People argue that this easier way of file-sharing gets the artists more recognition. That it's not fair on people who can't afford it to make them pay silly amounts. People say most of the artists don't need the cash because they're already super rich.
NOT ALL THE ROYALTIES GO TO THE ARTISTS. And not all artists are super rich either. A load of bands just starting out or who are on the less well-known indie scenes can't break even and won't be able to keep going. They'll break up their bands instead and go work in McDonalds.
But it's not all about the artists. There are hundreds of jobs within the music industry we don't consider each time we listen to a new song or switch on the radio or go to a concert.
Think about Fred Bloggs who sits in his office at Ellen Records all day sorting through the artwork for MC Ellingwoof's latest megahit (an interesting example, I know...). Fred Bloggs is going to lose his job when the budget at Ellen Records gets too tight and they can't go on. Fred Jr won't have a happy Christmas, Fred Sr will get depressed, and Mrs Fred will comfort-eat and have to go to Weight Watchers the following year.
Seriously, PR people, techies, office-like people, people who do the album artwork, runners, financial peoples, law peoples...you get the picture.
Mrs JRB put it in a nutshell when she said on her own blog what a shame it is that the people who love music so much are the people who are destroying it by breaking copyright law and not respecting the system.
Was a pretty amazing debate though :) Sorry for the partial lecture :)
Onto more theatrical ramblings....SHREK IS FINALLY OFFICIALLY COMING TO LONDON! :D :D :D
I've heard lots of it and it's hilarious and amazing...when we were in NYC we tried to get tickets but it was too damn popular (so was Wicked...lol, Wicked..popular...pun?!?!).
I hope to TODD they cast Michael Ball as Shrek.
It's my Grandma's birthday today. I doubt that she reads this (and would probably be a little bemused and scared if she does), but Happy Birthday Grandmaaaaaa.
Tuesday, 29 June 2010
Take my hand and let's jump out the window...
Oh for the love of Todd.
So, killer singing exam next week right? What does my idiotic throat decide to do?
It's gone all attention-seeking on me just cos it doesn't like pollen, so now I'm suffering from hay fever and I've been put on anti-hysteria pills or whatever they're called. ARGH.
Just as things were looking up the Gods of illness hath frowned down on me :/
HOWEVER, by some other miracle of nature I'm now rich enough to buy the guitar I want, and I may even be getting a small job after the summer doing some singing teaching :O
My teaching plans will go something like this...
Lesson One, how to avoid pollen cause you'll get fever of the hay meaning you can't even sing in the first place and and how you shouldn't consume fizzy drinks before vocalising to prevent self-explosion.
Lesson Two, how to open your mouth and make noise come out.
Lesson Three, how to make that noise high or low.
Lesson Three, turning the high and low noise into actual music.
Lesson Four, dramatic faces for performance. (including an optional course on eyebrow movement for Emma Watson fans...of which there are few)
Lesson Five, how to survive and destroy serial cases of laryngitis, pharyngitis and other such evils.
Lesson Six, the basic survival guide to choir and how you will find it life-changing.
Lesson Seven, the Mount Everest of the course.....how to screech a Top C and deal with any abuse Juliette and Ellingwoof give you for doing so, e.g. using you in Glee fanfiction or in Juliette's case, general murder.
Then all the students will get a certificate, a free packet of spearmint Polos and a video of me proclaiming "WOOHOO congratulations young warrior, off you trot into the wonderful world of Disney. Or maybe just Music."
Personally I'd do it all just to get the free Polos.
Barstow and I have started writing some more for Little Dorrit, after a rather large break...the West End is looking ever closer....HAHAHAHA.
Talking of West End, as I told Ellingwoof earlier, Lucie (Jones, from the X Factor who lost to Jedward in one round which made me stop watching it) has just been cast as Cosette alongside the curly-haired, squeaky-voiced Jonas brother...Nick is his name?
This follows news that some absolute IDIOT in LA has cast Vanessa Hudgens as Mimi in Rent....JUST WHY.
As I said, next they'll have the Bieber as Glinda or something as equally ridiculous.
It must be said though, I was really surprised by Curly Jonas, he actually sounds very MANLY as Marius...I didn't even believe it was him at first. And I do like Lucie :D
And I was very happy to hear earlier from Ellingwoof that good ol' Lauren from Hinckleyland who came 3rd place in the Dorothy programme has now been cast as Sandy in Grease :') Congratulations to her :D
Personally I don't really like that show myself, but she deserves a decent role treading the Laaaandaaan town boards :)
Before I depart however, I must lament the strange, embarassing antics of my parents, starting with my Dad. I do love him dearly, but sometimes he's so utterly stupid.
Last Friday we went off to Godspell (which was actually brilliant and hilarious and insane) and in the interval we'd ordered drinks at the bar. They were sitting on the side and this guy happened to be standing next to them with his own beer sitting next to them. Ellingwoof and I get our own drinks and then my Dad totally misses the fact his own full bottle of beer is sitting there and steals the man's drink. OH LORDY. The guy's face was a picture...
And THEN, yesterday my mother threw away my toothbrush for NO REASON, then had a go at me because she threw it away, then demanded I go to Tescos with her to pur-CHASE a new one. So I picked one up and then she dragged me round the ENTIRE shop (and it's huuuuuge at Rugby) looking for nail varnish remover.
HONESTLY MOTHER YOU WILL NOT FIND IT IN THE GRAVY AISLE.
And THEN, when we FINALLY got round to paying for it (she took literally half an hour to decide on buying a new work skirt), she gets her credit card stuck between the machine and the holder...
HOW CAN YOU EVEN DO THAT?!?!?!
The poor bemused woman on the till had to use a pen to get it out. And THEN, my Mum was like 'Oh, is the slot on the top then?' and proceeded to stab the top of the machine where there is absolutely NO slot.
Finally, I shoved her card in the right place.
She said to the woman on the till, "I bet this happens a lot", and got no reply.
OF COURSE IT DOESN'T.
Oh my lord, the embarassment. Yes, I did walk off and hide behind the trolley...
Apologies for the mammoth post, dear readers ;)
So, killer singing exam next week right? What does my idiotic throat decide to do?
It's gone all attention-seeking on me just cos it doesn't like pollen, so now I'm suffering from hay fever and I've been put on anti-hysteria pills or whatever they're called. ARGH.
Just as things were looking up the Gods of illness hath frowned down on me :/
HOWEVER, by some other miracle of nature I'm now rich enough to buy the guitar I want, and I may even be getting a small job after the summer doing some singing teaching :O
My teaching plans will go something like this...
Lesson One, how to avoid pollen cause you'll get fever of the hay meaning you can't even sing in the first place and and how you shouldn't consume fizzy drinks before vocalising to prevent self-explosion.
Lesson Two, how to open your mouth and make noise come out.
Lesson Three, how to make that noise high or low.
Lesson Three, turning the high and low noise into actual music.
Lesson Four, dramatic faces for performance. (including an optional course on eyebrow movement for Emma Watson fans...of which there are few)
Lesson Five, how to survive and destroy serial cases of laryngitis, pharyngitis and other such evils.
Lesson Six, the basic survival guide to choir and how you will find it life-changing.
Lesson Seven, the Mount Everest of the course.....how to screech a Top C and deal with any abuse Juliette and Ellingwoof give you for doing so, e.g. using you in Glee fanfiction or in Juliette's case, general murder.
Then all the students will get a certificate, a free packet of spearmint Polos and a video of me proclaiming "WOOHOO congratulations young warrior, off you trot into the wonderful world of Disney. Or maybe just Music."
Personally I'd do it all just to get the free Polos.
Barstow and I have started writing some more for Little Dorrit, after a rather large break...the West End is looking ever closer....HAHAHAHA.
Talking of West End, as I told Ellingwoof earlier, Lucie (Jones, from the X Factor who lost to Jedward in one round which made me stop watching it) has just been cast as Cosette alongside the curly-haired, squeaky-voiced Jonas brother...Nick is his name?
This follows news that some absolute IDIOT in LA has cast Vanessa Hudgens as Mimi in Rent....JUST WHY.
As I said, next they'll have the Bieber as Glinda or something as equally ridiculous.
It must be said though, I was really surprised by Curly Jonas, he actually sounds very MANLY as Marius...I didn't even believe it was him at first. And I do like Lucie :D
And I was very happy to hear earlier from Ellingwoof that good ol' Lauren from Hinckleyland who came 3rd place in the Dorothy programme has now been cast as Sandy in Grease :') Congratulations to her :D
Personally I don't really like that show myself, but she deserves a decent role treading the Laaaandaaan town boards :)
Before I depart however, I must lament the strange, embarassing antics of my parents, starting with my Dad. I do love him dearly, but sometimes he's so utterly stupid.
Last Friday we went off to Godspell (which was actually brilliant and hilarious and insane) and in the interval we'd ordered drinks at the bar. They were sitting on the side and this guy happened to be standing next to them with his own beer sitting next to them. Ellingwoof and I get our own drinks and then my Dad totally misses the fact his own full bottle of beer is sitting there and steals the man's drink. OH LORDY. The guy's face was a picture...
And THEN, yesterday my mother threw away my toothbrush for NO REASON, then had a go at me because she threw it away, then demanded I go to Tescos with her to pur-CHASE a new one. So I picked one up and then she dragged me round the ENTIRE shop (and it's huuuuuge at Rugby) looking for nail varnish remover.
HONESTLY MOTHER YOU WILL NOT FIND IT IN THE GRAVY AISLE.
And THEN, when we FINALLY got round to paying for it (she took literally half an hour to decide on buying a new work skirt), she gets her credit card stuck between the machine and the holder...
HOW CAN YOU EVEN DO THAT?!?!?!
The poor bemused woman on the till had to use a pen to get it out. And THEN, my Mum was like 'Oh, is the slot on the top then?' and proceeded to stab the top of the machine where there is absolutely NO slot.
Finally, I shoved her card in the right place.
She said to the woman on the till, "I bet this happens a lot", and got no reply.
OF COURSE IT DOESN'T.
Oh my lord, the embarassment. Yes, I did walk off and hide behind the trolley...
Apologies for the mammoth post, dear readers ;)
Saturday, 26 June 2010
I've got books to write, I've got things to do, I go out my door and bump into you...
Catch Me If You Can. The musical. Written by the Hairspray peoples.
AND NORBERT IS STILL IN IT!
Yes dear readers, I'm still very very very bored, as you can probably tell.
I MISS YOU.
Exam leave is a lonely business. However, I've accquired quite a taste for opera. And Wimbledon. And angel slices.
I need a job. No, scrap that, I just need cash.
I can't even songwrite; I'm going through another one of these phases where I can't write a word, which hopefully means by the end of August there'll be a week where I'll write 7 whole songs.
It really doesn't seem 5 minutes since Christmas.
AND NORBERT IS STILL IN IT!
Yes dear readers, I'm still very very very bored, as you can probably tell.
I MISS YOU.
Exam leave is a lonely business. However, I've accquired quite a taste for opera. And Wimbledon. And angel slices.
I need a job. No, scrap that, I just need cash.
I can't even songwrite; I'm going through another one of these phases where I can't write a word, which hopefully means by the end of August there'll be a week where I'll write 7 whole songs.
It really doesn't seem 5 minutes since Christmas.
Thursday, 24 June 2010
I dreamed there was an angel who could hear me through the wall...
I'm bored. SO bored. But in a good way... don't get me wrong, I really really really appreciate the fact I no longer have any work to rant about, it's just I have nothing to do for the next hour and I've resorted to this.
I'm also tired. TIRED?!?! I haven't done ANYTHING.
Nothing's ever right for me. I rant when I'm depressed, I rant when I'm relatively happy. A slap si vous plait?
ARGH 2 weeks today.
:O People are talking to me :') This is one karate kick in the face of my pointless boredom.
Erm, I'm not getting very far with this at ALL, so I'm off. Ta-rah :D
I'm also tired. TIRED?!?! I haven't done ANYTHING.
Nothing's ever right for me. I rant when I'm depressed, I rant when I'm relatively happy. A slap si vous plait?
ARGH 2 weeks today.
:O People are talking to me :') This is one karate kick in the face of my pointless boredom.
Erm, I'm not getting very far with this at ALL, so I'm off. Ta-rah :D
Tuesday, 22 June 2010
The more she ignores me, the more I adore her.
Nothing quite like the feeling of unwantedness, eh? :)
OHH IGNORANT PEOPLE OF THIS (UN)FAIR LAND, STOP BEING IGNORANT AND RUUUUUUDE.
They are also on my list of irritations, joining people who don't text back, people who don't text back after starting a coversation and people who let you down last minute and make life difficult.
Not having to do any work for the first time in forever is quite a surreal feeling. I laze around like a right lazy person and do nothing and watch daytime TV rubbish and it's amaaaaazing.
HMMMM freedom :') Freedom, beauty, love....look at me all going all boho on you.
Trust me to go and get a stonking cold in the middle of bloody JUNE though. Mother dearest calls it a 'release of stress'.
I call it 'hay fever'.
It's insane, every so often my whole head tries to explode and I have 4 violent sneezes in a row. And then my throat gets all itchy. Then the dog charges at me and tells me off because you're not allowed to sneeze or cough in her presence.
Bit annoying though considering I have/am/will be performing for the first half of this week in various concert-related events and then that exam o' mine is a-looming on the horizon.
My brother secretly created me in his cricket game and tried to make me bald. Oh what flattery.
OHH IGNORANT PEOPLE OF THIS (UN)FAIR LAND, STOP BEING IGNORANT AND RUUUUUUDE.
They are also on my list of irritations, joining people who don't text back, people who don't text back after starting a coversation and people who let you down last minute and make life difficult.
Not having to do any work for the first time in forever is quite a surreal feeling. I laze around like a right lazy person and do nothing and watch daytime TV rubbish and it's amaaaaazing.
HMMMM freedom :') Freedom, beauty, love....look at me all going all boho on you.
Trust me to go and get a stonking cold in the middle of bloody JUNE though. Mother dearest calls it a 'release of stress'.
I call it 'hay fever'.
It's insane, every so often my whole head tries to explode and I have 4 violent sneezes in a row. And then my throat gets all itchy. Then the dog charges at me and tells me off because you're not allowed to sneeze or cough in her presence.
Bit annoying though considering I have/am/will be performing for the first half of this week in various concert-related events and then that exam o' mine is a-looming on the horizon.
My brother secretly created me in his cricket game and tried to make me bald. Oh what flattery.
Saturday, 19 June 2010
Suddenly someone was there at the window...
So today I went and saw this new film with Emily Blunt, Bill Nighy and Rupert Grint in it - it's about an assassin who ends up protecting the girl he's supposed to kill. And it's great and everything, but it's kind of freaked me out a bit since I'm now convinced that every stranger on the street kills for a living.
What if they do? Bet you didn't think about THAT.
Now I have unlimited time to do sweet fluff all, I thought to keep my mind off the rubbish that usually floats around it, I'd give myself a project - music related, course.
And with all the emotionalness that had been going on over the past few days, I found myself REALLY inspired and began penning a piano piece which then became a piano and miscellaneous woodwind instrument piece which then became a piano and oboe piece. I had it all worked out and forced Daisy to become my personal oboeist until the work was done.
Thing is, I started writing it down today and got a bit carried away, and a few hours later it was all finished.
It is now also 5 and a half minutes long. WHOOPS. That fiancee of mine better have good stamina when it comes to playing it through, bless her heart and soul.
Mehhh, maybe it'll all pay off when I force my way into the RAM or RCM or Guildhall or whatever. And when I'm writing for Toy Story 27 or a McDonalds advert I'll remember my sad days in front of a keyboard writing, while other 16 year olds did things far less geeky.
ARGH time just runs away too damn quick.
I think I might sue OCR. I STILL have the Bee Gees in my head.
Plus, I could do with the cash.
What if they do? Bet you didn't think about THAT.
Now I have unlimited time to do sweet fluff all, I thought to keep my mind off the rubbish that usually floats around it, I'd give myself a project - music related, course.
And with all the emotionalness that had been going on over the past few days, I found myself REALLY inspired and began penning a piano piece which then became a piano and miscellaneous woodwind instrument piece which then became a piano and oboe piece. I had it all worked out and forced Daisy to become my personal oboeist until the work was done.
Thing is, I started writing it down today and got a bit carried away, and a few hours later it was all finished.
It is now also 5 and a half minutes long. WHOOPS. That fiancee of mine better have good stamina when it comes to playing it through, bless her heart and soul.
Mehhh, maybe it'll all pay off when I force my way into the RAM or RCM or Guildhall or whatever. And when I'm writing for Toy Story 27 or a McDonalds advert I'll remember my sad days in front of a keyboard writing, while other 16 year olds did things far less geeky.
ARGH time just runs away too damn quick.
I think I might sue OCR. I STILL have the Bee Gees in my head.
Plus, I could do with the cash.
Friday, 18 June 2010
She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes...
WAHEY people, I made it to 100...post-wise, not in age, that's ridiculous.
100 posts. Don't ask me how.
I was actually going to wait till I was in a better mood before I wrote this post, because I knew it'd have to be all happy and celebratory and all that jazz.
But to hell with that. This is me, after all.
In fact, why not open with one more dear, infamous rant? Plenty of things to rant about, so little time.
It's really irritating me that the majority of people who see the new John Lewis advert have no idea that Fyfe Dangerfield is only COVERING She's Always a Woman, and that Billy Joel (who happens to be my ultimate musical inspiration) actually penned the genius song. I have heard him sing it live.
What's that? You don't care? Let me stare you down (metaphorically with my height, course) and laugh in your face as I try not to care that you don't care about something I care deeply about.
IT'S ACTUALLY OVER. No more exams till next year! Apart from Grade 8, which is looking a little concerning at present, tbh. As of today I have 2 weeks to learn a whole new song. Damnit.
Don't even get me started on the aural and sight-singing thing. *shivers*
Thing is, this exam means quite a lot to me, however sad that may sound, and I want to do well. 4 years of singing lessons all leads up to this one final exam. It's a big 'un.
Ellingwoof is sending me texts about Guys and Dolls since she's gone before me - I'm going on Sunday :') LOVE that show, LOVE the theatre at Kilworth House, so it should be pretty good.
OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU BUT YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I WANT TO SLAP YOU RIGHT NOW. You make everything so so soooo complicated. Just stop being so difficult, please.
GUESS WHAT?!?!?! For the first time in decades, I have real life cash! I have no idea how but it seems I've accquired myself quite a bit of dosh over a relatively small period of time!! Every inch closer to this new guitar, HMMMMMMM. Found a perfect one :')
I'm trying to plan for summer since at the moment it's all just plain nothingness, but it seems everything I've looked forward to recently has either just not materialised or has been an utter let down. So maybe there's no point anyway?
I've had Tragedy in my head all evening. Twas the first question in the Music exam, and now it just won't leave me alone.
100 posts. Don't ask me how.
I was actually going to wait till I was in a better mood before I wrote this post, because I knew it'd have to be all happy and celebratory and all that jazz.
But to hell with that. This is me, after all.
In fact, why not open with one more dear, infamous rant? Plenty of things to rant about, so little time.
It's really irritating me that the majority of people who see the new John Lewis advert have no idea that Fyfe Dangerfield is only COVERING She's Always a Woman, and that Billy Joel (who happens to be my ultimate musical inspiration) actually penned the genius song. I have heard him sing it live.
What's that? You don't care? Let me stare you down (metaphorically with my height, course) and laugh in your face as I try not to care that you don't care about something I care deeply about.
IT'S ACTUALLY OVER. No more exams till next year! Apart from Grade 8, which is looking a little concerning at present, tbh. As of today I have 2 weeks to learn a whole new song. Damnit.
Don't even get me started on the aural and sight-singing thing. *shivers*
Thing is, this exam means quite a lot to me, however sad that may sound, and I want to do well. 4 years of singing lessons all leads up to this one final exam. It's a big 'un.
Ellingwoof is sending me texts about Guys and Dolls since she's gone before me - I'm going on Sunday :') LOVE that show, LOVE the theatre at Kilworth House, so it should be pretty good.
OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU BUT YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I WANT TO SLAP YOU RIGHT NOW. You make everything so so soooo complicated. Just stop being so difficult, please.
GUESS WHAT?!?!?! For the first time in decades, I have real life cash! I have no idea how but it seems I've accquired myself quite a bit of dosh over a relatively small period of time!! Every inch closer to this new guitar, HMMMMMMM. Found a perfect one :')
I'm trying to plan for summer since at the moment it's all just plain nothingness, but it seems everything I've looked forward to recently has either just not materialised or has been an utter let down. So maybe there's no point anyway?
I've had Tragedy in my head all evening. Twas the first question in the Music exam, and now it just won't leave me alone.
Saturday, 12 June 2010
Maybe, but not what she deserves....
Everyone is being so difficult tonight?!?!
Worst of all being that Shrek lookalike Rooney who should just go back to his swamp. I got roped into watching that absurd match, and if they are supposed to be the best this country's got....we don't have much hope.
I can't catch for toffee but I think I'd have been more use in goal.
Piazza, New York Catcher on repeat. Incredible song. I could possibly listen to it all night.
I came on here to give me something to do, but I'm annoyed so I'm leaving now. BYE :)
Worst of all being that Shrek lookalike Rooney who should just go back to his swamp. I got roped into watching that absurd match, and if they are supposed to be the best this country's got....we don't have much hope.
I can't catch for toffee but I think I'd have been more use in goal.
Piazza, New York Catcher on repeat. Incredible song. I could possibly listen to it all night.
I came on here to give me something to do, but I'm annoyed so I'm leaving now. BYE :)
Friday, 11 June 2010
Everything looks better when the sun goes down...
Errrrmm.....no it really doesn't :) In fact, it looks darker.
Wayne Rooney really does look like Shrek.
I don't get the whole World Cup craziness thing? Call me pessimistic, but come on, I really don't think we're going to win. Go ahead and buy your themed fridges and make ape-like noises (beer in hand) in front of giant TV screens....but when the Yanks thrash us tomorrow, maybe you'll realise how pointless it is.
Football kind of makes me really angry, because I sit watching a load of grown up boys running around a giant field chasing after a ball, and wonder...why the hell are you getting paid ridiculous amounts of money when hard-working peoples of this fair land are getting paid peanuts for doing productive stuff that MATTERS?
Where is everyone tonight? They've all run AWAY.
Look, there goes Ellen, fading into the distance...
HELL WEEK IS GODDAMN OVER AT LAST. I feel so drained. Yay for 3 day weekends.
Not so 'yay' for 3 day weekends that are spent having to hang around to be sociable, then chasing your Dad on a trailer with his school band, and then revising the idiocy of America and that angry, greedy German guy with a tash.
3 more left...I think I might JUST be able to make it now...
Wayne Rooney really does look like Shrek.
I don't get the whole World Cup craziness thing? Call me pessimistic, but come on, I really don't think we're going to win. Go ahead and buy your themed fridges and make ape-like noises (beer in hand) in front of giant TV screens....but when the Yanks thrash us tomorrow, maybe you'll realise how pointless it is.
Football kind of makes me really angry, because I sit watching a load of grown up boys running around a giant field chasing after a ball, and wonder...why the hell are you getting paid ridiculous amounts of money when hard-working peoples of this fair land are getting paid peanuts for doing productive stuff that MATTERS?
Where is everyone tonight? They've all run AWAY.
Look, there goes Ellen, fading into the distance...
HELL WEEK IS GODDAMN OVER AT LAST. I feel so drained. Yay for 3 day weekends.
Not so 'yay' for 3 day weekends that are spent having to hang around to be sociable, then chasing your Dad on a trailer with his school band, and then revising the idiocy of America and that angry, greedy German guy with a tash.
3 more left...I think I might JUST be able to make it now...
Thursday, 10 June 2010
A series of blurs, like I never occurred...
Today, my brother decided to give me some advice on my Post-16 choices.
I'd told him gleefully (lol...GLEE) how after tomorrow morning I'll never ever ever have to do Maths again, and he descended into...
"Oh what's the POINT man, that's shit, you're going to get an A bloody star and you're not even doing it? What the EFF man?! (he thinks he's hard but he does actually just say the letter F, not the actual F-word...idiot). Why do you pick the choices you're rubbish at, pick maths you crap singer."
I really do hope he becomes a Connexions advisor :') Or maybe he'll get all enlightened and become a vicar or something.
It really is rather frustrating when you'd quite like to just be there but you know you can't.
Oh well. Maths revision maybe?
I'd told him gleefully (lol...GLEE) how after tomorrow morning I'll never ever ever have to do Maths again, and he descended into...
"Oh what's the POINT man, that's shit, you're going to get an A bloody star and you're not even doing it? What the EFF man?! (he thinks he's hard but he does actually just say the letter F, not the actual F-word...idiot). Why do you pick the choices you're rubbish at, pick maths you crap singer."
I really do hope he becomes a Connexions advisor :') Or maybe he'll get all enlightened and become a vicar or something.
It really is rather frustrating when you'd quite like to just be there but you know you can't.
Oh well. Maths revision maybe?
Wednesday, 9 June 2010
Eyes like the summer, all beauty and truth...
If ever there was a time to kick myself or throw my head at the wardrobe Dobby-style...it would be now. Feel a bit of an idiot again :')
Overtired, stressed over nothing....anyone offering any free slaps? Or a fastpass to summer? That'd be also good...
ARGH Hayley has just introduced me to Death Cab for Cutie and I think I'm in love. Shame, I don't think my bank account is ready for all this love. It's a little bit...well, erm, empty.
I'm so tired the slightest hint of sugar is sending me rather overexcited at the moment, I have moments where I'm practically 4 again...not good when I'm in charge of the oven because I have to force-feed my brother. He thinks I'm going to kill him with my cooking. Honestly.
Halfway through examness! Halfway through bloody hell week, too. Seriously, bloody hell. I sound like Ron. (What's with all these Potter references?!?!...all 2.)
MEHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
At least the absolute worst day is out of the way now. Although, it wasn't the paper this morning that was terrifying, twas more my desk. It decided to half collapse on me at one point, and made this huuuge BANG noise which echoed throughout the entire gym. Smooth.
And then I was sat directly under the bell, and so leaped out of my chair at least twice.
My back is so sore at the moment.
The weather should make up its mind.
www.reverbnation.com/bethanytaylor ....MERCI.
Overtired, stressed over nothing....anyone offering any free slaps? Or a fastpass to summer? That'd be also good...
ARGH Hayley has just introduced me to Death Cab for Cutie and I think I'm in love. Shame, I don't think my bank account is ready for all this love. It's a little bit...well, erm, empty.
I'm so tired the slightest hint of sugar is sending me rather overexcited at the moment, I have moments where I'm practically 4 again...not good when I'm in charge of the oven because I have to force-feed my brother. He thinks I'm going to kill him with my cooking. Honestly.
Halfway through examness! Halfway through bloody hell week, too. Seriously, bloody hell. I sound like Ron. (What's with all these Potter references?!?!...all 2.)
MEHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
At least the absolute worst day is out of the way now. Although, it wasn't the paper this morning that was terrifying, twas more my desk. It decided to half collapse on me at one point, and made this huuuge BANG noise which echoed throughout the entire gym. Smooth.
And then I was sat directly under the bell, and so leaped out of my chair at least twice.
My back is so sore at the moment.
The weather should make up its mind.
www.reverbnation.com/bethanytaylor ....MERCI.
Saturday, 5 June 2010
You can be anything you want to be, just turn yourself into anything you think that you could ever be...
Today, dear readers, something magical happened.
Today, I walked past the huge bag of doughnuts in our kitchen and DID NOT stop to sneak one out.
But, that's not all...I walked past them and sraight into the garden, where I sat down for 2 and a half hours straight....AND REVISED.
If only that had happened a little more this week....
My leg itches. May be due to the small fact that my brother kicked a load of stinging nettles at me earlier, charming boy. All because I thrashed him at cricket.
*mean laugh* that was fun...
It's his birthday tomorrow. He pretty much lined us all up earlier and told us that we WOULD be getting up at 8am tomorrow, and that we WOULD be happy ALL day. Oh dear lord above.
I'm going to throw a few links at you now...
Firstly, miraculously I'm now, like, 4th in the local pop charts on ReverbNation - this is rather amazing. And amusing.
Fancy signing up to become a fan so I can badger you freely with my latest news? LOL, news.
www.reverbnation.com/bethanytaylor
Then the other night Roz forced me - literally, she beat me viciously to the ground and demanded it - to get deviantArt, which is this amazing site where people showcase artsy stuffs, and I think it's incredible because people give you llamas. NO JOKE.
Firstly, go go go and have a look at her page, because no matter what she says she's actually pretty damn brilliant:
reginald-tribianni.deviantart.com
Then, go to my very own mediocre page in comparison, because I'm going to keep putting up hilarious pictures of my brother without his knowledge ;) Occasionally, of course. There are also random flowers and pictures of blurry locks up there to make me seem creative.
t-t-t-taylor.deviantart.com
I'm all linked out now. DOUGHNUT(S) TIME.
Today, I walked past the huge bag of doughnuts in our kitchen and DID NOT stop to sneak one out.
But, that's not all...I walked past them and sraight into the garden, where I sat down for 2 and a half hours straight....AND REVISED.
If only that had happened a little more this week....
My leg itches. May be due to the small fact that my brother kicked a load of stinging nettles at me earlier, charming boy. All because I thrashed him at cricket.
*mean laugh* that was fun...
It's his birthday tomorrow. He pretty much lined us all up earlier and told us that we WOULD be getting up at 8am tomorrow, and that we WOULD be happy ALL day. Oh dear lord above.
I'm going to throw a few links at you now...
Firstly, miraculously I'm now, like, 4th in the local pop charts on ReverbNation - this is rather amazing. And amusing.
Fancy signing up to become a fan so I can badger you freely with my latest news? LOL, news.
www.reverbnation.com/bethanytaylor
Then the other night Roz forced me - literally, she beat me viciously to the ground and demanded it - to get deviantArt, which is this amazing site where people showcase artsy stuffs, and I think it's incredible because people give you llamas. NO JOKE.
Firstly, go go go and have a look at her page, because no matter what she says she's actually pretty damn brilliant:
reginald-tribianni.deviantart.com
Then, go to my very own mediocre page in comparison, because I'm going to keep putting up hilarious pictures of my brother without his knowledge ;) Occasionally, of course. There are also random flowers and pictures of blurry locks up there to make me seem creative.
t-t-t-taylor.deviantart.com
I'm all linked out now. DOUGHNUT(S) TIME.
Wednesday, 2 June 2010
I thought the day would never come...
LOL.
It's so much nicer than Myspace....www.reverbnation.com/bethanytaylor
I'm like 307 in the Leicester charts, take me higher beloved readers!!
Some new stuff up here too :)
It's so much nicer than Myspace....www.reverbnation.com/bethanytaylor
I'm like 307 in the Leicester charts, take me higher beloved readers!!
Some new stuff up here too :)
Monday, 31 May 2010
You turn every head but you don't see me...
Ohhhh Blogger. This is what it comes down to. 23:42 and no one's around/willing to listen to my venting, so here I am. For after all, you're the only pers...sorry, 'thing' guaranteed to sit and nod sympathetically - even if you lack the means to sit or nod. Or listen.
I don't even care that you can't set me up with a cuppa (not tea though, I don't drink tea) or give any decent advice back, I'm just grateful for you being here. Thanks man. Or woman, if you're an oestrogen-filled webpage instead.
I love how Glee sang to me tonight. I'd lost interest in it, and was staring blankly at my phone, when all of a sudden I heard 'Beth...' and saw Puck getting all emotional at my face. Or maybe just my name.
I don't want to visit the dentist tomorrow. I never used to get scared or anxious beforehand, but a few weeks ago I found a small painless hole in the back of one of my teeth, so as you can imagine I'm a little apprehensive.
I don't understand why they decide to stick fingers in your mouth and think THAT'S an appropriate time to start a conversation? For one thing, I have other things on my mind at that point (like OMG these gloves taste weird) and another, I CAN'T ACTUALLY REPLY with you poking my tongue.
Today was entirely unproductive. End of. Did about 10 minutes revision on Divided Union stuff then got distracted by my theatrical cousin. OH WELL.
Of all the people in the world, it HAD to be you.
Someone come talk to me? I can't be doing with sleep just yet.
I don't even care that you can't set me up with a cuppa (not tea though, I don't drink tea) or give any decent advice back, I'm just grateful for you being here. Thanks man. Or woman, if you're an oestrogen-filled webpage instead.
I love how Glee sang to me tonight. I'd lost interest in it, and was staring blankly at my phone, when all of a sudden I heard 'Beth...' and saw Puck getting all emotional at my face. Or maybe just my name.
I don't want to visit the dentist tomorrow. I never used to get scared or anxious beforehand, but a few weeks ago I found a small painless hole in the back of one of my teeth, so as you can imagine I'm a little apprehensive.
I don't understand why they decide to stick fingers in your mouth and think THAT'S an appropriate time to start a conversation? For one thing, I have other things on my mind at that point (like OMG these gloves taste weird) and another, I CAN'T ACTUALLY REPLY with you poking my tongue.
Today was entirely unproductive. End of. Did about 10 minutes revision on Divided Union stuff then got distracted by my theatrical cousin. OH WELL.
Of all the people in the world, it HAD to be you.
Someone come talk to me? I can't be doing with sleep just yet.
Sunday, 30 May 2010
The opposite of war isn't peace, it's creation...
So, I've decided to become a semi-professional bass player to get some cash rolling (at snail pace) in. I've been informed that I'm not actually too bad on the old 4-string, and that with a little more experience I could be on my way to getting some decent jobs.
And pit band jobs (playing in bands for shows) pay VERY well. Like, really well. £200 a week?
Especially nice for bassists, since we're a rare breed...
Sadly though, I have to make sure my bass guitars are small, because not only do I lack in height but I also need bigger hands.
That sounded a lot better in my head. Maybe it should've stayed there.
OHHH I love Rent. As in the musical, not the stuff you have to pay, eww.
Okay, so at the moment if I hear Seasons of Love once more I may just throw something, but Tango: Maureen came up on the iTodd earlier and I sat and listened through the ENTIRE show again! :')
Alright, so maybe I shouldn't have played La Vie Boheme for my Grandma (why, you ask? MUCHO MASTURBATION) but it's an awesome song. One day I WILL stand on a table in a restaurant and sing it. Who's with me?
I really wanted to watch the film again, even if it is a bit rubbish, but my DVD has been unwillingly lent to some drama teacher I don't even know by father dearest, so that plan went through the window...
I got home and fell asleep on my bed. Don't ever fall asleep with your phone next to your face, like I did AGAIN today. It's terrifying.
And pit band jobs (playing in bands for shows) pay VERY well. Like, really well. £200 a week?
Especially nice for bassists, since we're a rare breed...
Sadly though, I have to make sure my bass guitars are small, because not only do I lack in height but I also need bigger hands.
That sounded a lot better in my head. Maybe it should've stayed there.
OHHH I love Rent. As in the musical, not the stuff you have to pay, eww.
Okay, so at the moment if I hear Seasons of Love once more I may just throw something, but Tango: Maureen came up on the iTodd earlier and I sat and listened through the ENTIRE show again! :')
Alright, so maybe I shouldn't have played La Vie Boheme for my Grandma (why, you ask? MUCHO MASTURBATION) but it's an awesome song. One day I WILL stand on a table in a restaurant and sing it. Who's with me?
I really wanted to watch the film again, even if it is a bit rubbish, but my DVD has been unwillingly lent to some drama teacher I don't even know by father dearest, so that plan went through the window...
I got home and fell asleep on my bed. Don't ever fall asleep with your phone next to your face, like I did AGAIN today. It's terrifying.
Friday, 28 May 2010
In a very unusual way...
...I think I'm in love with you.
...I want to cry.
Something inside me goes weak, something inside me surrenders,
And you're the reason why...
You don't know what you do to me,
You don't have a clue,
You can't tell what it's like to be me looking at you...
From Nine, which I STILL haven't seen...apparently it's rubbish anyway.
NO, I'm not depressed (exactly), I just want to write decent lyrics like these and I'm supposed to be learning these for my exam after last year's interesting episode.
Maybe I'm also making a vague point.
...I want to cry.
Something inside me goes weak, something inside me surrenders,
And you're the reason why...
You don't know what you do to me,
You don't have a clue,
You can't tell what it's like to be me looking at you...
From Nine, which I STILL haven't seen...apparently it's rubbish anyway.
NO, I'm not depressed (exactly), I just want to write decent lyrics like these and I'm supposed to be learning these for my exam after last year's interesting episode.
Maybe I'm also making a vague point.
I can't believe I compared her to fajitas....
My brother is listening to that 'If ya think I'm seeeeexy' song by Rod Stewart. There is something very wrong about this.
Wahey, it's half term.
Doesn't really feel like it what with being on leave (lol I sound like I'm in the army...imagine me in the army...) but HEY, I'll enjoy it just the same.
Apart from Tuesday when they're dragging me to the dentist. Gulp.
Ohhhhh dear, if only you knew how frustrating this was.
EEP, I have the mixer and fancy mics back, and this week I have a huge list of stuff I'm recording. 9 songs at the moment. Any requests, let me know, DISTRACT ME FROM THE HORRORS OF REVISION.
*mumble mumble* evil Chemistry exam *mumble mumble groan*
Know how my knee was playing up a few weeks ago? Now my other knee is! Not quite as painful, but it clicks really loud and gets all achey :/ Boo for me. Get out the mini violins.
He has Robbie on now. I'm not ashamed to say I'm a Robbie fan.
Please don't slap me.
Wahey, it's half term.
Doesn't really feel like it what with being on leave (lol I sound like I'm in the army...imagine me in the army...) but HEY, I'll enjoy it just the same.
Apart from Tuesday when they're dragging me to the dentist. Gulp.
Ohhhhh dear, if only you knew how frustrating this was.
EEP, I have the mixer and fancy mics back, and this week I have a huge list of stuff I'm recording. 9 songs at the moment. Any requests, let me know, DISTRACT ME FROM THE HORRORS OF REVISION.
*mumble mumble* evil Chemistry exam *mumble mumble groan*
Know how my knee was playing up a few weeks ago? Now my other knee is! Not quite as painful, but it clicks really loud and gets all achey :/ Boo for me. Get out the mini violins.
He has Robbie on now. I'm not ashamed to say I'm a Robbie fan.
Please don't slap me.
Thursday, 27 May 2010
Build me up and knock me down like the worthless pile of Lego bricks I always have been.
Well, isn't this a wonderful, quiet existence :')
I've never felt so lonely in my life.
In fact, I feel as lonely and misunderstood as a snowboarder in Malibu.
And we strive on...
Damn you, chromatography. Damn you and all these phases you seem to be going through. You're more of a drama queen than this very blogger.
Yes, yes, readers, tomorrow is the Chemistry exam. Got a LOAD of notes done actually, I dare say I worked pretty damn hard (erm, well, in comparison to Monday especially)....yet there is still stuff I haven't a clue about, so I'm having a panic, but it's okay because I'll read over these (probably inaccurate) notes a dozen times over before 9am.
Things aren't all terrible...
I'VE BAGGED THE NICE MIXER BACK.
Yes, the wonderful mixer is in my clutches once more, and tomorrow I'm being lent the nice microphones and the like so I can do lots and lots and lots more recording. I have a list of covers I'm planning.
Remember Shooting Star by Air Traffic? 'Pretty if the sun don't shine, I'll be coming up to meet you, I'll be there to make you miiiine...'
Well, this Taylor is putting her own 'funk-reggae' twist on it. Dig that my fine fellow. *cough*
Still rather need a new guitar though. AND CASH. Don't get me wrong, I can't bear to part with my gorgeous black acoustic, but I need room for one I can actually record easily with :/
I feel like I'm about to dump an innocent, unsuspecting lover.
Pah, yeah, like I'd ever get an innocent one of those ;)
No worries, I shall find it a nice new home.
All you theatrical peoples, I recommend you go forth unto my Facebook wall and click on the link my ol' pal Alison has left me. Okay, so it's just 13 the musical, nothing TOO special (although pretty special since it is the god-like JRB), but the guy who does a commentary of it is hilarious!!! Watch his eyes!
And...S-LUTTTT.
Pah, Facebook makes me (occasionally cry and) chuckle like a chuckle-brother. It's 'the only place where you can write on a wall and not look stupid' or whatever. I love how I pop on a quick status about revision and scurry off, and then I come back and 12 people like it. 12 people. So much for 'STUDY' leave, more like 'Let's-go-laze-and-moan-on-Facebook' leave.
My neck really hurts.
I shouldn't have moaned about being lonely, now 5 people are binging me all at once on MSN.
Oh well, what goes around, comes around, as I learnt from Penguins of Madagascar today. Twas quite amusing. Interesting accompaniment to titrations. WHICH I STILL CAN'T DO.
Justin Timberlake also taught us that very phrase once too, I believe. But not titrations.
Wellll, slap me with a fish and call me Jason. I'm out of here.
Wish us chemists good luck for 9am tomorrow?
I've never felt so lonely in my life.
In fact, I feel as lonely and misunderstood as a snowboarder in Malibu.
And we strive on...
Damn you, chromatography. Damn you and all these phases you seem to be going through. You're more of a drama queen than this very blogger.
Yes, yes, readers, tomorrow is the Chemistry exam. Got a LOAD of notes done actually, I dare say I worked pretty damn hard (erm, well, in comparison to Monday especially)....yet there is still stuff I haven't a clue about, so I'm having a panic, but it's okay because I'll read over these (probably inaccurate) notes a dozen times over before 9am.
Things aren't all terrible...
I'VE BAGGED THE NICE MIXER BACK.
Yes, the wonderful mixer is in my clutches once more, and tomorrow I'm being lent the nice microphones and the like so I can do lots and lots and lots more recording. I have a list of covers I'm planning.
Remember Shooting Star by Air Traffic? 'Pretty if the sun don't shine, I'll be coming up to meet you, I'll be there to make you miiiine...'
Well, this Taylor is putting her own 'funk-reggae' twist on it. Dig that my fine fellow. *cough*
Still rather need a new guitar though. AND CASH. Don't get me wrong, I can't bear to part with my gorgeous black acoustic, but I need room for one I can actually record easily with :/
I feel like I'm about to dump an innocent, unsuspecting lover.
Pah, yeah, like I'd ever get an innocent one of those ;)
No worries, I shall find it a nice new home.
All you theatrical peoples, I recommend you go forth unto my Facebook wall and click on the link my ol' pal Alison has left me. Okay, so it's just 13 the musical, nothing TOO special (although pretty special since it is the god-like JRB), but the guy who does a commentary of it is hilarious!!! Watch his eyes!
And...S-LUTTTT.
Pah, Facebook makes me (occasionally cry and) chuckle like a chuckle-brother. It's 'the only place where you can write on a wall and not look stupid' or whatever. I love how I pop on a quick status about revision and scurry off, and then I come back and 12 people like it. 12 people. So much for 'STUDY' leave, more like 'Let's-go-laze-and-moan-on-Facebook' leave.
My neck really hurts.
I shouldn't have moaned about being lonely, now 5 people are binging me all at once on MSN.
Oh well, what goes around, comes around, as I learnt from Penguins of Madagascar today. Twas quite amusing. Interesting accompaniment to titrations. WHICH I STILL CAN'T DO.
Justin Timberlake also taught us that very phrase once too, I believe. But not titrations.
Wellll, slap me with a fish and call me Jason. I'm out of here.
Wish us chemists good luck for 9am tomorrow?
Tuesday, 25 May 2010
It's just a silly phase I'm going through...
Oh! Look! I survived the lit exam.
Oh! Look! My right hand didn't. I pity the poor examiner who has to decipher my abominable handwriting.
Oh! Look! A bed covered in a duvet of sweet GRAPHICS REVISION. Mehhhhhhhh.
I'm sitting here aimlessly strumming a G chord.
There's so much music I could record, especially new songs I've written and the like, but my microphone hates me. If anyone has a spare recording studio kicking about, I'm your new best mate.
I have big plans for school performances too, thanks to an epiphany at 6pm this evening. Year 11 awards, Don't Stop Believing, and the end of term concert, Taylor the Latte Boy. I'm brilliant. *coughs dramatically, choking*
Someone talk to me and help distract me.
Oh! Look! My right hand didn't. I pity the poor examiner who has to decipher my abominable handwriting.
Oh! Look! A bed covered in a duvet of sweet GRAPHICS REVISION. Mehhhhhhhh.
I'm sitting here aimlessly strumming a G chord.
There's so much music I could record, especially new songs I've written and the like, but my microphone hates me. If anyone has a spare recording studio kicking about, I'm your new best mate.
I have big plans for school performances too, thanks to an epiphany at 6pm this evening. Year 11 awards, Don't Stop Believing, and the end of term concert, Taylor the Latte Boy. I'm brilliant. *coughs dramatically, choking*
Someone talk to me and help distract me.
Monday, 24 May 2010
I was searching, you were on a mission...
Utterly cheesed off.
I ask you for a bit of comfort. I simply ask you to lend me your ear for a minute or 2 because you're the only one who ever understands.
But no, it's fine.
And then, someone else strolls onto the scene in a different corner and throws all the paperwork on the floor and makes a mockery of my LIFE, before taking the one thing I'm proud of away from me.
TODDDDD.
My brother just said 'Goodbye alligators', I think someone needs to tell him it's 'see you later alligator'...
OHO LAMENT FOR CASH.
I seriously am worried about tomorrow now. Sort of accidentally wasted today a little. Revised a teaspoon of Chemistry and read through my Lit notes, but I know I should've done a lot more...I'll regret it I'm sure.
OH WELL.
Let's blame technology for my downfall. And you. Just triple DAMN you with extra mayo on top.
(Not you, you're nice, don't worry.)
I ask you for a bit of comfort. I simply ask you to lend me your ear for a minute or 2 because you're the only one who ever understands.
But no, it's fine.
And then, someone else strolls onto the scene in a different corner and throws all the paperwork on the floor and makes a mockery of my LIFE, before taking the one thing I'm proud of away from me.
TODDDDD.
My brother just said 'Goodbye alligators', I think someone needs to tell him it's 'see you later alligator'...
OHO LAMENT FOR CASH.
I seriously am worried about tomorrow now. Sort of accidentally wasted today a little. Revised a teaspoon of Chemistry and read through my Lit notes, but I know I should've done a lot more...I'll regret it I'm sure.
OH WELL.
Let's blame technology for my downfall. And you. Just triple DAMN you with extra mayo on top.
(Not you, you're nice, don't worry.)
Sunday, 23 May 2010
That's not baroque, that's Lady Gaga.
HAHA, look at me, I can successfully upload photos onto a blogging site.
I do adore that hat of mine.It's been another GLORIOUS day :') It's amazing what a bit of lovely weather can do to your mood.
My arms are beginning to itch, but I don't care :')
I even did actual English revision today!!! Proud.
And tomorrow I don't have to get up at stupid o' clock to catch a smelly bus, ohhh no, instead I'll roll out of bed and then confine myself to the garden with Chemistry and Graphics revision for company. Should be interesting considering I don't think I learnt anything over 2 years of Graphics (*sigh* Graphics :/) and since everytime I open my Chemistry guide I find something else I don't know.
Actually quite glad the Lit exam is over first though. I can't wait to get rid of Lord of the Flies, what a disgusting book.
You have no idea how tempted I was to throw my copy out of the open window earlier.
'Somebody's closing my window...'
Aha, Darwin Deez's Radar Detector is the perfect summer song, it makes me feel so happy :D Need some more of his stuff...
I actually need more cash too.
However, I believe more cash will mean more work is needed. BLEH. *continues to be lazy slob*
If you've heard (and been amused by) the infamous story involving me having an unfortunate encounter with a bush whilst riding a bike, well...this is that very bike. A bit too small for me now, but it's occasionally used to protect other bushes from cricket balls. Not from my weight though.
If you've heard (and been amused by) the infamous story involving me having an unfortunate encounter with a bush whilst riding a bike, well...this is that very bike. A bit too small for me now, but it's occasionally used to protect other bushes from cricket balls. Not from my weight though.
Saturday, 22 May 2010
There are days we want always to remember, and there are days we try to forget...
Right, right, right, Sophie now HAS to win Over the Rainbow, not just because she has pretty hair and a nice voice, but also because my evil mother wants Danielle (the one who can't act who my brother thinks looks like Hayley) to win, and because she dared to badmouth Lauren.
Okay, so i admit I'm not overly surprised Lauren isn't through. But I've no doubt she's got an AMAZING theatrical career ahead of her.
SOPHIE FOR THE WIN NOW.
My week may have been utter trash, but last night and a WONDERFUL afternoon today did in fact make up for it.
For twas Nick's 18th last night, where the birthday boy managed to introduce me to everybody he could as Taylor, prompting someone to say 'Sorry, but I can't remember your name...I know your surname though?'
It's all because apparently saying BETHANY Taylor doesn't 'feel right' to him.
Oh well, he sang Michael Buble, we'll let him off.
Then today, OH MY GOSHY GOSHNESS, we actually had REAL LIFE SUNSHINE!
Ended up treking over to my Grandad's for an afternoon of cricket like the posh shortie I am.
I also used the opportunity to test out our new camera as a way of jumping on the photography bandwagon (because I'm boring and unoriginal like that)....
Oh. It appears you'll have to go on Facebook to see some examples of my mediocre creativity. Blogger is being a pain in the backside and won't let me upload anything.
Shame, I was going to post this brilliant picture of my brother in his batting stance that he banned me from putting up on Facebook. His face is a picture...literally. It really is quite funny. And since he has no idea I have a blog, I was going to treat you all.
Nah, still nothing. Oh well.
Well, well, well. Exam leave, here we are. I promised myself a totally free day today to just laze, but I suppose I'll actually have to do some sort of revision later.
OHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Leachy boy is using absurd language at me just because I dared to flick my way through a city breaks brochure thingy while Doctor Who was on.
IT BORES ME.
But bless Matt and his odd face :) I remember when you all hated him.
*awaits uproar from controversial comment*
I'm actually vaguely happy :') Even if once again you've failed to reply to my text after you started the conversation :')
OHHHHH I THINK IT'S WORKED?!?!?!
I'm so good when it comes to technology. *cough*
Okay, so i admit I'm not overly surprised Lauren isn't through. But I've no doubt she's got an AMAZING theatrical career ahead of her.
SOPHIE FOR THE WIN NOW.
My week may have been utter trash, but last night and a WONDERFUL afternoon today did in fact make up for it.
For twas Nick's 18th last night, where the birthday boy managed to introduce me to everybody he could as Taylor, prompting someone to say 'Sorry, but I can't remember your name...I know your surname though?'
It's all because apparently saying BETHANY Taylor doesn't 'feel right' to him.
Oh well, he sang Michael Buble, we'll let him off.
Then today, OH MY GOSHY GOSHNESS, we actually had REAL LIFE SUNSHINE!
Ended up treking over to my Grandad's for an afternoon of cricket like the posh shortie I am.
I also used the opportunity to test out our new camera as a way of jumping on the photography bandwagon (because I'm boring and unoriginal like that)....
Oh. It appears you'll have to go on Facebook to see some examples of my mediocre creativity. Blogger is being a pain in the backside and won't let me upload anything.
Shame, I was going to post this brilliant picture of my brother in his batting stance that he banned me from putting up on Facebook. His face is a picture...literally. It really is quite funny. And since he has no idea I have a blog, I was going to treat you all.
Nah, still nothing. Oh well.
Well, well, well. Exam leave, here we are. I promised myself a totally free day today to just laze, but I suppose I'll actually have to do some sort of revision later.
OHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Leachy boy is using absurd language at me just because I dared to flick my way through a city breaks brochure thingy while Doctor Who was on.
IT BORES ME.
But bless Matt and his odd face :) I remember when you all hated him.
*awaits uproar from controversial comment*
I'm actually vaguely happy :') Even if once again you've failed to reply to my text after you started the conversation :')
OHHHHH I THINK IT'S WORKED?!?!?!
I'm so good when it comes to technology. *cough*
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