Well, look at that. The weekend is over already. Tomorrow is Monday, and it already looks bad.
Trampolining first thing, then French, then Music (which I'm sure will be the highlight :D) then Physics exam (oh dear Lord).
But, today? Welllll, it took me a while to get started on the revision, but once I did I got a surprising amount done, and I'm happier about it than I thought I would be.
I'm still not THAT happy, but there you go, it IS Physics.
OHHHH my Bass has gone all weird on me, it needs readjusting, so my Dad is having to kidnap it so one of his school bass players can have a look. It's sooo irritating. I only just bought it.
I blame myself though, this happened with the last one....maybe I need a less aggressive playing style?...
Haha, spent part of the afternoon reliving the GOOD ol' TV days with my brother - Tots TV, Thomas the Tank Engine, The Wiggles, Barney, you name them...
In particular, our personal favourite was Fun Song Factory. Thank you YouTube for providing us with at least half an hour of 'rofling' (but not lmao-ing, that's obviously physically impossible).
My brother probably has some sort of excuse for this level of immaturity bless him, but I'm just plain weird.
The lyrics are rather amusing though: "The lights are turning red, so we have to stop the car. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP."
Then I sang with my Dad, bless him too. He reckons we both have some kind of psychic link when we perform together, because we both know exactly when the other person is going to slow down or speed up, or do something vaguely clever musically :)
Blogging has become the perfect way to fill up my evenings these days, I have nothing much else to do (even though I probably should be revising or something sensible).
Yeah, that's how it is - blogging, instant noodles, Friends, Glee and Facebook.
And this is the teenage life, my friends.
Sunday, 31 January 2010
Saturday, 30 January 2010
Oh, better far to live and die!
AHA.
Just got back from the theatre. Love a bit of theatrical goodness.
Especially as tonight it was Gilbert and Sullivan. In short (like me), Victorian light operetta, with a really really stupid, crazy plot.
The funniest part was the average age of the chorus was about 62, and when one of the people said 'Oh! Here comes father! He's not as young as us..."....my Mum and I just looked at each other in an attempt to control the onset of hysterics about to take place. I had visions of a guy with a zimmerframe.
Seriously though, there was a dance with a teddy and a load of policeman on scooters with flashing lights, so I wouldn't have been surprised.
Overall, it was pretty good, and the Royal and Derngate at Northampton where it was at is a great complex, even if we got a bit lost in the upper circle of the Royal and looked a bit foolish...
Not much to say about today, just got through a load of work. But I don't really understand Mr Dr's notes on my music coursework, so I had a bit of an excuse to give up at that point.
My brother's room sounds like the TARDIS, I have no idea what is going on.
OH! FOR CRYING OUT LOUUUUUUUUUD!
I was supposed to do the lottery today, considering I couldn't last week. So I strolled down to the post office, only to find the queue was pretty much heading out door (and I think the woman dislikes me for no reason, I have a habit of making people not like me for any particular reason at the moment).
My Dad had said "Oh, you can sign up on the internet and do your tickets from there, that'd be easier."
So I thought, "Well, I'll go back and do that then."
I might as well have gone and faced the scary woman behind the till...
I have NEVER had so much trouble setting something up in my LIFE! Not even crazy Lego stuff or jigsaws or anything, and believe me, I'm not a very logical person.
It still refuses to work, and as a result, I still haven't done the lottery. Pah.
Ohhhh well. Tomorrow I have a DELIGHTFUL session of Physics revision planned out for Monday.
Save me.
Just got back from the theatre. Love a bit of theatrical goodness.
Especially as tonight it was Gilbert and Sullivan. In short (like me), Victorian light operetta, with a really really stupid, crazy plot.
The funniest part was the average age of the chorus was about 62, and when one of the people said 'Oh! Here comes father! He's not as young as us..."....my Mum and I just looked at each other in an attempt to control the onset of hysterics about to take place. I had visions of a guy with a zimmerframe.
Seriously though, there was a dance with a teddy and a load of policeman on scooters with flashing lights, so I wouldn't have been surprised.
Overall, it was pretty good, and the Royal and Derngate at Northampton where it was at is a great complex, even if we got a bit lost in the upper circle of the Royal and looked a bit foolish...
Not much to say about today, just got through a load of work. But I don't really understand Mr Dr's notes on my music coursework, so I had a bit of an excuse to give up at that point.
My brother's room sounds like the TARDIS, I have no idea what is going on.
OH! FOR CRYING OUT LOUUUUUUUUUD!
I was supposed to do the lottery today, considering I couldn't last week. So I strolled down to the post office, only to find the queue was pretty much heading out door (and I think the woman dislikes me for no reason, I have a habit of making people not like me for any particular reason at the moment).
My Dad had said "Oh, you can sign up on the internet and do your tickets from there, that'd be easier."
So I thought, "Well, I'll go back and do that then."
I might as well have gone and faced the scary woman behind the till...
I have NEVER had so much trouble setting something up in my LIFE! Not even crazy Lego stuff or jigsaws or anything, and believe me, I'm not a very logical person.
It still refuses to work, and as a result, I still haven't done the lottery. Pah.
Ohhhh well. Tomorrow I have a DELIGHTFUL session of Physics revision planned out for Monday.
Save me.
Friday, 29 January 2010
"I am God, or the Son of Man"...."That's a bit big-headed, Miss"
Acting out the parable of the sheep and goats in RE. Hahaha.
Forget the drama though, I think me trying to DRAW it was probably more entertaining.
TIS FRIDAY! :D
I love Friday evenings, I get home from school and I'm actually able to crash down on the sofa in front of the TV because for once my mother hasn't stolen it. (Well, when I say 'stolen it', she doesn't actually don a balaclava and sneak out of and back into the house just to nick the TV, she just demands the control and sits there forever.)
And then my Dad gets back and we have a load of really really good-for-the-soul-bad-for-the-waistline/arteries food.
Then I have a singing lesson and sing a bit too much, and get all musically-inspired and play piano for years.
And then I sit up here on MSN and watch TV and the like, and there's the WONDERFUL feeling of not having to get up early in the morning :)
It always runs the same. If only the weekends were longer/slower?
Soooo, today...well, missed English and part of Maths to go round Beauchamp. I wanted to hate it, but it was pretty amazing, and I should probably be really happy I've got a place - it's just so difficult. And I'm so indecisive.
I get back to Maths and all of a sudden this strange woman appears at my side shoving simulatenous equations down my throat. No, it wasn't even my teacher, although she is also a strange woman.
I still don't know who she was, maybe she's some weirdo who came in off the street or who got bored on her way back from Morrisons or something.
We then had Physics, our last lesson before the exam :S OH TODD/DOC! I'm so scared. The fact I managed to learn more in 45 minutes through revision than in, what, 6 months, is the reason for my terror.
THEN TO THE MUSIC TOWER! And choir, hoho, have to love it. And a bit of Plonk.
Word on the street is, they're having a little change over of pianos up in the tower? They're getting rid of (one of) the awful pianos!! WOOO!
Nick suggested throwing it down the stairs, to which Mr Dr replied "It's very tempting..."
Then RE, and the title sums that bizarre period up.
Grrr work. I'd forgotten it was Mentoring Day on Tuesday though, looks like I'll be going back to Harborough. In particular for a music hunt and a visit to Costa (lot). I'm meeting with my 'mentor' first thing, so it's not like I even get a lie in...
When it says mentor, I always think of Yoda or something like that. Or like when the panda is learning Kung Fu in Kung Fu Panda. I don't know.
In high school it was 'tutor'. That made more sense to me.
Also forgotten I'm off to the theatre tomorrow night, courtesy of my lovely dad as sort of a late birthday present! AWWWW!
Everybody now, all together.......AWWWWWWWWWW!
It's going to mean a second Saturday down in Northampton (this time at the very lovely Royal and Derngate though - the DMH/Curve of the town), ha, if only it could become a regular weekly thing once again :/
It's been a week since my birthday. I've been 16 for a week.
Time sure flies.
And tomorrow I WILL do the lottery!
Forget the drama though, I think me trying to DRAW it was probably more entertaining.
TIS FRIDAY! :D
I love Friday evenings, I get home from school and I'm actually able to crash down on the sofa in front of the TV because for once my mother hasn't stolen it. (Well, when I say 'stolen it', she doesn't actually don a balaclava and sneak out of and back into the house just to nick the TV, she just demands the control and sits there forever.)
And then my Dad gets back and we have a load of really really good-for-the-soul-bad-for-the-waistline/arteries food.
Then I have a singing lesson and sing a bit too much, and get all musically-inspired and play piano for years.
And then I sit up here on MSN and watch TV and the like, and there's the WONDERFUL feeling of not having to get up early in the morning :)
It always runs the same. If only the weekends were longer/slower?
Soooo, today...well, missed English and part of Maths to go round Beauchamp. I wanted to hate it, but it was pretty amazing, and I should probably be really happy I've got a place - it's just so difficult. And I'm so indecisive.
I get back to Maths and all of a sudden this strange woman appears at my side shoving simulatenous equations down my throat. No, it wasn't even my teacher, although she is also a strange woman.
I still don't know who she was, maybe she's some weirdo who came in off the street or who got bored on her way back from Morrisons or something.
We then had Physics, our last lesson before the exam :S OH TODD/DOC! I'm so scared. The fact I managed to learn more in 45 minutes through revision than in, what, 6 months, is the reason for my terror.
THEN TO THE MUSIC TOWER! And choir, hoho, have to love it. And a bit of Plonk.
Word on the street is, they're having a little change over of pianos up in the tower? They're getting rid of (one of) the awful pianos!! WOOO!
Nick suggested throwing it down the stairs, to which Mr Dr replied "It's very tempting..."
Then RE, and the title sums that bizarre period up.
Grrr work. I'd forgotten it was Mentoring Day on Tuesday though, looks like I'll be going back to Harborough. In particular for a music hunt and a visit to Costa (lot). I'm meeting with my 'mentor' first thing, so it's not like I even get a lie in...
When it says mentor, I always think of Yoda or something like that. Or like when the panda is learning Kung Fu in Kung Fu Panda. I don't know.
In high school it was 'tutor'. That made more sense to me.
Also forgotten I'm off to the theatre tomorrow night, courtesy of my lovely dad as sort of a late birthday present! AWWWW!
Everybody now, all together.......AWWWWWWWWWW!
It's going to mean a second Saturday down in Northampton (this time at the very lovely Royal and Derngate though - the DMH/Curve of the town), ha, if only it could become a regular weekly thing once again :/
It's been a week since my birthday. I've been 16 for a week.
Time sure flies.
And tomorrow I WILL do the lottery!
Thursday, 28 January 2010
Pencilling it in with ink, or, NEVER become a plumber.
Today's post has the distinct honour of having 2 titles. Rather like an old Gilbert and Sullivan operetta.
I promised to quote a rather bizarre conversation with Laura after school, and I also wanted to quote what I said to Ellingwoof during today's insane Graphics lesson.
Graphics was a bit of a haze, all I remember was Mr Mears with strange impressions, screws, nuts, Ellingwoof the plumber, D Block Canteen, and discovering my superhero alter ego is Bethman, according to Ellen and Lord Abraham Oliver Lincoln (it's an Ellen thing). Beth-MAN?!?!?!
I'm pretty fed up now. I'm not in deep depression, or tearing my hair out, I've just got that dull, dragging feeling of utter fedup-ness.
Pah, you know how the little things just get to you and keep on nagging?
Twas the return of the magazine after school, the prospect of more work and the like.
At least we didn't have to attempt to use Photoshop again, eh Prime? :P
My head's spinning and I'm tired and confused.
I HAVE MIKA ON! I'm trying to get myself inspired enough to write something, to keep my mind occupied.
Woah, just went into dream world. I'm (sort of) back now.
GOOD LUCK TO ALL YOU PANTO-LAND PEOPLE ON OPENING NIGHT!!!!
If only I could've come :(
Tomorrow I'm going round Beauchamp College first thing. Should be...interesting. Shame I'm so indecisve; part of me is hoping I hate it so I'm not forced to choose about next year...
I promised to quote a rather bizarre conversation with Laura after school, and I also wanted to quote what I said to Ellingwoof during today's insane Graphics lesson.
Graphics was a bit of a haze, all I remember was Mr Mears with strange impressions, screws, nuts, Ellingwoof the plumber, D Block Canteen, and discovering my superhero alter ego is Bethman, according to Ellen and Lord Abraham Oliver Lincoln (it's an Ellen thing). Beth-MAN?!?!?!
I'm pretty fed up now. I'm not in deep depression, or tearing my hair out, I've just got that dull, dragging feeling of utter fedup-ness.
Pah, you know how the little things just get to you and keep on nagging?
Twas the return of the magazine after school, the prospect of more work and the like.
At least we didn't have to attempt to use Photoshop again, eh Prime? :P
My head's spinning and I'm tired and confused.
I HAVE MIKA ON! I'm trying to get myself inspired enough to write something, to keep my mind occupied.
Woah, just went into dream world. I'm (sort of) back now.
GOOD LUCK TO ALL YOU PANTO-LAND PEOPLE ON OPENING NIGHT!!!!
If only I could've come :(
Tomorrow I'm going round Beauchamp College first thing. Should be...interesting. Shame I'm so indecisve; part of me is hoping I hate it so I'm not forced to choose about next year...
Wednesday, 27 January 2010
I've been running round in circles in my mind.
It's funny (and probably slightly sad) that it's got to the point now where I go through the motions of the day, and at specific highlights my brain goes *DING DING! BLOG MOMENT!* and I decide to blog about it later.
And then it gets to 9:11 and I've forgotten half of them.
One of my dramatical contacts sent me the entire first Glee soundtrack yesterday; I'm now in love with that too, and also very much in debt to the guy (who's playing Link in his school production of Hairspray - HAIRSPRAY!!!! Jealous?!?!?!)
It's so good at lifting my mood, which happens to be quite low at the moment. THEY ACTUALLY DO QUEEN JUSTICE! :)
I wish this year would just hurry itself up.
This week has gone pretty quick though, but I think that's a mixture of exams and other forms of stress :S
Chemistry exam today, hmmmm, the first part made me want to chuck the paper out of the window, but the second part was slightly...*gasp*...reassuring.
I have no idea how I've done there, and I hate exam 'post mortems'.
But it occurred to me during this week's exams how OFF-PUTTING invigilators can be!
For example, when you open the paper and try to make a start, and all of a sudden an invigilator armed with a clipboard is towering over you making notes...
I GET SO SELF-CONSCIOUS!
I think invigilator is quite a scary job title actually. It makes me think of 'terminator' or 'crusher' or something. Don't get me wrong, I know an invigilator from my village, and she's a lovely person, but the word still scares me.
I have so much on my mind right now, and I feel like I'm running out of time, even though I keep WANTING to run out of time because this year is evil.
Everything is SO complicated!
Oh well, tomorrow is Thursday, which means chippy day, which means chips and also it means it's nearly Friday, which means it's nearly the weekend.
Oh, shut up Taylor you utter fool.
And then it gets to 9:11 and I've forgotten half of them.
One of my dramatical contacts sent me the entire first Glee soundtrack yesterday; I'm now in love with that too, and also very much in debt to the guy (who's playing Link in his school production of Hairspray - HAIRSPRAY!!!! Jealous?!?!?!)
It's so good at lifting my mood, which happens to be quite low at the moment. THEY ACTUALLY DO QUEEN JUSTICE! :)
I wish this year would just hurry itself up.
This week has gone pretty quick though, but I think that's a mixture of exams and other forms of stress :S
Chemistry exam today, hmmmm, the first part made me want to chuck the paper out of the window, but the second part was slightly...*gasp*...reassuring.
I have no idea how I've done there, and I hate exam 'post mortems'.
But it occurred to me during this week's exams how OFF-PUTTING invigilators can be!
For example, when you open the paper and try to make a start, and all of a sudden an invigilator armed with a clipboard is towering over you making notes...
I GET SO SELF-CONSCIOUS!
I think invigilator is quite a scary job title actually. It makes me think of 'terminator' or 'crusher' or something. Don't get me wrong, I know an invigilator from my village, and she's a lovely person, but the word still scares me.
I have so much on my mind right now, and I feel like I'm running out of time, even though I keep WANTING to run out of time because this year is evil.
Everything is SO complicated!
Oh well, tomorrow is Thursday, which means chippy day, which means chips and also it means it's nearly Friday, which means it's nearly the weekend.
Oh, shut up Taylor you utter fool.
Monday, 25 January 2010
*BANG!*....the only thing to do is run.
Mondays are always so rushed and busy for me. I have no idea why. I just always end up exhausted for no reason at the end of them.
Each school night I vow to go to bed a little earlier, and then I don't, and then the next morning I hate myself.
First thing was spent in the 'fitness suite' (pah, it's like 2 broken treadmills, a few weights and a CD player) with Hayley, and WOAH did we come up with the most spontaneous, impromptu, inspired proposal in the history of ideas....
Then French. Grr to that.
Then MUSIC! HAHAHA! Stuck with Abbi and Taz in the secret practice room, rewriting classics and in Taz's case, breaking stuff (like the ceiling and himself).
Ellingwoof, you should know I had Hey Stephen stuck in my head all afternoon.
Twas quite a bizarre soundtrack to my....BIOLOGY EXAM.
It didn't go TOO badly actually (hope I'm not jinxing myself here)....even if it didn't start till 20 minutes after it should've done - the exam board messed it up and didn't send enough papers, so they had to get some photocopied.
We go to all the trouble of panicking and revising, and what do those pompous idiots at OCR do?! WASTE 20 MINUTES OF MY PRECIOUS TIME!
I think THEY should retake their Maths GCSE. They obviously can't count.
I have a Pot Noodle calling me downstairs.
I'm actually killing time here before Glee. I have nothing else to do (of any great importance).
GRR! Distractions! I was just about to type something, then I thought my phone had gone off, so I got up to see (it's the other side of the room on charge), and it hadn't, and I came back and forgot what I was doing.
I should really put my specs back on (I have no idea why they're off). Even if I can see better without them. For the moment.
The scariest text of the month has just come through:
'Go check your email and see your contract bill for the month. Pay it. Or else. Love from Orange'
Better go and break it to my father then....
Each school night I vow to go to bed a little earlier, and then I don't, and then the next morning I hate myself.
First thing was spent in the 'fitness suite' (pah, it's like 2 broken treadmills, a few weights and a CD player) with Hayley, and WOAH did we come up with the most spontaneous, impromptu, inspired proposal in the history of ideas....
Then French. Grr to that.
Then MUSIC! HAHAHA! Stuck with Abbi and Taz in the secret practice room, rewriting classics and in Taz's case, breaking stuff (like the ceiling and himself).
Ellingwoof, you should know I had Hey Stephen stuck in my head all afternoon.
Twas quite a bizarre soundtrack to my....BIOLOGY EXAM.
It didn't go TOO badly actually (hope I'm not jinxing myself here)....even if it didn't start till 20 minutes after it should've done - the exam board messed it up and didn't send enough papers, so they had to get some photocopied.
We go to all the trouble of panicking and revising, and what do those pompous idiots at OCR do?! WASTE 20 MINUTES OF MY PRECIOUS TIME!
I think THEY should retake their Maths GCSE. They obviously can't count.
I have a Pot Noodle calling me downstairs.
I'm actually killing time here before Glee. I have nothing else to do (of any great importance).
GRR! Distractions! I was just about to type something, then I thought my phone had gone off, so I got up to see (it's the other side of the room on charge), and it hadn't, and I came back and forgot what I was doing.
I should really put my specs back on (I have no idea why they're off). Even if I can see better without them. For the moment.
The scariest text of the month has just come through:
'Go check your email and see your contract bill for the month. Pay it. Or else. Love from Orange'
Better go and break it to my father then....
Sunday, 24 January 2010
I need another weekend.
OHHHHHH dear. Argh at the past 2 days.
Pretty nice end to the Friday; before I knew it I glanced down at my clock to find it was midnght. Isn't it so scary when that happens?!?! Why does time insist on running away with itself?!
The Taylor household then awoke on Saturday morning to find no power was available.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Well, it wasn't all bad, I just went back to sleep at first.
But it still wasn't on at lunch. Hmph.
"Oh well," I thought, "it won't matter that much since I'm off out now, it'll be on later."
So off I went to Northampton, to see all my distant dramatical insane fellow lunatics, and woahhhh have I missed them :) Strange to think every Saturday for 5 years I took the route down there to indulge in 3 hours of insanity, music, and maybe some drama. I LOVE the people, and the shows we did were awesome, but by July I knew I'd never cope this year (and in some ways I'm glad I did leave, the spare time feels great :P) and sadly left, at the same time my Dad left his job at the music service.
Twas a sad time. But we went out with a bang doing The Last 5 Years :D (EEEEK!)
It felt so strange, I haven't been there in at least 6 months, but it felt like I'd never even been away. Some great catch ups, even when meeting people crossing the other way over zebra crossings.
One of my best friends there was talking about her drama school auditions - BSA (coincidentally she knows Ashley Tucker, weird or what?!?!), LAMDA, Mountview, Arts Ed, and RADA that very morning. It's weird thinking that you could take something you love like theatre and go and study it and make a life of it. If I had the guts, it's what I'd do.
I'm waffling here.
Got a front row seat at the dress rehearsal watching the different groups there now. Shame the standard of drama has descended terrifyingly, but oh well.
No musical either. PAH.
But to see Shakespeare recited by people in surf shorts and in front of comical moving flowers was rather incredible.
And a great line in a Macbeth thingy - something about how Lady M should've used Persil to get that damned spot out. HAHAHAHA.
So I spent the afternoon there with my Dad (who wasn't looking forward to seeing his old boss and his old office and all his collegues), and I also went and blew some cash on a GORGEOUS new bass (and the best thing is, I get paid for my old one by my own father :D :D :D) in this amazing little Bohemian music shop.
I even persuaded my Dad to pop into Costa where I once more sampled the delights of a gingerbread latte. Ahhh.
So, everything was wonderful. Or not.
Got back to find the power was still off, and the house was freeeeeeezing. The electricity board were completely useless in explaining anything too.
To cut a long, boring story short, we ended up staying the night at my Grandma's, which was certainly a lot warmer.
But I had to share a room with her.
She is the LOUDEST sleeper on this planet, and as a result, I didn't get any sleep AT ALL.
So now I'm very tired.
The power didn't come back on till 10:30am this morning. PAH! And it took ages for any heat to get in :S
Still, I revised, and finally got my new bass out and stuff.
(Revision = biology exam tomorrow = GULP)
This weekend's lack of power has certainly made me appreciate all the little things I take for granted. That, and seeing all the people affected by the earthquake made me realise just how lucky we are, however difficult we think our problems might be. So I'm going to make a donation at some point, every little helps.
TV night tonight, I've finally caught up with last week's Glee episode, and Lark Rise is on in 7 minutes, what a mix :P
BUT, the worst thing?!?! My first legal weekend (*cough cough* NOT like that) and I can't even go out and buy my first lottery ticket!
I MIGHT'VE WON LIKE, A BILLION POUNDS OR SOMETHING?!?!?!?!?!
I'm expecting an amazing week to make up for all this.
Pretty nice end to the Friday; before I knew it I glanced down at my clock to find it was midnght. Isn't it so scary when that happens?!?! Why does time insist on running away with itself?!
The Taylor household then awoke on Saturday morning to find no power was available.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Well, it wasn't all bad, I just went back to sleep at first.
But it still wasn't on at lunch. Hmph.
"Oh well," I thought, "it won't matter that much since I'm off out now, it'll be on later."
So off I went to Northampton, to see all my distant dramatical insane fellow lunatics, and woahhhh have I missed them :) Strange to think every Saturday for 5 years I took the route down there to indulge in 3 hours of insanity, music, and maybe some drama. I LOVE the people, and the shows we did were awesome, but by July I knew I'd never cope this year (and in some ways I'm glad I did leave, the spare time feels great :P) and sadly left, at the same time my Dad left his job at the music service.
Twas a sad time. But we went out with a bang doing The Last 5 Years :D (EEEEK!)
It felt so strange, I haven't been there in at least 6 months, but it felt like I'd never even been away. Some great catch ups, even when meeting people crossing the other way over zebra crossings.
One of my best friends there was talking about her drama school auditions - BSA (coincidentally she knows Ashley Tucker, weird or what?!?!), LAMDA, Mountview, Arts Ed, and RADA that very morning. It's weird thinking that you could take something you love like theatre and go and study it and make a life of it. If I had the guts, it's what I'd do.
I'm waffling here.
Got a front row seat at the dress rehearsal watching the different groups there now. Shame the standard of drama has descended terrifyingly, but oh well.
No musical either. PAH.
But to see Shakespeare recited by people in surf shorts and in front of comical moving flowers was rather incredible.
And a great line in a Macbeth thingy - something about how Lady M should've used Persil to get that damned spot out. HAHAHAHA.
So I spent the afternoon there with my Dad (who wasn't looking forward to seeing his old boss and his old office and all his collegues), and I also went and blew some cash on a GORGEOUS new bass (and the best thing is, I get paid for my old one by my own father :D :D :D) in this amazing little Bohemian music shop.
I even persuaded my Dad to pop into Costa where I once more sampled the delights of a gingerbread latte. Ahhh.
So, everything was wonderful. Or not.
Got back to find the power was still off, and the house was freeeeeeezing. The electricity board were completely useless in explaining anything too.
To cut a long, boring story short, we ended up staying the night at my Grandma's, which was certainly a lot warmer.
But I had to share a room with her.
She is the LOUDEST sleeper on this planet, and as a result, I didn't get any sleep AT ALL.
So now I'm very tired.
The power didn't come back on till 10:30am this morning. PAH! And it took ages for any heat to get in :S
Still, I revised, and finally got my new bass out and stuff.
(Revision = biology exam tomorrow = GULP)
This weekend's lack of power has certainly made me appreciate all the little things I take for granted. That, and seeing all the people affected by the earthquake made me realise just how lucky we are, however difficult we think our problems might be. So I'm going to make a donation at some point, every little helps.
TV night tonight, I've finally caught up with last week's Glee episode, and Lark Rise is on in 7 minutes, what a mix :P
BUT, the worst thing?!?! My first legal weekend (*cough cough* NOT like that) and I can't even go out and buy my first lottery ticket!
I MIGHT'VE WON LIKE, A BILLION POUNDS OR SOMETHING?!?!?!?!?!
I'm expecting an amazing week to make up for all this.
Friday, 22 January 2010
16.
Today, a momentous occasion took place.
Today, I went to Frankie and Bennys and got some of the awesome cheesy garlic bread I've been craving for weeks.
I'm now a LOT richer than I was last night, and I've had an amazing day with some amazing people, and I feel happy and grateful. I got a C in the Physics mock (better than the fat D I was expecting), and a sore arm from a room full of needle-brandishing nurses. Thank you, all.
MAN IN THE MIRROR.
To top it off, I'm one year older, apparently.
And tomorrow, I get to purchase my first lottery ticket. And possiy blow my new-found riches on a brand new bass.
Fun times :D
Today, I went to Frankie and Bennys and got some of the awesome cheesy garlic bread I've been craving for weeks.
I'm now a LOT richer than I was last night, and I've had an amazing day with some amazing people, and I feel happy and grateful. I got a C in the Physics mock (better than the fat D I was expecting), and a sore arm from a room full of needle-brandishing nurses. Thank you, all.
MAN IN THE MIRROR.
To top it off, I'm one year older, apparently.
And tomorrow, I get to purchase my first lottery ticket. And possiy blow my new-found riches on a brand new bass.
Fun times :D
Thursday, 21 January 2010
"What if he actually DOES have a Welsh accent?!" "You'll be inspired."
I've just had the quickest Physics revision session in history. It lasted all of 7 minutes.
In fact, my mother attempted to sabotage such a short session by barging into my lair and questioning me over the workings of Facebook! What cheek!
I blame her for cutting my attempt so short.
Not SUCH a bad day I suppose, last Chemistry lesson before the exam though, which is slightly worth a panic or 2. Triple science = big mistake.
Graphics was a larrrf once again, we had a little photoshoot for the evaluation, and then Ellingwoof (I MENTIONED YOU AGAIN!) delivered my early birthday present (which was truly beautiful even if she'll never see me in a dress) and the rest of my (AWESOME!) Christmas present :P Haha, bless her heart and soul.
I believe I might just fall asleep and land on the keyboard in a minute.
Tomorrow, I'm legal.
I can legally do the lottery, that is. Dirty minds indeed.
In fact, my mother attempted to sabotage such a short session by barging into my lair and questioning me over the workings of Facebook! What cheek!
I blame her for cutting my attempt so short.
Not SUCH a bad day I suppose, last Chemistry lesson before the exam though, which is slightly worth a panic or 2. Triple science = big mistake.
Graphics was a larrrf once again, we had a little photoshoot for the evaluation, and then Ellingwoof (I MENTIONED YOU AGAIN!) delivered my early birthday present (which was truly beautiful even if she'll never see me in a dress) and the rest of my (AWESOME!) Christmas present :P Haha, bless her heart and soul.
I believe I might just fall asleep and land on the keyboard in a minute.
Tomorrow, I'm legal.
I can legally do the lottery, that is. Dirty minds indeed.
Wednesday, 20 January 2010
Have you ever lived in the jungle, Miss?
I think that quote from History last lesson today would make an excellent opening line for a book.
Not that I write books, I just stick to music.
Although I'm on the verge of packing in the songwriting thing and turning to other forms of composition - my latest musical splurges are weiiiiirrd and don't make a great deal of sense (agreed Ellingwoof?).
Physics doesn't make a great deal of sense either. It could be a whole other language for all I care.
Talking of other languages, I survived that French mock thing. Ha. Hahaha.
*Hysterical laughter at the mention of such a subject*
In fact, I managed to demonstrate my ability to swiftly (ha, swift, Ellingwoof) switch languages halfway through an answer when I started mixing English and French:
"Je voudrais aller a New York...again."
"AGAIN?!?!?!"
"Erm, NON, erm OUI, erm...."
Somehow don't think it would've earned me any more marks. Talk about AWKWARD. Luckily I think she thought it was vaguely amusing.
Also, everything I described was either fantastic, useful, different or big.
I have SUCH an extensive vocabulary.
OHHH dear. But it is OVER! Now the sciences to battle...
Actually, now Biology and Chemistry to revise and Physics to actually learn.
It's my Dad's birthday today, bless him! And we have cake. Chocolate cake. MWAHAHAHAHA!
So, I'm off to go enjoy myself and get fatter.
After tonight, I'll only be 15 one more day.
And when I sing Fifteen by the other Taylor, it'll be in the past tense. Because I won't be 15 anymore.
Waffle.
Not that I write books, I just stick to music.
Although I'm on the verge of packing in the songwriting thing and turning to other forms of composition - my latest musical splurges are weiiiiirrd and don't make a great deal of sense (agreed Ellingwoof?).
Physics doesn't make a great deal of sense either. It could be a whole other language for all I care.
Talking of other languages, I survived that French mock thing. Ha. Hahaha.
*Hysterical laughter at the mention of such a subject*
In fact, I managed to demonstrate my ability to swiftly (ha, swift, Ellingwoof) switch languages halfway through an answer when I started mixing English and French:
"Je voudrais aller a New York...again."
"AGAIN?!?!?!"
"Erm, NON, erm OUI, erm...."
Somehow don't think it would've earned me any more marks. Talk about AWKWARD. Luckily I think she thought it was vaguely amusing.
Also, everything I described was either fantastic, useful, different or big.
I have SUCH an extensive vocabulary.
OHHH dear. But it is OVER! Now the sciences to battle...
Actually, now Biology and Chemistry to revise and Physics to actually learn.
It's my Dad's birthday today, bless him! And we have cake. Chocolate cake. MWAHAHAHAHA!
So, I'm off to go enjoy myself and get fatter.
After tonight, I'll only be 15 one more day.
And when I sing Fifteen by the other Taylor, it'll be in the past tense. Because I won't be 15 anymore.
Waffle.
Tuesday, 19 January 2010
What is it about basses that is SO funny?
I've just been down the pub, and no, I'm not drunk, I'm just spending my evening getting super high on caffienated items.
It's called a 'it's-the-night-before-the-French-speaking-mock-I've-given-up-revising-for-even-though-I'm-dreading-it-so-I'll-pretend-it's-not-there' night.
Had one?
Thing is, I won't be able to sleep until some ridiculous time, and when the time comes for Mr Dr to kick me out of Music and into the torture chamber/Bandenberg office of speaking exam doom tomorrow morn, I'll be regretting these caffiene-related actions here.
To be fair, I wasn't even intending on heading down the ol' public house (we were supposed to go tomorrow as my Dad turns officially half a century....bless his heart and soul :D) and I HAD set up all my revision stuff, and I said to my Mum 'Look, I'm revising' and she said 'PAH, it's just a mock' and I said 'BUT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND MY PAIN!'
I bet you're all thinking 'Ohhh for Todd's sake, it's only a mock, idiot', but it's the WORST mock, because it's like SPEAKING, in FRENCH! NOTICE THE USE OF CAPS LOCK HERE, PEOPLE!!!!
And when I put my pain into Facebook status form, people started 'liking' it. They clicked their little like buttons.
WHY DO YOU 'LIKE' MY PAIN?!?!?!?!
I can't believe I've dedicated half my post to such an evil matter.
You wait till the REAL one comes around, I might just hibernate for a while.
And then they'll take me to a padded cell afterwards.
I've had a rubbish day today. Just one of those days where you feel awful. Stress, stress, frustration, getting irritated at the slightest thing, stress and feeling altogther down and ILL.
Oh, the woes of being a teenager.
I don't believe choir can get anymore bizarre. I swore Mr Dr was on the verge of chasing that certain poor man around the music block. He's a nice guy is the Doc, but if you want choir recruits, you don't necessarily have to pounce on the first person to walk through the door.
He only came to see Sarah Who.
Gloria, gloria, augmented 4ths, evil nonsense, illogical stuff.
Then MAN IN THE MIRROR - OOO.
I used to think the tenor section were troublesome enough, but those basses are pretty unruly (that's such a good word). Ellingwoof, if WE were basses (because apparently I'm a man), we'd rule it.
They always get the best lines! 'That's why I want you to knowwww'....
And, the all time favourite...HE COMMMMMMMME.
I don't get why people think I'm so masculine. It's a bit unfair.
RIGHT, no more procrastinating, I'll be heading back to that revision now!!
*proudly marches away*
*stops mid-march*
*runs away*
*cowers in the corner*
If I don't blog tomorrow night, they obviously carted me away a little earlier than planned.
It's called a 'it's-the-night-before-the-French-speaking-mock-I've-given-up-revising-for-even-though-I'm-dreading-it-so-I'll-pretend-it's-not-there' night.
Had one?
Thing is, I won't be able to sleep until some ridiculous time, and when the time comes for Mr Dr to kick me out of Music and into the torture chamber/Bandenberg office of speaking exam doom tomorrow morn, I'll be regretting these caffiene-related actions here.
To be fair, I wasn't even intending on heading down the ol' public house (we were supposed to go tomorrow as my Dad turns officially half a century....bless his heart and soul :D) and I HAD set up all my revision stuff, and I said to my Mum 'Look, I'm revising' and she said 'PAH, it's just a mock' and I said 'BUT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND MY PAIN!'
I bet you're all thinking 'Ohhh for Todd's sake, it's only a mock, idiot', but it's the WORST mock, because it's like SPEAKING, in FRENCH! NOTICE THE USE OF CAPS LOCK HERE, PEOPLE!!!!
And when I put my pain into Facebook status form, people started 'liking' it. They clicked their little like buttons.
WHY DO YOU 'LIKE' MY PAIN?!?!?!?!
I can't believe I've dedicated half my post to such an evil matter.
You wait till the REAL one comes around, I might just hibernate for a while.
And then they'll take me to a padded cell afterwards.
I've had a rubbish day today. Just one of those days where you feel awful. Stress, stress, frustration, getting irritated at the slightest thing, stress and feeling altogther down and ILL.
Oh, the woes of being a teenager.
I don't believe choir can get anymore bizarre. I swore Mr Dr was on the verge of chasing that certain poor man around the music block. He's a nice guy is the Doc, but if you want choir recruits, you don't necessarily have to pounce on the first person to walk through the door.
He only came to see Sarah Who.
Gloria, gloria, augmented 4ths, evil nonsense, illogical stuff.
Then MAN IN THE MIRROR - OOO.
I used to think the tenor section were troublesome enough, but those basses are pretty unruly (that's such a good word). Ellingwoof, if WE were basses (because apparently I'm a man), we'd rule it.
They always get the best lines! 'That's why I want you to knowwww'....
And, the all time favourite...HE COMMMMMMMME.
I don't get why people think I'm so masculine. It's a bit unfair.
RIGHT, no more procrastinating, I'll be heading back to that revision now!!
*proudly marches away*
*stops mid-march*
*runs away*
*cowers in the corner*
If I don't blog tomorrow night, they obviously carted me away a little earlier than planned.
Monday, 18 January 2010
I came to the conclusion daily blogging was going to exhaust me.
Got my wrists metaphorically slapped by Ellingwoof in music for not blogging. I was giving you all a break from the endless whinging, okay?
I say 'all', it's like what, 4?
I love you 'all' though. Lots.
I'm currently blogging via the itodd, wahey, look at me being all flash.
That being said, I'm making this post relatively short because I can't see a damn thing and it takes forever.
However!!!.....
I must announce that I have finally caught up with my contemporaries and have seen the first 2 episodes of Glee! It's AMAZING!!! I think it's going to become quite a favourite o' mine over the next few weeks....
Save me from French Speaking Mocks and Year 11 in general....
Boring day tbh. Highlights were a highly unproductive music practical (Mes Brown and the heater comments, Ellingwoof?) with lots of Swifting, a Biology free....erm, I mean revision lesson, course... and Ellingwoof's donation of music, again, I love you (but not in that way) :D
Just a small town girl....
Last week of being 15.
I say 'all', it's like what, 4?
I love you 'all' though. Lots.
I'm currently blogging via the itodd, wahey, look at me being all flash.
That being said, I'm making this post relatively short because I can't see a damn thing and it takes forever.
However!!!.....
I must announce that I have finally caught up with my contemporaries and have seen the first 2 episodes of Glee! It's AMAZING!!! I think it's going to become quite a favourite o' mine over the next few weeks....
Save me from French Speaking Mocks and Year 11 in general....
Boring day tbh. Highlights were a highly unproductive music practical (Mes Brown and the heater comments, Ellingwoof?) with lots of Swifting, a Biology free....erm, I mean revision lesson, course... and Ellingwoof's donation of music, again, I love you (but not in that way) :D
Just a small town girl....
Last week of being 15.
Friday, 15 January 2010
Interpretive Physics Dancing
HOHOHO it's actually Friday, but it doesn't feel like a Friday. In fact, none of this week has seemed right. Becky and I were discussing this in form; her theory is that not having a proper PE lesson first thing on Monday just messed our entire week up.
Plus, weekends aren't really that fun anymore. So much worrrrrrrrrrrrrk *moan, grumble, grrrrr etc etc*
FRENCH SPEAKING MOCK. WEDNESDAY. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Really need to go into town I think, I'm in serious need of a new coat and a visit to Specsavers, for it seems that I can see better without my glasses for most of the time.
Slight cause for concern, I believe.
Mes parents obviously think differently, they don't seem too concerned.
Hmmmm, well, kicked off the day with our speaking and listening in English which must've been 98% improvised....
(Before I continue I'd like to comment on my use of 'must've', which is apparently slang according to Mr Dr, who said I couldn't possibly use phrases like that in a formal piece of work.
I did it in English coursework. Whooooops.)
Back to the story of my life (or just of my Friday), Maths, pah; she started wailing on about the floods of practice papers they're preparing to throw down on us just before Easter.
Then Physics, which was hilarious because we were Mr Carter-less, and had a 'revision lesson.' But since Katie, Fiona and I religiously believe we are likely to fail, we did in fact revise, and Katie set up a little game show thing with the grand prize being a trip to Barbados (or just S Block canteen) in order to test us. Fiona (who just so happens to be God) and myself sat ready with our 'oink' and 'quack' buzzers, even if we did forget what noises we had to make.
To cut a long story short, no one actually won, and we just made up our points QI-style.
Then Fiona decided to test us using her 'Interpretive Physics Dancing' skills (hence the blog title; the phrase was just too good to use only once). This involved much running around and arm-waving, impersonating alternating current and acceleration.
Twas the best revision technique I have EVER seen.
And, woop, our second dose of Choir this week, we finally finished Man in the Mirror.
It's gonna feel real good, SHAMONE, CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGE.
RE we got chocolate and talked about money.
Many hours, a singing lesson and a pot noodle later, here I am.
Bring on the weekend. Drag along the revision, if you must.
Plus, weekends aren't really that fun anymore. So much worrrrrrrrrrrrrk *moan, grumble, grrrrr etc etc*
FRENCH SPEAKING MOCK. WEDNESDAY. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Really need to go into town I think, I'm in serious need of a new coat and a visit to Specsavers, for it seems that I can see better without my glasses for most of the time.
Slight cause for concern, I believe.
Mes parents obviously think differently, they don't seem too concerned.
Hmmmm, well, kicked off the day with our speaking and listening in English which must've been 98% improvised....
(Before I continue I'd like to comment on my use of 'must've', which is apparently slang according to Mr Dr, who said I couldn't possibly use phrases like that in a formal piece of work.
I did it in English coursework. Whooooops.)
Back to the story of my life (or just of my Friday), Maths, pah; she started wailing on about the floods of practice papers they're preparing to throw down on us just before Easter.
Then Physics, which was hilarious because we were Mr Carter-less, and had a 'revision lesson.' But since Katie, Fiona and I religiously believe we are likely to fail, we did in fact revise, and Katie set up a little game show thing with the grand prize being a trip to Barbados (or just S Block canteen) in order to test us. Fiona (who just so happens to be God) and myself sat ready with our 'oink' and 'quack' buzzers, even if we did forget what noises we had to make.
To cut a long story short, no one actually won, and we just made up our points QI-style.
Then Fiona decided to test us using her 'Interpretive Physics Dancing' skills (hence the blog title; the phrase was just too good to use only once). This involved much running around and arm-waving, impersonating alternating current and acceleration.
Twas the best revision technique I have EVER seen.
And, woop, our second dose of Choir this week, we finally finished Man in the Mirror.
It's gonna feel real good, SHAMONE, CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGE.
RE we got chocolate and talked about money.
Many hours, a singing lesson and a pot noodle later, here I am.
Bring on the weekend. Drag along the revision, if you must.
Thursday, 14 January 2010
Tonight I stared blankly at my page thinking of another witty title.
Yep, my title 'failed'.
Everyone is so pessimistic these days, they just cry out 'ooo epic fail' at random intervals.
Now, I know epic is a great word and all that, but I for one find it highly demoralising to have my lower points in life narrated with a 'FAAAAIIIILLL' comment.
Practically everyone at my bus stop called me a pessimist because I said the school wouldn't close. (Okay, I exaggerate, twas about 5 people underneath the garage)
As a Facebook group I've just seen says, 'If the world ends in 2012, my school will still be open.'
Probably true.
I'm well and truly fed up with this weather (and my keyboard which never types half my words when I'm writing a post - I'm a busy girl, Mr Laptop, sir) - either it snows PROPERLY instead of this pathetic stuff we're getting and gives us a snow day, or it GOES AWAY, because it's stupidly cold and boring now.
MONOTONOUS is the word, I believe.
Haha, Facebook groups, there must be one for pretty much everything...
'I write blogs because I have nothing else to do'
'Revision is the source of all evil'
'I have a strange addiction to eating Pot Noodles in the rain'
'Don't you just hate it when buskers sit on your roof and play their guitars in the middle of the night?'
'Taylor Swift throws rocks at my window, even when it's cold'
The list is endless, my friends.
This blogging thing is a jolly good way to waste/kill time.
Thank Todd for unlimited texting.
Erm, what happened today....nothing of great interest...JFK in History (Ms McHugh manages to be hilarious even with a sore throat, bless her), Chemistry revision (NOOOOOOO), another 'free' English (Mr Ford hath returned but was generous enough to give us MORE planning time) and finally Graphics, where Abbi threw a pencil at me because ol' Mears tried to make out I agreed she was awful. Liar!
I'm being framed for everything at the moment. Ellen's saying I pushed Sarah Who down the music stairs, but don't listen to her Facebook lies, readers, this is nonsense. BLAME THE SNOW.
I'm innocent, and a nice person.
Everyone is so pessimistic these days, they just cry out 'ooo epic fail' at random intervals.
Now, I know epic is a great word and all that, but I for one find it highly demoralising to have my lower points in life narrated with a 'FAAAAIIIILLL' comment.
Practically everyone at my bus stop called me a pessimist because I said the school wouldn't close. (Okay, I exaggerate, twas about 5 people underneath the garage)
As a Facebook group I've just seen says, 'If the world ends in 2012, my school will still be open.'
Probably true.
I'm well and truly fed up with this weather (and my keyboard which never types half my words when I'm writing a post - I'm a busy girl, Mr Laptop, sir) - either it snows PROPERLY instead of this pathetic stuff we're getting and gives us a snow day, or it GOES AWAY, because it's stupidly cold and boring now.
MONOTONOUS is the word, I believe.
Haha, Facebook groups, there must be one for pretty much everything...
'I write blogs because I have nothing else to do'
'Revision is the source of all evil'
'I have a strange addiction to eating Pot Noodles in the rain'
'Don't you just hate it when buskers sit on your roof and play their guitars in the middle of the night?'
'Taylor Swift throws rocks at my window, even when it's cold'
The list is endless, my friends.
This blogging thing is a jolly good way to waste/kill time.
Thank Todd for unlimited texting.
Erm, what happened today....nothing of great interest...JFK in History (Ms McHugh manages to be hilarious even with a sore throat, bless her), Chemistry revision (NOOOOOOO), another 'free' English (Mr Ford hath returned but was generous enough to give us MORE planning time) and finally Graphics, where Abbi threw a pencil at me because ol' Mears tried to make out I agreed she was awful. Liar!
I'm being framed for everything at the moment. Ellen's saying I pushed Sarah Who down the music stairs, but don't listen to her Facebook lies, readers, this is nonsense. BLAME THE SNOW.
I'm innocent, and a nice person.
Wednesday, 13 January 2010
I've never been compared to Beyonce before.
HAHA, bless that Ellingwoof, as an 'early birthday present' I think (because she still insists on getting me something EVEN after organising that amazing Christmas present), she gave me a mixtape on her SD card. Woahhhh, I larrrrrfed a lot.
That was once I'd actually got it loaded though; I spent 10 minutes trying to jam it into a card reader before realising I could've stuck it straight into my laptop with no problems anyway.
Yes, so my iTunes has been fed and all is good :D
But WHAT is it with technology?! Yesterday I spent 10 MINUTES of my precious time ranting and shouting at the printer, jumping up and down and everything while I waited to print off a composition.
This resulted in me storming off muttering and having to restart the computer. PAH.
I bet that printer just loved it. Sat there sniggering and all.
Ohhhh if only Waterloo Road was back on. Anyone know when it returns?
What a ridiculous show. I swear it gets blown up EVERY series. I watch it for my Wednesday night comedy dose, anyway.
Wednesdays, hmmmm. Middle of the week.
Sat in school freezing for most of the morning since D block is still heatingless, and Music is not much better either (watch the stairs crazy people, Sarah slipped down them today and had to go to hospital after hurting her arm, they are LETHAL!).
Notice how the teachers convieniently place the heaters in their direction, too?
My mouse is starting to go a bit funny, I think this might be my cue to leave...
See what I said about technology?!?!?
That was once I'd actually got it loaded though; I spent 10 minutes trying to jam it into a card reader before realising I could've stuck it straight into my laptop with no problems anyway.
Yes, so my iTunes has been fed and all is good :D
But WHAT is it with technology?! Yesterday I spent 10 MINUTES of my precious time ranting and shouting at the printer, jumping up and down and everything while I waited to print off a composition.
This resulted in me storming off muttering and having to restart the computer. PAH.
I bet that printer just loved it. Sat there sniggering and all.
Ohhhh if only Waterloo Road was back on. Anyone know when it returns?
What a ridiculous show. I swear it gets blown up EVERY series. I watch it for my Wednesday night comedy dose, anyway.
Wednesdays, hmmmm. Middle of the week.
Sat in school freezing for most of the morning since D block is still heatingless, and Music is not much better either (watch the stairs crazy people, Sarah slipped down them today and had to go to hospital after hurting her arm, they are LETHAL!).
Notice how the teachers convieniently place the heaters in their direction, too?
My mouse is starting to go a bit funny, I think this might be my cue to leave...
See what I said about technology?!?!?
Tuesday, 12 January 2010
Sham-ONEEE
I will never be able to listen to Man in the Mirror in the same way again thanks to lunatic asylum that is the choir. I love those people dearly.
A little faith has been restored in my revision skills, dear readers! By some miracle of nature I managed to get an A in the Biology mock this morning...I pray I haven't jinxed it for the real thing now :P...
Double maths. Eurgh. No more to say THERE....
In RE we finished our chocolate presentations - I haven't got a clue what it had to do with religion, but we had to get into groups and design and present our own choclate box thingys. Yeah, I don't understand it either, but my group won anyway, so it can't be all bad :)
WE GET FREE CHOCOLATE!!!!
Today I managed to slip over in front of everyone on the ice (for the first time this winter, I may add), but luckily it was a really graceful fall, and I managed to spring myself straight back up using my hand. Shame I whacked my knee on the floor first.
I now have a beautiful bruised knee on my left leg to go with the mysterious bruise on my right leg (cause unknown), which is wonderful.
Evenings like this make it all worth while though - warm, cosy, MSN/Facebook time accompanied by my Pot Noodle here (it's the Bombay Bad Boy though and WOAHHHHHH it's spicy!). Don't forget a bit of Taylor Swift and Mika in the background :D
Ta-rah, bloggers :)
A little faith has been restored in my revision skills, dear readers! By some miracle of nature I managed to get an A in the Biology mock this morning...I pray I haven't jinxed it for the real thing now :P...
Double maths. Eurgh. No more to say THERE....
In RE we finished our chocolate presentations - I haven't got a clue what it had to do with religion, but we had to get into groups and design and present our own choclate box thingys. Yeah, I don't understand it either, but my group won anyway, so it can't be all bad :)
WE GET FREE CHOCOLATE!!!!
Today I managed to slip over in front of everyone on the ice (for the first time this winter, I may add), but luckily it was a really graceful fall, and I managed to spring myself straight back up using my hand. Shame I whacked my knee on the floor first.
I now have a beautiful bruised knee on my left leg to go with the mysterious bruise on my right leg (cause unknown), which is wonderful.
Evenings like this make it all worth while though - warm, cosy, MSN/Facebook time accompanied by my Pot Noodle here (it's the Bombay Bad Boy though and WOAHHHHHH it's spicy!). Don't forget a bit of Taylor Swift and Mika in the background :D
Ta-rah, bloggers :)
Monday, 11 January 2010
I will go crashing through fences in your name...
This blogging lark is actually really therapeutic. I can sit here for hours ranting to my computer, and no one else is forced to endure it :)
I'd like to thank anyone who had an exam this morning, you got us out of PE first thing because you took up all our space, so we just went and watched a film instead.
I got a rather nice surprise today when I was told I was panicking for no reason, since our Biology exam is actually the 25th January rather than the 20th.
Guess I need to learn how to read timetables, then.
I got my first gig as a teacher today, teaching Abbi guitar. I think the 2 chords went rather well, agreed Ellingwoof? ;)...
She's going to hate me for that, but I don't care, because she's got my old iPod and is forever in debt anyway :P
I've managed to drown myself in Biology revision here. We have the mock tomorrow - FIRST LESSON! Ohhh if I fall asleep, it's not my fault, okay??
I'm asking a lot of questions today. Maybe I'm just preparing myself for Philosophy?
WOAH MSN is going a little crazy at me, don't get me wrong, I'm flattered you all want to talk to me, it's just a little unnerving when it keeps buzzing...
My brother has developed an obsession with the Royle Family, it seems (the program that is). I keep hearing that Oasis theme.
Beats Christmas music, though.
I'd like to thank anyone who had an exam this morning, you got us out of PE first thing because you took up all our space, so we just went and watched a film instead.
I got a rather nice surprise today when I was told I was panicking for no reason, since our Biology exam is actually the 25th January rather than the 20th.
Guess I need to learn how to read timetables, then.
I got my first gig as a teacher today, teaching Abbi guitar. I think the 2 chords went rather well, agreed Ellingwoof? ;)...
She's going to hate me for that, but I don't care, because she's got my old iPod and is forever in debt anyway :P
I've managed to drown myself in Biology revision here. We have the mock tomorrow - FIRST LESSON! Ohhh if I fall asleep, it's not my fault, okay??
I'm asking a lot of questions today. Maybe I'm just preparing myself for Philosophy?
WOAH MSN is going a little crazy at me, don't get me wrong, I'm flattered you all want to talk to me, it's just a little unnerving when it keeps buzzing...
My brother has developed an obsession with the Royle Family, it seems (the program that is). I keep hearing that Oasis theme.
Beats Christmas music, though.
Sunday, 10 January 2010
Christmas was over weeks ago. Get that music off, you fool of a brother.
There is only one thing that irritates me more than Emma Watson's so-called 'acting', and that is playing Christmas music after 25th December and before 25th November. (I'm picky, I know.)
It is ILLEGAL in the book of Bethany law (or it would be, if I could be bothered to write one).
OH Todd, he's now crying out for a singalong to his evil henchmen on Skype. WHAAAAAAAT?!?!?!?!
The Met Office make me cry, I hope they're happy. I was foolish enough to get SO hyped up about the possibility of a snow day tomorrow, to be told by my Dad on snow watch that the warnings had been cancelled, and that it now won't snow so badly at all.
LET DOWN. PE first on a Monday is awful, and I was praying for a way out.
Today I woke up at 9 but didn't get up till 12, because I was distracted by Taylor Swift (on my iPod, that is) and the wonderful world of Facebook, and then there were numerous times when I just snoozed off again.
I'm such a lazy so and so.
Once I was up, I just watched films all day then ended up back here. The plan to revise failed, again. I've been realy bad lately. I need a kick up the backside, probably (but I'm not calling for volunteers, before you start lining up. Violent lot.)
I guess it would help if I banned myself from Facebook once in a while?
HAHAHAA, bit early for an April Fool's joke, sorry :P.....
I've come to the conclusion I hate science :D
:O Lark Rise to Candleford is back tonight!!! Aww, it's such a good show, makes
my Sunday nights a little jollier. :)
It better snow.
It is ILLEGAL in the book of Bethany law (or it would be, if I could be bothered to write one).
OH Todd, he's now crying out for a singalong to his evil henchmen on Skype. WHAAAAAAAT?!?!?!?!
The Met Office make me cry, I hope they're happy. I was foolish enough to get SO hyped up about the possibility of a snow day tomorrow, to be told by my Dad on snow watch that the warnings had been cancelled, and that it now won't snow so badly at all.
LET DOWN. PE first on a Monday is awful, and I was praying for a way out.
Today I woke up at 9 but didn't get up till 12, because I was distracted by Taylor Swift (on my iPod, that is) and the wonderful world of Facebook, and then there were numerous times when I just snoozed off again.
I'm such a lazy so and so.
Once I was up, I just watched films all day then ended up back here. The plan to revise failed, again. I've been realy bad lately. I need a kick up the backside, probably (but I'm not calling for volunteers, before you start lining up. Violent lot.)
I guess it would help if I banned myself from Facebook once in a while?
HAHAHAA, bit early for an April Fool's joke, sorry :P.....
I've come to the conclusion I hate science :D
:O Lark Rise to Candleford is back tonight!!! Aww, it's such a good show, makes
my Sunday nights a little jollier. :)
It better snow.
Saturday, 9 January 2010
I love the effect Caps Lock has on life...
I have to open this by admitting I'm cool/sad enough to have the Plonk Gloria on my iPod, and that Laudamus te with an orchestra is hilarious.
Well, I doubt anyone else would find it remotely amusing, but it made ME happy.
Laura's scaring me with her ability to generate Muse-fuelled musical plotlines before my very eyes. On MSN, that is.
We're officially going into business - you heard it (or, erm, saw it) here first. Today Lutterworth, tomorrow Broadway. Okay, I lie. Maybe it'll take a little more than a day.
Today I woke up to SNOW!!!! LOTS of SNOW!!!! And I'm told that tomorrow it's going to snow BIG TIME!!!! As a result, my father's been on snow watch pretty much all day.
THERE IS A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL PEOPLE!!!! There IS a chance of a snow day on Monday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pah. Getting yours and my own hopes up. They'll drag us in whatever.
I actually got some work done today, as well. Tomorrow, *gulp* revision. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Well, I doubt anyone else would find it remotely amusing, but it made ME happy.
Laura's scaring me with her ability to generate Muse-fuelled musical plotlines before my very eyes. On MSN, that is.
We're officially going into business - you heard it (or, erm, saw it) here first. Today Lutterworth, tomorrow Broadway. Okay, I lie. Maybe it'll take a little more than a day.
Today I woke up to SNOW!!!! LOTS of SNOW!!!! And I'm told that tomorrow it's going to snow BIG TIME!!!! As a result, my father's been on snow watch pretty much all day.
THERE IS A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL PEOPLE!!!! There IS a chance of a snow day on Monday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pah. Getting yours and my own hopes up. They'll drag us in whatever.
I actually got some work done today, as well. Tomorrow, *gulp* revision. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Friday, 8 January 2010
As you can see by my use of Caps Lock, I get very passionate over these things.
I kept saying to myself 'Right, after my singing lesson, I'll go and blog."
Before I know it, it's 9:30 and Laura says "Oh, I just read your blog."
And I remember that 3 hours ago I had planned to write a post.
I love Friday evening singing lessons with my Dad :) After evil warm ups we bang through the same exam stuff, and then we end up with some Sweeeeeeeeney, and JRB, and always Light in the Piazza :D
Well, actually Grade 8 does include The Last 5 Years and Sweeney, so we get double the amount of JRB and Sweeeeeney in our lessons this year. If the person who wrote the exam syllabus happens to, by some strange coincidence, be reading this, I love you.
But I come out of my lessons exhausted and desperately in need of a drink. Especially tonight since we haven't had a proper lesson since before the BTEC Panto :O
EVIL LASAGNE!
Ohh, panto days :D
I've just been distracted for at least 10 minutes by 2 different MSN conversations.
Twas worth it though, they're both lovely, it's only Blogger I keep waiting.
I don't think it's too bothered.
It's my birthday 2 weeks today!
I don't know why I even put the exclamation mark, for I'm not exclaiming, in fact, I'm not really that excited about turning one year older.
I have no idea what I would like, or what I want to do, much to the frustration of my parents.
PLUS, on that day, I have our PHYSICS MOCK!!!! AND I HATE AND CANNOT DO PHYSICS!?!?!?!
So, it looks like the only definate present I'll be getting this year is a big fat D from Mr Carter.
As my brother would say, oh joy.
Join me in my prayers for a snow day on Monday please, fellow bloggers.
Before I know it, it's 9:30 and Laura says "Oh, I just read your blog."
And I remember that 3 hours ago I had planned to write a post.
I love Friday evening singing lessons with my Dad :) After evil warm ups we bang through the same exam stuff, and then we end up with some Sweeeeeeeeney, and JRB, and always Light in the Piazza :D
Well, actually Grade 8 does include The Last 5 Years and Sweeney, so we get double the amount of JRB and Sweeeeeney in our lessons this year. If the person who wrote the exam syllabus happens to, by some strange coincidence, be reading this, I love you.
But I come out of my lessons exhausted and desperately in need of a drink. Especially tonight since we haven't had a proper lesson since before the BTEC Panto :O
EVIL LASAGNE!
Ohh, panto days :D
I've just been distracted for at least 10 minutes by 2 different MSN conversations.
Twas worth it though, they're both lovely, it's only Blogger I keep waiting.
I don't think it's too bothered.
It's my birthday 2 weeks today!
I don't know why I even put the exclamation mark, for I'm not exclaiming, in fact, I'm not really that excited about turning one year older.
I have no idea what I would like, or what I want to do, much to the frustration of my parents.
PLUS, on that day, I have our PHYSICS MOCK!!!! AND I HATE AND CANNOT DO PHYSICS!?!?!?!
So, it looks like the only definate present I'll be getting this year is a big fat D from Mr Carter.
As my brother would say, oh joy.
Join me in my prayers for a snow day on Monday please, fellow bloggers.
Thursday, 7 January 2010
Who'd have thought that love could be so caffienated?
Why oh why when I post an innocent comment on someone's blog does it make me do one of those strange spam check things?!?!? Does it not trust me?! Does it just not like me?!?!?!
I hate those. It takes me at least half an hour to decipher the letters and type them in correctly.
I have a massive bruise on my leg, and I have no idea how I did it.
It's SOO cold!!! I took a stroll up to He Come Chippy at lunch (sadly I only encountered Abbi on the way back. Tis a rare occasion when we don't go together...), and made the mistake of not putting my gloves on.
What a fool.
Ellen has just asked me for the address of this very blog. Hi Ellen.
Not much to report on today really, History is now history, the Chemistry mock has made me lose faith in my revision skills, English was basically a free (it was one of those where you're supposed to be planning a speaking and listening, know what i mean?), and Graphics was as bizarre and exciting as ever. I believed Abbi actually blogged live from that very lesson?
Rebel with a beret, indeed.
She's sent me all crazy for Taylor Swift again :) T-Swizzle a ha, the secret violent maniac who follows her exes and crushes around throwing rocks at them.
I wish I could write songs like that.
And today's post title? Youtube a song called Taylor the Latte Boy, sung by Kristin Chenoworth (GLINDAAAAAA! from Wicked)
Tis HILARIOUS.
I hate those. It takes me at least half an hour to decipher the letters and type them in correctly.
I have a massive bruise on my leg, and I have no idea how I did it.
It's SOO cold!!! I took a stroll up to He Come Chippy at lunch (sadly I only encountered Abbi on the way back. Tis a rare occasion when we don't go together...), and made the mistake of not putting my gloves on.
What a fool.
Ellen has just asked me for the address of this very blog. Hi Ellen.
Not much to report on today really, History is now history, the Chemistry mock has made me lose faith in my revision skills, English was basically a free (it was one of those where you're supposed to be planning a speaking and listening, know what i mean?), and Graphics was as bizarre and exciting as ever. I believed Abbi actually blogged live from that very lesson?
Rebel with a beret, indeed.
She's sent me all crazy for Taylor Swift again :) T-Swizzle a ha, the secret violent maniac who follows her exes and crushes around throwing rocks at them.
I wish I could write songs like that.
And today's post title? Youtube a song called Taylor the Latte Boy, sung by Kristin Chenoworth (GLINDAAAAAA! from Wicked)
Tis HILARIOUS.
Wednesday, 6 January 2010
When in doubt, watch the Christmas present.
We've been back 2 days, and already I'm exhausted and fed up and altogether eurghhhhhh. Yup, the rest of this year looks fun :/
Oh my Todd, I'm such a pessimist, but I blame my darling father for that. Always preparing for the worst. In this sort of weather he goes on what my Mum calls 'snow watch' and gets all anxious and spends half of his time staring out the window and the other half staring at the Met Office website.
Which brings me to another topic. WHY DID WE HAVE TO GO IN TODAY?!?!?! Ohhhhhh.
My brother gets the taxi to his school, and they refused to take him, and my Dad's school rang up at some ridiculous time because all the schools in Northampton had basically shut. In fact, all the surrounding counties ground to a halt apart from little old Leicestershire, grrrrrrrr moan moan moan.
ANYWAY.
So, we're back at the wondrous place they call Lutterworth College. *half hearted cheer*
In fact, today quite a momentous occasion took place period 1, as the graphics crew (or, in fact, just Abbi, Ellen and myself) actually handed in our coursework. All the lessons of pure madness over the past year and a bit spent together; if this was Doctor Who they'd advertise it as the beginning of the end (as they so often do). Gradually through the weeks(and, ha, I mean gradually :P) we built up little folders of 'work' which today we handed in. I'll miss those lessons in June. They're one of the highlights of my week.
In fact, Ellen reminded me today that after we leave year 11, we won't have any lessons together anymore, and we've seen each other pretty much every day since year 7.
Ohh, how times change.
I'd like to dedicate the final part of tonight's moan....erm, i mean blog post, to our favourite Sibelius Shepherd (yes, Abbi, she has a BTEC in shepherding), the wonderful Laura, who is so completely insane and dedicated to the asylum that is the Choir, she's writing out the entire Poulenc (or Plonk) Gloria so we actually know what we're doing. What a STAR.
Laura, post those breakfast time lyrics, you know, the convo between the soprano and alto :D
Gloria in excelsis deo, he come, readers.
Oh my Todd, I'm such a pessimist, but I blame my darling father for that. Always preparing for the worst. In this sort of weather he goes on what my Mum calls 'snow watch' and gets all anxious and spends half of his time staring out the window and the other half staring at the Met Office website.
Which brings me to another topic. WHY DID WE HAVE TO GO IN TODAY?!?!?! Ohhhhhh.
My brother gets the taxi to his school, and they refused to take him, and my Dad's school rang up at some ridiculous time because all the schools in Northampton had basically shut. In fact, all the surrounding counties ground to a halt apart from little old Leicestershire, grrrrrrrr moan moan moan.
ANYWAY.
So, we're back at the wondrous place they call Lutterworth College. *half hearted cheer*
In fact, today quite a momentous occasion took place period 1, as the graphics crew (or, in fact, just Abbi, Ellen and myself) actually handed in our coursework. All the lessons of pure madness over the past year and a bit spent together; if this was Doctor Who they'd advertise it as the beginning of the end (as they so often do). Gradually through the weeks(and, ha, I mean gradually :P) we built up little folders of 'work' which today we handed in. I'll miss those lessons in June. They're one of the highlights of my week.
In fact, Ellen reminded me today that after we leave year 11, we won't have any lessons together anymore, and we've seen each other pretty much every day since year 7.
Ohh, how times change.
I'd like to dedicate the final part of tonight's moan....erm, i mean blog post, to our favourite Sibelius Shepherd (yes, Abbi, she has a BTEC in shepherding), the wonderful Laura, who is so completely insane and dedicated to the asylum that is the Choir, she's writing out the entire Poulenc (or Plonk) Gloria so we actually know what we're doing. What a STAR.
Laura, post those breakfast time lyrics, you know, the convo between the soprano and alto :D
Gloria in excelsis deo, he come, readers.
Monday, 4 January 2010
Back to school. No. Noooo. NOOOOOOO.
Why do these holidays go SOOO stupidly quick? The injustice of it all.
So today was our last day of freedom, and I had it to myself since my Dad had a training day at his school, my brother went back today, and My Mum has been back at work for a while now anyway. So I dragged myself onto the bus and went into Harborough accompanied by Belle and Sebastian, Elliot Minor, The Smiths and Muse (unfortunately not in person, just on the ol' Blackberry).
I'd vowed to 'lose my gingerbread latte virginity' today, but Starbucks told me that they'd stopped serving them on the 1st. PAH. So I sat down with a 'normal' latte which was heavenly enough, and once I was full of caffienated goodness, I bounded up to the music shop where I get all my lovely musical supplies from. There I spied a few basses, and almost paid an obscene amount of money for a little book I've been looking for for ages; I almost fainted when I was told the price, twas rather ridiculous..
So I wandered round a little more and visited several more little shops, and felt sorry for the nice shops that were closing, and then found the answer to all my composition prayers in the form of an AMAZING music theory guide in Waterstones. (ohhh, I'm sad.) Now I'll actually be able to understand half of what I write.
After investing in some folders to hold the little amount of revision notes I'll actually do, I realised I still had a while before I could get home, so I wandered over to Costa, where the barista (wahey, look at me with all the coffee lingo) proudly told me they wouldn't be out of gingerbread lattes till at least next Christmas because they had so much syrup stuff, and then went on into how amazing they were and how they make them etc etc
I wasn't really that bothered. I just wanted to know what all the fuss was about.
But, oh my absolute Todd, I can understand this manic obsession over them.
It was gooooooood. Goooooooood with even more ooos. I have a feeling I'll be seeing a little more of that place.
Then I went home. And watched Shrek. And then sat at the piano for the rest of the day singing and the like, except the heating in that room is non-existent, so I got cold.
This was followed by 2 consecutive visits to the post office, because I'm a fool and forgot what I needed the first time I went.
I have no idea what else to write, so I'll waffle because I have nothing better to do.
This is purely to put off the depressing business of sorting out my school stuff.
*5 minutes later, still staring blankly at the screen, no waffling achieved*
Okay, I think I'm going now.
So today was our last day of freedom, and I had it to myself since my Dad had a training day at his school, my brother went back today, and My Mum has been back at work for a while now anyway. So I dragged myself onto the bus and went into Harborough accompanied by Belle and Sebastian, Elliot Minor, The Smiths and Muse (unfortunately not in person, just on the ol' Blackberry).
I'd vowed to 'lose my gingerbread latte virginity' today, but Starbucks told me that they'd stopped serving them on the 1st. PAH. So I sat down with a 'normal' latte which was heavenly enough, and once I was full of caffienated goodness, I bounded up to the music shop where I get all my lovely musical supplies from. There I spied a few basses, and almost paid an obscene amount of money for a little book I've been looking for for ages; I almost fainted when I was told the price, twas rather ridiculous..
So I wandered round a little more and visited several more little shops, and felt sorry for the nice shops that were closing, and then found the answer to all my composition prayers in the form of an AMAZING music theory guide in Waterstones. (ohhh, I'm sad.) Now I'll actually be able to understand half of what I write.
After investing in some folders to hold the little amount of revision notes I'll actually do, I realised I still had a while before I could get home, so I wandered over to Costa, where the barista (wahey, look at me with all the coffee lingo) proudly told me they wouldn't be out of gingerbread lattes till at least next Christmas because they had so much syrup stuff, and then went on into how amazing they were and how they make them etc etc
I wasn't really that bothered. I just wanted to know what all the fuss was about.
But, oh my absolute Todd, I can understand this manic obsession over them.
It was gooooooood. Goooooooood with even more ooos. I have a feeling I'll be seeing a little more of that place.
Then I went home. And watched Shrek. And then sat at the piano for the rest of the day singing and the like, except the heating in that room is non-existent, so I got cold.
This was followed by 2 consecutive visits to the post office, because I'm a fool and forgot what I needed the first time I went.
I have no idea what else to write, so I'll waffle because I have nothing better to do.
This is purely to put off the depressing business of sorting out my school stuff.
*5 minutes later, still staring blankly at the screen, no waffling achieved*
Okay, I think I'm going now.
Sunday, 3 January 2010
It hasn't happened since the last time it did it.
I didn't FORGET to post yesterday. I have a reasonable excuse as to why I didn't.
I was actually reading other blogs when all of a sudden my computer decided to die and completely freeze. So I pulled a few plugs out and hit it a few times, still with no luck, so I did what all computer users do when the going gets tough....CONTROL, ALT, DELETE.
When that too failed, I ran downstairs with the ol' machine and took it to the awesome king of music that just happens to be my Dad (I love him, he's a genius and completely insane), and he ripped the battery out, and now it's okay :)
By then I couldn't really be bothered to do a lot more on it, so I relocated to my ipod touch and sat on Facebook forever and ever, amen.
So yeah, yesterday I did ACTUALLY get a load of Chemistry revision done, but I also realised how much else I should've done, eurghhhhhh. OH WELL. I've had my fun these past 2 weeks :)
Today Laura came round, and lots of musical stuff happened, even more MUSE-ical stuff happened, and she introduced me to the wonderful if slightly bizarre and unnerving world of voice recognition on the computer (next. next. NEXT. matt).
WOAH, 4 followers?! I feel almost popular.
It doesn't feel like Sunday at all today.
Tomorrow, tis our last day of freedom. Mine shall be spent sitting in Starbucks not doing an awful lot, before studying the many things I cannot afford in Harborough's many shops. I say many, but really all the good ones have gone now. Stupid credit crunch.
I'd forgotten what an amazing band Belle and Sebastian are :) Scottish indie. Bit of a departure from American theatre/jazz. Yep.
Goodbye until tomorrow....
I was actually reading other blogs when all of a sudden my computer decided to die and completely freeze. So I pulled a few plugs out and hit it a few times, still with no luck, so I did what all computer users do when the going gets tough....CONTROL, ALT, DELETE.
When that too failed, I ran downstairs with the ol' machine and took it to the awesome king of music that just happens to be my Dad (I love him, he's a genius and completely insane), and he ripped the battery out, and now it's okay :)
By then I couldn't really be bothered to do a lot more on it, so I relocated to my ipod touch and sat on Facebook forever and ever, amen.
So yeah, yesterday I did ACTUALLY get a load of Chemistry revision done, but I also realised how much else I should've done, eurghhhhhh. OH WELL. I've had my fun these past 2 weeks :)
Today Laura came round, and lots of musical stuff happened, even more MUSE-ical stuff happened, and she introduced me to the wonderful if slightly bizarre and unnerving world of voice recognition on the computer (next. next. NEXT. matt).
WOAH, 4 followers?! I feel almost popular.
It doesn't feel like Sunday at all today.
Tomorrow, tis our last day of freedom. Mine shall be spent sitting in Starbucks not doing an awful lot, before studying the many things I cannot afford in Harborough's many shops. I say many, but really all the good ones have gone now. Stupid credit crunch.
I'd forgotten what an amazing band Belle and Sebastian are :) Scottish indie. Bit of a departure from American theatre/jazz. Yep.
Goodbye until tomorrow....
Friday, 1 January 2010
1 down, 364 to go.
Eurgh. Boredom. We had EVEN MORE relatives over today, and they've only just left.
Highlights include my brother being beaten on the Wii by my 6 year old cousin, and the rest of us partaking in a game of Chocolate Russian Roulette - you spin the spinner thing, take your chocolate, and pray that isn't the one with a super hot chili inside. Slight panic ensued when we discovered my very pregnant auntie had lost and was quite overwhelmed by the chili-ness (we didn't really want to induce labour you know, she's still got another month to go), but all was okay. Everything was solved in a game of Trivial Pursuit via iPod touches.
And then we had Dr Who, which I haven't been a great fan of recently, because it's all become a little bit strange and ridiculous if you ask me.
The highlight was my wonderful father strolling in during a really poignant scene with the sad music they use (you know the sort with the REALLY high singer?), and exclaiming 'Wow, David Tennant's got a high voice.'
Oh, that made my day.
Once again I ate too much. What's new, though?
Tomorrow, I WILL revise. I WILL REVISE.
*sheepish expreesion*
Night...
Highlights include my brother being beaten on the Wii by my 6 year old cousin, and the rest of us partaking in a game of Chocolate Russian Roulette - you spin the spinner thing, take your chocolate, and pray that isn't the one with a super hot chili inside. Slight panic ensued when we discovered my very pregnant auntie had lost and was quite overwhelmed by the chili-ness (we didn't really want to induce labour you know, she's still got another month to go), but all was okay. Everything was solved in a game of Trivial Pursuit via iPod touches.
And then we had Dr Who, which I haven't been a great fan of recently, because it's all become a little bit strange and ridiculous if you ask me.
The highlight was my wonderful father strolling in during a really poignant scene with the sad music they use (you know the sort with the REALLY high singer?), and exclaiming 'Wow, David Tennant's got a high voice.'
Oh, that made my day.
Once again I ate too much. What's new, though?
Tomorrow, I WILL revise. I WILL REVISE.
*sheepish expreesion*
Night...
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