Scrap the last line of that last post, my handwriting is impossible.
SO IS FACEBOOK CHAT! Becky is trying to talk to me, but BOOM, it just HAS to explode, doesn't it....
I'm in a good mood.
3 guesses why?
OHHHHHH LORDY, French speaking is DONE WITH! :D
*To the tune of Still Hurting*
French Speaking is over, French Speaking is gone....
I have mountains of maths to do thanks to our wonderful teacher, but right now, at this moment in time, I DON'T CARE.
Bank Holiday weekend, here we are :)
Tomorrow, I'm braving Specsavers again, I need these new glasses, see (no pun intended, again). Because, right now, seeing is difficult. Grr.
Where has the time gone?!?! :O
5 Years Time has just come on. For me, this song is the definition of summer.
It just IS summer. Summer is not summer without this song.
This song makes me want a ukelele more than Godspell did.
Boys and girls, summer is just round the corner.
Boys and girls? Well, that was incredibly sarcastic.
Do you know what my Grandma says about sarcasm? She says it's the lowest form of wit.
But I'm pretty low anyway what with being 5 ft 2 and all that, so OH WELL.
Friday, 30 April 2010
Describe....ME
Started this as part of an English mock, got it back, polished it off a bit, added a few bits here and there and VOILA, thought it'd make a fair blog post:
The person reading this may have never met me before. They may or may not have felt the (often confused or bewildered) stare from behind these specs, or have had to ignore my useless chatter and odd laugh (which my brother refers to as a cackle, but what does he know?). People seem to recognise me in the strangest of places these days thanks to having performed in far too many concerts. Seriously, the film collector at the bus stop, the audience member in the Derngate loos...ohh, the pains of the theatre. For that is one thing you must know about me straight off from the moment we meet, my entire life seems to revolve around music, drama and the theatre.
But who exactly am I? To my closest friends and family I am Bethany, to many more I am Beth, to a select few I am both. Nick's recently started the trend of calling me Taylor, which has strangely caught on. I live in your average village, attend your (almost) average secondary school, and make an attempt to live the average teenage life (minus the drug-fuelled Skins style parties and the ASBO thing. I'm not like that.). I live with my Dad, my Mum and my 14-year old brother (although in my ench speaking exam he'll be 12 since I can never remember the French for 14). We're ever so slightly dysfunctional, but then again I believe all families are in their own special way. I just happen to be the most impatient person in the world, which considering my particular family isn't really helpful. My first love is music, did I mention that? I bet I could take you through my family tree and find a musical link to almost everyone...
I have a WONDERFUL (notice caps lock) circle of friends. They're all mad, but I'm told the best people are. I'm by NO means super popular (who'd want to be?!), but I like to think of myself as someone who gets on with pretty much everyone, except the people I can't stand. Sadly no glorious love life to pour my heart about here (which is a shame considering how much of a hopeless romantic I am); I could pour my heart out to you about my LACK of a glorious love life, but I do that enough to my poor friends enough daily.
I've made far too many selfish mistakes to count (and I hate Maths at the best of times), and sometimes I tend to waffle. Sometimes I speak too fast or interrupt by accident. I get easily paranoid, and read into things too much.
There is one thing about me I think you'd never guess, although I'm told it's one of the worst kept secrets ever.
I get easily guilty and have far too many regrets. I spend too much time living in the past (and I'm not just talking about History lessons with Burty). I give up too easily. People wonder why I'm confident on stage but can't seem to stick my hand up in class - believe me or not but I'm intimidated. I think I rely on my friends too much. My biggest fear is death and/or losing someone close to me.
I know I don't have much longer to explain myself to the poor soul reading this, so I'll try and end on a happier note (no musical pun intended). I hope one day when you read my name, it won't be on an exam paper or a Facebook page or a bus pass or a mere blog but it'll be on the front of some West End theatre that's housing the musical I'm currently co-writing.
Oh, that's another thing. I'm tremendously hopeful and 'impossible' isn't in my dictionary.
The person reading this may have never met me before. They may or may not have felt the (often confused or bewildered) stare from behind these specs, or have had to ignore my useless chatter and odd laugh (which my brother refers to as a cackle, but what does he know?). People seem to recognise me in the strangest of places these days thanks to having performed in far too many concerts. Seriously, the film collector at the bus stop, the audience member in the Derngate loos...ohh, the pains of the theatre. For that is one thing you must know about me straight off from the moment we meet, my entire life seems to revolve around music, drama and the theatre.
But who exactly am I? To my closest friends and family I am Bethany, to many more I am Beth, to a select few I am both. Nick's recently started the trend of calling me Taylor, which has strangely caught on. I live in your average village, attend your (almost) average secondary school, and make an attempt to live the average teenage life (minus the drug-fuelled Skins style parties and the ASBO thing. I'm not like that.). I live with my Dad, my Mum and my 14-year old brother (although in my ench speaking exam he'll be 12 since I can never remember the French for 14). We're ever so slightly dysfunctional, but then again I believe all families are in their own special way. I just happen to be the most impatient person in the world, which considering my particular family isn't really helpful. My first love is music, did I mention that? I bet I could take you through my family tree and find a musical link to almost everyone...
I have a WONDERFUL (notice caps lock) circle of friends. They're all mad, but I'm told the best people are. I'm by NO means super popular (who'd want to be?!), but I like to think of myself as someone who gets on with pretty much everyone, except the people I can't stand. Sadly no glorious love life to pour my heart about here (which is a shame considering how much of a hopeless romantic I am); I could pour my heart out to you about my LACK of a glorious love life, but I do that enough to my poor friends enough daily.
I've made far too many selfish mistakes to count (and I hate Maths at the best of times), and sometimes I tend to waffle. Sometimes I speak too fast or interrupt by accident. I get easily paranoid, and read into things too much.
There is one thing about me I think you'd never guess, although I'm told it's one of the worst kept secrets ever.
I get easily guilty and have far too many regrets. I spend too much time living in the past (and I'm not just talking about History lessons with Burty). I give up too easily. People wonder why I'm confident on stage but can't seem to stick my hand up in class - believe me or not but I'm intimidated. I think I rely on my friends too much. My biggest fear is death and/or losing someone close to me.
I know I don't have much longer to explain myself to the poor soul reading this, so I'll try and end on a happier note (no musical pun intended). I hope one day when you read my name, it won't be on an exam paper or a Facebook page or a bus pass or a mere blog but it'll be on the front of some West End theatre that's housing the musical I'm currently co-writing.
Oh, that's another thing. I'm tremendously hopeful and 'impossible' isn't in my dictionary.
Wednesday, 28 April 2010
God, my whole life's like some TEST....
Well, this is the first evening all week that I've been in a relatively decent mood, and no one talkative is online for me to share it with.
Why do all the best songs have to be written for men?
Now I can just about scrape my way through my French, and I pretty much know my song for tomorrow. Just, now I'm playing for Scott, and singing with him, and singing by myself, and as of 11am this morning I'm now stuck with the huge ending solo bit in Seasons of Love.
Ahh. For those of you that haven't heard the huge, insanely high screech at the end, youtube it (RENT LOVE :D).
So now I only have to worry that I have no more time to rehearse anything with Scott, that I'm going to mix up my words and that I've somehow got to muster up the power to screech that top C.
A 2 octave jump.
I did it before, but that was once. Ouch.
It'll either kill me or some poor kid in the audience.
But ENOUGH musical talk! Onto a more (apparently) controversial subject, the fact that the powers that be at the darling college have decided to go ahead with vertical tutor grouping.
Makes me CROSS. Whatever happened to democracy? Free speech?
Okay, so we were never going to get a say in something that huge, but they kept it quiet because they knew we would hate it...
Shutting down a Facebook group that protested against it is rather disgusting though. I'd like to know what is wrong with having an opinion. Over 500 people have joined the new one in retalliation though, that's about a quarter of the students.
Yet, STILL, the powers that be choose to ignore it. After all, they are 'more experienced' and 'know what's best for us'.
HELL do they! It's all about ticking boxes on an Ofsted report these days; my Dad had been out of proper teaching for 7 years before going back in September and now he says kids and the school system have changed so much - on his first appraisal at his new school, the senior manager gave him a ticking off because SOME STUDENTS HAD THEIR COATS ON. They didn't comment on how the kids were actually engaged in the lesson unlike with many other teachers, or on his teaching technique, no, they were more interested in uniform.
The whole thing is a joke.
As for uniform at OUR beloved college, one particular teacher of mine was saying how there is now talk of bringing uniform into sixth form. THAT is a joke.
Why have they suddenly become so intent on taking away everything that was good at that place?
It's all a show of power, if you ask me.
I think tomorrow we're having an assembly on it for them to 'explain' it, and basically tell us it's definite. Reading between the lines, it'll be a slap on the wrists for daring to discuss such a matter over the internet. OO, sorry, I thought we were in a free country?
Rants always make me feel better :) Sorry for boring you.
But then again, TOUGH, this is my place of blogging.
25 minutes till Friends. How else can I kill some time?....
Why do all the best songs have to be written for men?
Now I can just about scrape my way through my French, and I pretty much know my song for tomorrow. Just, now I'm playing for Scott, and singing with him, and singing by myself, and as of 11am this morning I'm now stuck with the huge ending solo bit in Seasons of Love.
Ahh. For those of you that haven't heard the huge, insanely high screech at the end, youtube it (RENT LOVE :D).
So now I only have to worry that I have no more time to rehearse anything with Scott, that I'm going to mix up my words and that I've somehow got to muster up the power to screech that top C.
A 2 octave jump.
I did it before, but that was once. Ouch.
It'll either kill me or some poor kid in the audience.
But ENOUGH musical talk! Onto a more (apparently) controversial subject, the fact that the powers that be at the darling college have decided to go ahead with vertical tutor grouping.
Makes me CROSS. Whatever happened to democracy? Free speech?
Okay, so we were never going to get a say in something that huge, but they kept it quiet because they knew we would hate it...
Shutting down a Facebook group that protested against it is rather disgusting though. I'd like to know what is wrong with having an opinion. Over 500 people have joined the new one in retalliation though, that's about a quarter of the students.
Yet, STILL, the powers that be choose to ignore it. After all, they are 'more experienced' and 'know what's best for us'.
HELL do they! It's all about ticking boxes on an Ofsted report these days; my Dad had been out of proper teaching for 7 years before going back in September and now he says kids and the school system have changed so much - on his first appraisal at his new school, the senior manager gave him a ticking off because SOME STUDENTS HAD THEIR COATS ON. They didn't comment on how the kids were actually engaged in the lesson unlike with many other teachers, or on his teaching technique, no, they were more interested in uniform.
The whole thing is a joke.
As for uniform at OUR beloved college, one particular teacher of mine was saying how there is now talk of bringing uniform into sixth form. THAT is a joke.
Why have they suddenly become so intent on taking away everything that was good at that place?
It's all a show of power, if you ask me.
I think tomorrow we're having an assembly on it for them to 'explain' it, and basically tell us it's definite. Reading between the lines, it'll be a slap on the wrists for daring to discuss such a matter over the internet. OO, sorry, I thought we were in a free country?
Rants always make me feel better :) Sorry for boring you.
But then again, TOUGH, this is my place of blogging.
25 minutes till Friends. How else can I kill some time?....
Monday, 26 April 2010
I want you, and you, and NOTHING but you, miles and piles of you...
I swear I could listen to JRB a thousand times over and never get bored.
I'm burning CDs in iTunes. Apparently this is a mistake, for now my computer is having a fit and is making me pay by slowing everything else down...
OO! PING! Done :)
It's like when something in the microwave is done...except our microwave just gives out an annoying, monotonous beeeep, beeeeep as if to say "GODDD just move your backside and open my door already."
I'd prefer a cheery, pinging microwave.
I'm fed up. And tired. And I ache.
I need the Delorean out of Back to the Future right now, since I actually don't have enough hours in the day anymore to LIVE.
Nothing is fitting in my head either! Whether it be French revision, song lyrics, plans....my brain can't seem to retain much for very long at all at the moment.
Oh LORDY I can't see either! Still need to get my specs sorted. Damn you Specsavers and your stupid closing hours and cutting processes and rubbish receptionists who don't ring people...*please see earlier blogs for further rants on this topic*
And now I can't find my pen.
For some reason, Mr Mears has started revolving his Graphics lessons around my poor pen, and last week he started throwing it on the floor and telling everyone it should be improved :O
Insults.
Ended up on a badminton court first thing this morning, first against the definition of awesomeness known as Hayley, and then somehow we both ended up doing doubles with Elligwoof and Amanda, and Ellingwoof is obviously jealous of my rather...interesting...technique.
In Biology we had to disect chicken wings for no real reason, and we had no idea what we were doing so we just prodded around and cut up a load of muscle and I felt like I was having a Sweeeeeney moment.
I don't get science. I remember doing an experiment in high school where we set Hula Hoops (the crisps, not actual big hula hoops) on fire, that was fun :)
Someone told me we now have 2 more Mondays left of actual school. OOOOOOOOO.
(*cough* Concert, after school, Thursday, £1, Main Hall, musical peoples doing musical things for a good cause :D)
I'm burning CDs in iTunes. Apparently this is a mistake, for now my computer is having a fit and is making me pay by slowing everything else down...
OO! PING! Done :)
It's like when something in the microwave is done...except our microwave just gives out an annoying, monotonous beeeep, beeeeep as if to say "GODDD just move your backside and open my door already."
I'd prefer a cheery, pinging microwave.
I'm fed up. And tired. And I ache.
I need the Delorean out of Back to the Future right now, since I actually don't have enough hours in the day anymore to LIVE.
Nothing is fitting in my head either! Whether it be French revision, song lyrics, plans....my brain can't seem to retain much for very long at all at the moment.
Oh LORDY I can't see either! Still need to get my specs sorted. Damn you Specsavers and your stupid closing hours and cutting processes and rubbish receptionists who don't ring people...*please see earlier blogs for further rants on this topic*
And now I can't find my pen.
For some reason, Mr Mears has started revolving his Graphics lessons around my poor pen, and last week he started throwing it on the floor and telling everyone it should be improved :O
Insults.
Ended up on a badminton court first thing this morning, first against the definition of awesomeness known as Hayley, and then somehow we both ended up doing doubles with Elligwoof and Amanda, and Ellingwoof is obviously jealous of my rather...interesting...technique.
In Biology we had to disect chicken wings for no real reason, and we had no idea what we were doing so we just prodded around and cut up a load of muscle and I felt like I was having a Sweeeeeney moment.
I don't get science. I remember doing an experiment in high school where we set Hula Hoops (the crisps, not actual big hula hoops) on fire, that was fun :)
Someone told me we now have 2 more Mondays left of actual school. OOOOOOOOO.
(*cough* Concert, after school, Thursday, £1, Main Hall, musical peoples doing musical things for a good cause :D)
Saturday, 24 April 2010
You are my girl, and you don't even know it.
I'm....so...tired...
AND I DON'T EVEN CARE!
After a totally uninspiring day with my wonderfully difficult family, I've suddenly been blessed with a random spark of inspiration! FOR A STORY!
Yes, inspired to do write something WHICH ISN'T MUSIC. This is a rarity for me.
And I promise I won't try and adapt it for theatre, either...
Just finished a rough outline :) Romantic slush at it's slushiest, I assure you.
I've already gone on about the rubbishness of the day. I should also mention my concern at not doing any more French revision, too.
I need someone else to fall in love with Elliot Minor, please. They're doing a concert in Oxford in July, and I REALLY want to see them, but Ellingwoof is away, and my son who's seen them before and met them is broke.
Er not literally, I mean he just doesn't have the cash.
I'm not quite sure if I have the cash actually, BUT I'LL SCROUNGE TO SEE ELLIOT MINOR.
Seriously, I can't think of anyone else who's into them.
I refuse to go with my brother. And I will NOT go with my dear father either, however much I may love him.
AND I DON'T EVEN CARE!
After a totally uninspiring day with my wonderfully difficult family, I've suddenly been blessed with a random spark of inspiration! FOR A STORY!
Yes, inspired to do write something WHICH ISN'T MUSIC. This is a rarity for me.
And I promise I won't try and adapt it for theatre, either...
Just finished a rough outline :) Romantic slush at it's slushiest, I assure you.
I've already gone on about the rubbishness of the day. I should also mention my concern at not doing any more French revision, too.
I need someone else to fall in love with Elliot Minor, please. They're doing a concert in Oxford in July, and I REALLY want to see them, but Ellingwoof is away, and my son who's seen them before and met them is broke.
Er not literally, I mean he just doesn't have the cash.
I'm not quite sure if I have the cash actually, BUT I'LL SCROUNGE TO SEE ELLIOT MINOR.
Seriously, I can't think of anyone else who's into them.
I refuse to go with my brother. And I will NOT go with my dear father either, however much I may love him.
Friday, 23 April 2010
When I grow (up), I want to be a flute. Or a penguin. Or a rock star.
Okay, so this sounds really big-headed and the like, but I swear if it wasn't for me than SO many people wouldn't have been introduced to the wonders of modern musical theatre, like JRB and ESPECIALLY Rent!
Makes me smile sometimes. I watch people sing or listen to the genius and think 'YEP, that's 47% my fault."
Aaaaand here we are again! Yet another weekend! 4 more till freedom that calendar shows me. (Still have to go back and re-spell calendar every time...I'm abou foolish as my keyboard...)
Can't remember why I didn't blog last night, and I'm too tired to come up with some excuse as to why I didn't :)
I seriously am shattered.
"WELL GO TO BED THEN!" I hear you cry. Yeah, but it's not that simple. I go to bed and then can't grab my train straight off to Snoozeville, so I grab my iTodd and groove away.
Groove away? I can't believe I just put that.
I've just spent the last hour delving into the deep depths of iTunes compiling playlists :) This is something I never do. WHY AM I DOING THIS?!?!
Maybe this is a deep, psychological sign. Maybe I am trying to tell myself that I am changing deep inside as a person.
Excuse the waffling and rambling, did I mention I'm exhausted?
Haha, just looked over Ellingwoof's blog, I'd forgotten about Graphics yesterday :')
Twas the most pointless practical ever, we got some foam, hammered at it and pulled it and stabbed it and furiously drilled into it, all for no apparent reason. Then, Mears turns round and says "Okay, lets pack up, throw it in the bin."
Also during that lesson Ellingwoof kept turning to me shouting BLOG in my face, and I can't remember why.
Everything is a blur. I think I was in a tremendously good mood at lunch today because Nick and I continued doing cloud impressions and Burty made some comment about it, and then she misread my shirt and thought it said 'When I grow' when in fact it said 'When I grow UP'.
I've had a new song idea! I'm just too tired to do any more on it right now. Hate it when that happens. ACTUAL inspiration and I let myself down. Ohh, Taylor, be ashamed.
So, did I mention I'm in a charity concert next Thursday, after school? I'M IN A CHARITY CONCERT NEXT THURSDAY AFTER SCHOOL, TICKETS ARE £1.
Thing is, I'm supposed to be doing a solo and playing piano for it, but I'm stupidly indecisive and can't make up my mind on what song to do.
Help me out? Please? :)
I'm stuck between Closest Thing to Crazy (by Katie Melua? Know the one?) or Fields of Gold? Both are gorgeous songs, but I just don't knowwww....
Tomorrow I'm back down to Bedford to see people I don't know who are supposed to be related to me :)
.....fun times?
Makes me smile sometimes. I watch people sing or listen to the genius and think 'YEP, that's 47% my fault."
Aaaaand here we are again! Yet another weekend! 4 more till freedom that calendar shows me. (Still have to go back and re-spell calendar every time...I'm abou foolish as my keyboard...)
Can't remember why I didn't blog last night, and I'm too tired to come up with some excuse as to why I didn't :)
I seriously am shattered.
"WELL GO TO BED THEN!" I hear you cry. Yeah, but it's not that simple. I go to bed and then can't grab my train straight off to Snoozeville, so I grab my iTodd and groove away.
Groove away? I can't believe I just put that.
I've just spent the last hour delving into the deep depths of iTunes compiling playlists :) This is something I never do. WHY AM I DOING THIS?!?!
Maybe this is a deep, psychological sign. Maybe I am trying to tell myself that I am changing deep inside as a person.
Excuse the waffling and rambling, did I mention I'm exhausted?
Haha, just looked over Ellingwoof's blog, I'd forgotten about Graphics yesterday :')
Twas the most pointless practical ever, we got some foam, hammered at it and pulled it and stabbed it and furiously drilled into it, all for no apparent reason. Then, Mears turns round and says "Okay, lets pack up, throw it in the bin."
Also during that lesson Ellingwoof kept turning to me shouting BLOG in my face, and I can't remember why.
Everything is a blur. I think I was in a tremendously good mood at lunch today because Nick and I continued doing cloud impressions and Burty made some comment about it, and then she misread my shirt and thought it said 'When I grow' when in fact it said 'When I grow UP'.
I've had a new song idea! I'm just too tired to do any more on it right now. Hate it when that happens. ACTUAL inspiration and I let myself down. Ohh, Taylor, be ashamed.
So, did I mention I'm in a charity concert next Thursday, after school? I'M IN A CHARITY CONCERT NEXT THURSDAY AFTER SCHOOL, TICKETS ARE £1.
Thing is, I'm supposed to be doing a solo and playing piano for it, but I'm stupidly indecisive and can't make up my mind on what song to do.
Help me out? Please? :)
I'm stuck between Closest Thing to Crazy (by Katie Melua? Know the one?) or Fields of Gold? Both are gorgeous songs, but I just don't knowwww....
Tomorrow I'm back down to Bedford to see people I don't know who are supposed to be related to me :)
.....fun times?
Wednesday, 21 April 2010
I ain't flat, the band's sharp.
We have air freshener that smells like fresh linen.
Now, if I stood up and cried "EUREKA! I'm going to make an air freshener that smells as comforting and wonderful as freshly washed linen", Ellingwoof would point and make a mockery of me (although SHE is the one who couldn't spell her own name after 2consecutive tries on her coursework form, much to the dismay of Mr Dr).
The world has gone mad.
I don't like Wednesdays. There's always that dreadful 'middle-of-the-week' feeling about them, and for me they just drag on and on and on and on and....
On Mondays, there's the 'beginning-of-the-week' feeling and on Sundays the 'night-before-school-and-loss-of-freedom' feeling. But nothing beats Wednesdays and their dragging-on-ness.
Graphics first, and Ellingwoof started beating up Burty randomly. It was like the Sims, you know when your sims have a fight and you see this huge cloud with arms and legs flying everywhere? Yeah, it was a bit like that. I'm going to miss Graphics lessons.
Then Music, and well, Ellingwoof was just on a roll today. As I've just said, SHE COULDN'T EVEN SPELL HER OWN NAME ;)
Ellingwoof and Juliette have come to the conclusion that my stage name will be Taylor Slow,a combination of my apparent new nickname Taylor and a play on the whole Taylor Swift thing with me being a bit, well, occasionally slow. Notice the word occasionally, there.
Bleh, French. *Insert tedious moan about speaking exam a week on Friday here*
People really annoy me when they don't get back to me about IMPORTANT STUFF THAT NEEDS TO BE ORGANISED.
I have some promoting to do here: a week tomorrow (Thursday 29th) after school in the main hall, Tom (of the Nelson variety) is holding a charity concert in aid of LOROS, and it should be pretty good :) Acts include Nick 'Bertha' Barstow (for Todd's sake don't tell him I said that ;)...), Becky 'I'm the next Taylor Swift' Orton and Lauren Kruge and her amazing melodeon.
Oh, and then some singer by name of Taylor Slow is going to stumble over to the piano and wail a bit, and then maybe sing Glee duets with Scott :)
Seriously, it's for a good cause and it should be fun so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE hunt me/Tom down and buy a ticket. £1 for you, £2 for staff. But hopefully no staff are reading this anyway.
We have something ridiculous like 200 to flog though, so spread the word :)
Have some sympathy. Last year, as Ellingwoof in particular will recall, I (stupidly) decided it'd be nice to organise my own charity concert.
TWAS A NIGHTMARE. But it paid off :)
And in fact, on a slight tangent, all the money we raised that week (around £150) got sent to my friend, and she took it over to Gambia a few weeks ago and began working on the school there :)
Thing is, because of this ash business, she's now stuck out there.
Maybe if I row a boat over to Norway and threw some pepper into the sky and said MORE ash is coming, I could 'accidentally' get stranded there, and miss my speaking exam?
My plans are brilliant. And totally logical.
Now, if I stood up and cried "EUREKA! I'm going to make an air freshener that smells as comforting and wonderful as freshly washed linen", Ellingwoof would point and make a mockery of me (although SHE is the one who couldn't spell her own name after 2consecutive tries on her coursework form, much to the dismay of Mr Dr).
The world has gone mad.
I don't like Wednesdays. There's always that dreadful 'middle-of-the-week' feeling about them, and for me they just drag on and on and on and on and....
On Mondays, there's the 'beginning-of-the-week' feeling and on Sundays the 'night-before-school-and-loss-of-freedom' feeling. But nothing beats Wednesdays and their dragging-on-ness.
Graphics first, and Ellingwoof started beating up Burty randomly. It was like the Sims, you know when your sims have a fight and you see this huge cloud with arms and legs flying everywhere? Yeah, it was a bit like that. I'm going to miss Graphics lessons.
Then Music, and well, Ellingwoof was just on a roll today. As I've just said, SHE COULDN'T EVEN SPELL HER OWN NAME ;)
Ellingwoof and Juliette have come to the conclusion that my stage name will be Taylor Slow,a combination of my apparent new nickname Taylor and a play on the whole Taylor Swift thing with me being a bit, well, occasionally slow. Notice the word occasionally, there.
Bleh, French. *Insert tedious moan about speaking exam a week on Friday here*
People really annoy me when they don't get back to me about IMPORTANT STUFF THAT NEEDS TO BE ORGANISED.
I have some promoting to do here: a week tomorrow (Thursday 29th) after school in the main hall, Tom (of the Nelson variety) is holding a charity concert in aid of LOROS, and it should be pretty good :) Acts include Nick 'Bertha' Barstow (for Todd's sake don't tell him I said that ;)...), Becky 'I'm the next Taylor Swift' Orton and Lauren Kruge and her amazing melodeon.
Oh, and then some singer by name of Taylor Slow is going to stumble over to the piano and wail a bit, and then maybe sing Glee duets with Scott :)
Seriously, it's for a good cause and it should be fun so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE hunt me/Tom down and buy a ticket. £1 for you, £2 for staff. But hopefully no staff are reading this anyway.
We have something ridiculous like 200 to flog though, so spread the word :)
Have some sympathy. Last year, as Ellingwoof in particular will recall, I (stupidly) decided it'd be nice to organise my own charity concert.
TWAS A NIGHTMARE. But it paid off :)
And in fact, on a slight tangent, all the money we raised that week (around £150) got sent to my friend, and she took it over to Gambia a few weeks ago and began working on the school there :)
Thing is, because of this ash business, she's now stuck out there.
Maybe if I row a boat over to Norway and threw some pepper into the sky and said MORE ash is coming, I could 'accidentally' get stranded there, and miss my speaking exam?
My plans are brilliant. And totally logical.
Tuesday, 20 April 2010
I want my money back.
I have no idea how, but it seems I have mortally offended my computer tonight, for it is refusing to do ANYTHING. As you've probably had to witness, I'm far from patient at the best of times, and typing out that first sentence was just SO painfully slow...ow...ouch....eurgh...
And now it's winding me up by missing out letters in words after I type! WHY?!?!
Is it angry because I have overfed iTunes of late? Is it because I've negelected the My Pictures folder or something?
I think the crime I am (apparentley) guilty of is ignoring the virus checker for too long. So many times it has popped up, cheerfully proclaiming 'BOO! SCAN TIME!' before beginning to have a nosy around my computer for any unwanted technological meanies that might have invaded.
Don't get me wrong, I'm very grateful for the fact I have my own personal police force underneath the keyboard, but it's SO slow I just close it as soon as I can, which it probably finds really insulting. Now it is getting it's almighty revenge on me by putting everything in slow motion....
I really shouldn't be on here, you know.
I'm supposed to be 'revising'. I had a little word with myself and gave myself a metaphorical kick up the backside.
It wasn't quite a motivational speech in the mirror however, it was more of a glimpse at the calendar to make myself scream at how little time we have left.
I can never spell calendar.
I'm fairly pleased with the fact I can now do my Frenchful 60-seconds, but there's the ever so small (actually flippin' huge) problem of doing all the question bits now.
Don't even get me started on those roleplay things.
The most annoying thing is when it comes to SINGING in French for exams, it's not a problem! Once I know where everything fits and HOW everything fits, we're away and it doesn't sound TOO bad...
As for speaking, which should be so much easier, in comparison it's a lot harder.
Today was a bit of a blur, it was one of those days where nothing particularly overwhelming happened so I don't remember much of it. Know what I mean? No? Okay :)
Luckily today was the 'other' Tuesday meaning we didn't suffer death by Double Maths. Ewww. Maths twice in one day. Come on timetable people, WHY would you do that? That should be classed as bullying or something.
Absolute moment of the day was in choir when these 2 ex-studnts returned to chatter on about theatricalness, and they mentioned JRB and Mrs JRB and other obscure Broadway composers that no one else knew and it made me remotely happy because I felt KNOWLEDGABLE!....see, it's been THAT much of an uninspiring day...
My house needs signal. Florence tried to ring me 3 times just now and each time the call failed. Someone buy me a phone signal mast thing for Christmas to put on my roof? :D
And now it's winding me up by missing out letters in words after I type! WHY?!?!
Is it angry because I have overfed iTunes of late? Is it because I've negelected the My Pictures folder or something?
I think the crime I am (apparentley) guilty of is ignoring the virus checker for too long. So many times it has popped up, cheerfully proclaiming 'BOO! SCAN TIME!' before beginning to have a nosy around my computer for any unwanted technological meanies that might have invaded.
Don't get me wrong, I'm very grateful for the fact I have my own personal police force underneath the keyboard, but it's SO slow I just close it as soon as I can, which it probably finds really insulting. Now it is getting it's almighty revenge on me by putting everything in slow motion....
I really shouldn't be on here, you know.
I'm supposed to be 'revising'. I had a little word with myself and gave myself a metaphorical kick up the backside.
It wasn't quite a motivational speech in the mirror however, it was more of a glimpse at the calendar to make myself scream at how little time we have left.
I can never spell calendar.
I'm fairly pleased with the fact I can now do my Frenchful 60-seconds, but there's the ever so small (actually flippin' huge) problem of doing all the question bits now.
Don't even get me started on those roleplay things.
The most annoying thing is when it comes to SINGING in French for exams, it's not a problem! Once I know where everything fits and HOW everything fits, we're away and it doesn't sound TOO bad...
As for speaking, which should be so much easier, in comparison it's a lot harder.
Today was a bit of a blur, it was one of those days where nothing particularly overwhelming happened so I don't remember much of it. Know what I mean? No? Okay :)
Luckily today was the 'other' Tuesday meaning we didn't suffer death by Double Maths. Ewww. Maths twice in one day. Come on timetable people, WHY would you do that? That should be classed as bullying or something.
Absolute moment of the day was in choir when these 2 ex-studnts returned to chatter on about theatricalness, and they mentioned JRB and Mrs JRB and other obscure Broadway composers that no one else knew and it made me remotely happy because I felt KNOWLEDGABLE!....see, it's been THAT much of an uninspiring day...
My house needs signal. Florence tried to ring me 3 times just now and each time the call failed. Someone buy me a phone signal mast thing for Christmas to put on my roof? :D
Sunday, 18 April 2010
You can't tell what it's like to be me looking at you.
Tonight, I'm going straight in with a bit of advertising for myself:
www.myspace.com/bethanytaylormusic
New song up there by the name of 'Tomorrow, by the Window'. Don't ask me where the title came from, I have no clue :)
I think the song is quite cute though, and all I need now is someone even cuter to sing it to :')
I've also done a few covers (Mama Who Bore Me from Spring Awakening) but some aren't finished and I can't really put them online because there is only so much space Myspace will let us musical people steal :(
Talk to me if you're interested :D
Yeah, so today I had to wave goodbye to the wonderful recording equipment I've borrowed over the last 2 weeks.
I know that might sound really sad, but when you're a little (literally) singer-songwriter like myself who calls a notebook mic, a jack lead, a guitar and an electric piano her 'studio', anything like that is amazing. And that mixer was actually brilliant. Terrifying, but awesome.
For once, I could do recordings that weren't filled with FFFFFFFFF in the background, or didn't have a rubbish delay or something awkward.
I feel really guilty over my lack of French revision.
A week on Friday.
A WEEK ON FRIDAY TAYLOR AND YOU CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER WHAT THE FRENCH FOR AWFUL PROCRASTINATING FOOL IS.
(Good job that phrase isn't required at GCSE level, then.)
Ohhh dear. I think we'll worry about that slightly oversized hurdle when we come to it. LIKE TOMORROW.
Oh dear, hurdles. The pain of primary school PE and trying to attempt them. It was always so embarassing, I always got within inches of the blasted things and just...froze. I knew I was meant to jump, but never did.
Thankfully (for both myself and the poor hurdle) I never kept on running into it, however.
Today we went to visit my uncle and my cousins, and my uncle is awesome :) He's the biggest theatre expert out of anyone I know. Top singing teacher who trained at the Guildhall in London (and was friends with some Welsh guy called Bryn who I'm told is now an international opera star? He's on iTunes, anyway. I want to be on iTunes.). In fact, I accidentally came across him singing Martin Guerre on Youtube :D
During his training at the Guildhall he also met Leonard Bernstein (the LEGEND who wrote the music for West Side Story, in particular) and shook his hand. Woah.
So yeah, we're sitting at his eating lunch, discussing theatrical happenings, as you do. The sweetness of Sondheim, how ridiculous things get on the Dorothy show, the Phantom sequel.
He then sticks on Light in the Piazza and my Dad and him and myself all discuss obscure American musicals that my Mum hates, tis FUN :D
I have decided I HATE PE even more than I thought. And that the fact I can give it up forever in 5 weeks is yet another advantage to next year.
5 weeks. It's going to go too fast.
www.myspace.com/bethanytaylormusic
New song up there by the name of 'Tomorrow, by the Window'. Don't ask me where the title came from, I have no clue :)
I think the song is quite cute though, and all I need now is someone even cuter to sing it to :')
I've also done a few covers (Mama Who Bore Me from Spring Awakening) but some aren't finished and I can't really put them online because there is only so much space Myspace will let us musical people steal :(
Talk to me if you're interested :D
Yeah, so today I had to wave goodbye to the wonderful recording equipment I've borrowed over the last 2 weeks.
I know that might sound really sad, but when you're a little (literally) singer-songwriter like myself who calls a notebook mic, a jack lead, a guitar and an electric piano her 'studio', anything like that is amazing. And that mixer was actually brilliant. Terrifying, but awesome.
For once, I could do recordings that weren't filled with FFFFFFFFF in the background, or didn't have a rubbish delay or something awkward.
I feel really guilty over my lack of French revision.
A week on Friday.
A WEEK ON FRIDAY TAYLOR AND YOU CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER WHAT THE FRENCH FOR AWFUL PROCRASTINATING FOOL IS.
(Good job that phrase isn't required at GCSE level, then.)
Ohhh dear. I think we'll worry about that slightly oversized hurdle when we come to it. LIKE TOMORROW.
Oh dear, hurdles. The pain of primary school PE and trying to attempt them. It was always so embarassing, I always got within inches of the blasted things and just...froze. I knew I was meant to jump, but never did.
Thankfully (for both myself and the poor hurdle) I never kept on running into it, however.
Today we went to visit my uncle and my cousins, and my uncle is awesome :) He's the biggest theatre expert out of anyone I know. Top singing teacher who trained at the Guildhall in London (and was friends with some Welsh guy called Bryn who I'm told is now an international opera star? He's on iTunes, anyway. I want to be on iTunes.). In fact, I accidentally came across him singing Martin Guerre on Youtube :D
During his training at the Guildhall he also met Leonard Bernstein (the LEGEND who wrote the music for West Side Story, in particular) and shook his hand. Woah.
So yeah, we're sitting at his eating lunch, discussing theatrical happenings, as you do. The sweetness of Sondheim, how ridiculous things get on the Dorothy show, the Phantom sequel.
He then sticks on Light in the Piazza and my Dad and him and myself all discuss obscure American musicals that my Mum hates, tis FUN :D
I have decided I HATE PE even more than I thought. And that the fact I can give it up forever in 5 weeks is yet another advantage to next year.
5 weeks. It's going to go too fast.
Saturday, 17 April 2010
BOOM, yeah, back on the scene :)
Bet that boom shocked you.
It shocked me.
So, today I'm not going to beat around the metaphorical bush, I'm going straight in with my daily rant.
Today's subject? Specsavers, once more.
Specsavers irritates me. Those of you who managed to stay awake during one of my (many, boring) posts last week may or may not recall how I lamented being kept waiting for many forevers before my eye appointment there, and how dramatically it all ended with the eye people telling me my eyes had actually gotten better and that my specs were way too strong?
Well, if you didn't, there were some of the highlights :)
In one stupidly long sentence.
Well, they originally told me that I'd have to wait less than a week to pick up my new non-blurry lenses, and that they'd ring me.
A week and 3 days later, I turned to my Mum and said 'Have we heard from Specsavers yet?'
So we rang them up and caught them out. We reckon they've had them in all week but they just forgot to ring.
We then went to pick them up and were told we'd have to wait an hour for them to be cut, and that they couldn't even cut them there and then since they were about to close.
WHAT. Since when did we have to wait for them to be cut?! No one prewarned us of this. I was positively outraged and proceeded in getting ever so slightly 'shirty' (always wanted to use that word :p) with the manager, particularly over the fact we hadn't even been told that they WERE READY! GRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Was not a happy bunny :(
Since we can't get back into town for aaaaages because of my Mum's show (oh lordy, wait till I get blogging about THAT), I don't even know when I'm going to get them!
Thanks Specsavers for being OH SO DIFFICULT and for trying to making me BLIND. That's my theory. In order to keep themselves in business they try to make innocent people like me blind so we keep having to come back for eye stuffs. PAH.
This morning I suffered a near death experience in the form of a maths past paper, but then this afternoon came one of the best hours of all my 16 years.
The story begins a few days ago. Mother dearest comes in from work and says 'HMPH (she really does hmph, you know), I think you're stressed.'
OH WELL AREN'T YOU OBSERVENT. (Not that I'd say that really. I'm slightly less rude than that.)
'I've booked you in for an appointment with the massage-person (okay, so she has a proper job name) I go to this weekend.'
Erm, woahhh...*screechy needle off the vinyl noise* - I was a bit confused (as per usual), and a bit suspicious, actually. Since when has mother dearest ever done anything like this to me?! Usually we're too busy screaming at each other to do anything else. Apart from our occasional civil visit into town on a Saturday.
But, seriously, twas incredible. SO relaxing. Pain was involved, but nice pain.
That sounded less odd in my head, but it makes sense if you too have been lucky enough to have had that sort of treatment :)
I just made that sound a lot worse.
Getting off that topic, yeah, I've had a good day :) Amazing what a bit of relaxation does to you; when I came out of the place suddenly the world was perfect and everything was a dozen times lovelier :D
It's done wonders for my creativity too, I'm songwriting all over the place :D
In fact, I shall get my guitar back out now :) If only I could play more than my usual 8 chords...
It shocked me.
So, today I'm not going to beat around the metaphorical bush, I'm going straight in with my daily rant.
Today's subject? Specsavers, once more.
Specsavers irritates me. Those of you who managed to stay awake during one of my (many, boring) posts last week may or may not recall how I lamented being kept waiting for many forevers before my eye appointment there, and how dramatically it all ended with the eye people telling me my eyes had actually gotten better and that my specs were way too strong?
Well, if you didn't, there were some of the highlights :)
In one stupidly long sentence.
Well, they originally told me that I'd have to wait less than a week to pick up my new non-blurry lenses, and that they'd ring me.
A week and 3 days later, I turned to my Mum and said 'Have we heard from Specsavers yet?'
So we rang them up and caught them out. We reckon they've had them in all week but they just forgot to ring.
We then went to pick them up and were told we'd have to wait an hour for them to be cut, and that they couldn't even cut them there and then since they were about to close.
WHAT. Since when did we have to wait for them to be cut?! No one prewarned us of this. I was positively outraged and proceeded in getting ever so slightly 'shirty' (always wanted to use that word :p) with the manager, particularly over the fact we hadn't even been told that they WERE READY! GRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Was not a happy bunny :(
Since we can't get back into town for aaaaages because of my Mum's show (oh lordy, wait till I get blogging about THAT), I don't even know when I'm going to get them!
Thanks Specsavers for being OH SO DIFFICULT and for trying to making me BLIND. That's my theory. In order to keep themselves in business they try to make innocent people like me blind so we keep having to come back for eye stuffs. PAH.
This morning I suffered a near death experience in the form of a maths past paper, but then this afternoon came one of the best hours of all my 16 years.
The story begins a few days ago. Mother dearest comes in from work and says 'HMPH (she really does hmph, you know), I think you're stressed.'
OH WELL AREN'T YOU OBSERVENT. (Not that I'd say that really. I'm slightly less rude than that.)
'I've booked you in for an appointment with the massage-person (okay, so she has a proper job name) I go to this weekend.'
Erm, woahhh...*screechy needle off the vinyl noise* - I was a bit confused (as per usual), and a bit suspicious, actually. Since when has mother dearest ever done anything like this to me?! Usually we're too busy screaming at each other to do anything else. Apart from our occasional civil visit into town on a Saturday.
But, seriously, twas incredible. SO relaxing. Pain was involved, but nice pain.
That sounded less odd in my head, but it makes sense if you too have been lucky enough to have had that sort of treatment :)
I just made that sound a lot worse.
Getting off that topic, yeah, I've had a good day :) Amazing what a bit of relaxation does to you; when I came out of the place suddenly the world was perfect and everything was a dozen times lovelier :D
It's done wonders for my creativity too, I'm songwriting all over the place :D
In fact, I shall get my guitar back out now :) If only I could play more than my usual 8 chords...
Friday, 16 April 2010
Damn you and your untouchable face.
I was in a blogging mood earlier, but now I'm not and I'm doing this to kill time.
Hmmm, blogging mood. Bloggable mood?
According to Hayley and her new blog, I have a musical face.
"You poke it and it makes various musical noises? Or something like that i think thats how musical faces work..." (oooo italicness)
OHHHH bless you, Hayley.
There is also someone else who deserves a serious blessing this fine day of frying (that's a Friday to those of you who had to think about it).
There are 2 words that sum up my entire week: CLOWN SONG. And this is thanks to everyone's favourite, tall, Musing-clarinetist.
Laura Prime, you are an utter genius. Nothing else to say.
But Ellingwoof isn't getting a blessing. Ohhh no. She has found a GCSE Music revision song, which okay, is very helpful and everything but once you get it in your head it is IMPOSSIBLE to get out. I have never heard anything like it in al my 16 years.
I was about to dare to write some of it out for you, but I realised that'd be a bit of an idiotic thing to do because I'd start singing it in my head and then it'd continue to stick there.
See, a battle has begun inside my head with this song. "GALLIARD IS 3 IN A BAR" it was trying to tell me ALL Graphics. not helpful when we're doing product analysis and the like.
At least I can name a Minmalist composer in a Northern AND a posh accent. I can also tell you that Bhangra makes the harvest run or something.
Ellingwoof, I think I've paid back for everything bad I've ever done to you with the torture incurred by this song.
On the upside, at least we stand a damn good chance of passing the stupid exam if we listen to this before we go in...
Ohhh revision.
Revision = BLEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Doesn't really feel like the weekend...I think it's because I never had PE first thing on Monday; that one lesson sort of sets the tone of the week for me, gets the balls rolling lotto-style. That was an appalling analogy, Taylor.
See, I got promoted to AS Music TWICE this week so I could sing with Clare and Laura. If I talk about that anymore though we'll end up on the topics of giant pencil sharpeners and the clown song, and this would be dangerous...
John Butler Trio. They're GOOD. And Australian :) I don't think I have any other Australian artists on my iPod? Maybe Nicole Kidman in Moulin Rouge.
Yes, I have Moulin Rouge on my iPod, that's not sad at all.
Well, actually, it's a very sad film, but you know what I mean...
Yeah, John Butler Trio. DAMN NO GET OUT THE DOOR DON'T WANNA SEE YOUR FACE NO MORE. That is a GOOD song :D
Recently I've started putting songs on repeat and playing them a hundred times each while I do stuff. I have no idea why.
I've just realised I still have all our band demos untouched from last Friday? We should really set up an account for ourselves.
I have my first real life bass player role! Erm, well, in Novemeber. For my Dad. His school is doing West Side Story, which just so happens to be my 4th favourite musical, tis beautiful :') But yeah, anyway, he's that desperate that he's called on me to take up the position.
I'm so terrified I've started preparing 7 months in advance. To say it's difficult music is like saying a deep-fried Mars bar isn't really that healthy.
At least they're using recordings for the symphonic dances...
You know what dear bloggers, I've really missed the theatre. The last show I worked on was the panto, but I only had 3 weeks of that and I wasn't even on the stage. Before that was The Last 5 Years, which I co-directed and played a number of random instruments for. The last time they let me actually tread the boards was JUNE! :O
It's been too long. I MISS IT.
So, with this in mind, I came across an advert in the Harborough Mail for people to join the town's music theatre group as they're doing Summer Holiday in October, and I've always had a soft spot for that outrageously cheesy show - when I was about 7 we had a video tape of it (aha, remember good ol' VHS back in the day?) with Darren Day that we used to play over and over. Can't believe I just admitted that. Darren Day is an idiot.
Anyway, so I went down on Wednesday evening with high hopes, but mehhh. I felt so out of it. Not just because I haven't done that kind of thing for almost a year, but the people were so...mehh. Not that nice either.
Auditions are 6th May, but to be honest I think I can just about hang on in there till September to get one huge theatrical fix. School production, West Side Story, Extended Project (fingers crossed), then to sneak my way into the BTEC Panto again...
The tiniest bit disappointed though. Maybe it's just not meant to be? Still in 2 minds about it all though...
One of my ol' Northampton dramatical types is trying to webcam with me from his friend's garden. It's times like these I sit and reflect on how my life is so bizarre.
Righty ho, weekend here we are. I shall hopefully avoid procrastinating any more than usual and get on with some French revision. 2 weeks today I am once more put through the HELL of a speaking exam.
Except, tis no longer a mock.
*Gulp*
Yes, bloggers. One. Giant. GULP.
Hmmm, blogging mood. Bloggable mood?
According to Hayley and her new blog, I have a musical face.
"You poke it and it makes various musical noises? Or something like that i think thats how musical faces work..." (oooo italicness)
OHHHH bless you, Hayley.
There is also someone else who deserves a serious blessing this fine day of frying (that's a Friday to those of you who had to think about it).
There are 2 words that sum up my entire week: CLOWN SONG. And this is thanks to everyone's favourite, tall, Musing-clarinetist.
Laura Prime, you are an utter genius. Nothing else to say.
But Ellingwoof isn't getting a blessing. Ohhh no. She has found a GCSE Music revision song, which okay, is very helpful and everything but once you get it in your head it is IMPOSSIBLE to get out. I have never heard anything like it in al my 16 years.
I was about to dare to write some of it out for you, but I realised that'd be a bit of an idiotic thing to do because I'd start singing it in my head and then it'd continue to stick there.
See, a battle has begun inside my head with this song. "GALLIARD IS 3 IN A BAR" it was trying to tell me ALL Graphics. not helpful when we're doing product analysis and the like.
At least I can name a Minmalist composer in a Northern AND a posh accent. I can also tell you that Bhangra makes the harvest run or something.
Ellingwoof, I think I've paid back for everything bad I've ever done to you with the torture incurred by this song.
On the upside, at least we stand a damn good chance of passing the stupid exam if we listen to this before we go in...
Ohhh revision.
Revision = BLEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Doesn't really feel like the weekend...I think it's because I never had PE first thing on Monday; that one lesson sort of sets the tone of the week for me, gets the balls rolling lotto-style. That was an appalling analogy, Taylor.
See, I got promoted to AS Music TWICE this week so I could sing with Clare and Laura. If I talk about that anymore though we'll end up on the topics of giant pencil sharpeners and the clown song, and this would be dangerous...
John Butler Trio. They're GOOD. And Australian :) I don't think I have any other Australian artists on my iPod? Maybe Nicole Kidman in Moulin Rouge.
Yes, I have Moulin Rouge on my iPod, that's not sad at all.
Well, actually, it's a very sad film, but you know what I mean...
Yeah, John Butler Trio. DAMN NO GET OUT THE DOOR DON'T WANNA SEE YOUR FACE NO MORE. That is a GOOD song :D
Recently I've started putting songs on repeat and playing them a hundred times each while I do stuff. I have no idea why.
I've just realised I still have all our band demos untouched from last Friday? We should really set up an account for ourselves.
I have my first real life bass player role! Erm, well, in Novemeber. For my Dad. His school is doing West Side Story, which just so happens to be my 4th favourite musical, tis beautiful :') But yeah, anyway, he's that desperate that he's called on me to take up the position.
I'm so terrified I've started preparing 7 months in advance. To say it's difficult music is like saying a deep-fried Mars bar isn't really that healthy.
At least they're using recordings for the symphonic dances...
You know what dear bloggers, I've really missed the theatre. The last show I worked on was the panto, but I only had 3 weeks of that and I wasn't even on the stage. Before that was The Last 5 Years, which I co-directed and played a number of random instruments for. The last time they let me actually tread the boards was JUNE! :O
It's been too long. I MISS IT.
So, with this in mind, I came across an advert in the Harborough Mail for people to join the town's music theatre group as they're doing Summer Holiday in October, and I've always had a soft spot for that outrageously cheesy show - when I was about 7 we had a video tape of it (aha, remember good ol' VHS back in the day?) with Darren Day that we used to play over and over. Can't believe I just admitted that. Darren Day is an idiot.
Anyway, so I went down on Wednesday evening with high hopes, but mehhh. I felt so out of it. Not just because I haven't done that kind of thing for almost a year, but the people were so...mehh. Not that nice either.
Auditions are 6th May, but to be honest I think I can just about hang on in there till September to get one huge theatrical fix. School production, West Side Story, Extended Project (fingers crossed), then to sneak my way into the BTEC Panto again...
The tiniest bit disappointed though. Maybe it's just not meant to be? Still in 2 minds about it all though...
One of my ol' Northampton dramatical types is trying to webcam with me from his friend's garden. It's times like these I sit and reflect on how my life is so bizarre.
Righty ho, weekend here we are. I shall hopefully avoid procrastinating any more than usual and get on with some French revision. 2 weeks today I am once more put through the HELL of a speaking exam.
Except, tis no longer a mock.
*Gulp*
Yes, bloggers. One. Giant. GULP.
Tuesday, 13 April 2010
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee...
Dearest Blog, I apologise for not posting onto you last night, and I apologise in advance for the lack of updates there is about to be. It's because of a little thing called EXHAUSTION.
2 days back and I'm already shattered. OH TODD HELP ME.
Dearest Computer, syncing my iPod is NO reason to go in a huff with me, so GROW UP and behave for once.
Dearest self, shut up.
2 days back and I'm already shattered. OH TODD HELP ME.
Dearest Computer, syncing my iPod is NO reason to go in a huff with me, so GROW UP and behave for once.
Dearest self, shut up.
Sunday, 11 April 2010
The more seriously I took things, the harder the rules became.
Whoever said 'life's a bitch' wasn't bloody joking.
On the absolute brink of 'I've-had-enough'-ness. I'd quite like someone to give me a break, here, please (yeah, blah blah, Kit Kats).
If I was foolish enough (which I probably am) I'd put something vague here about wanting to find something/someone to make me stupidly happy again, but what's the point, since what goes up must come down - moods included.
Sorry for such an incredibly pessimisstic (sp? blehh) opening, it's genetic. My Dad is a CONSTANT moaner, and to him everything is going downhill.
So tomorrow we're back to school. OH WHOOPY DO.
Just thinking about school lowers my mood further, so lets leave that subject for now. Don't get me wrong, I'm really looking forward to seeing people again, I just can't be doing with getting back to 'normal' and the like.
Had a really nice day yesterday though, went over to Essex to see my second cousins. Thanks to Facebook we've been forced to reconnect, but it's actually a good thing; it was lovely to see them again and stuff, especially considering they are REALLY theatrical TOO :') (It really is a family thing with us Taylors :P)
The oldest is in his second year at UEA doing English Lit and Drama, and the youngest is 18, but is basically me. Seriously, we have so much in common we can't really believe it, and we get on so well! It's strange to find you have relatives who are so similar, that have been out of your life for so long.
And to add to the drama, their Mum is a drama teacher. Flippin' heck, no escaping the art :P
So, I guess, if you're just skim-reading tonight's rant, the general gist of the above paragraph was that Facebook DOES have it's advantages (an example of a disadvantage being total addiction, of course).
The weather has been lovely too :) Sod's law it brightens up as soon as we go back to school, but I can't say I was expecting much else...
To celebrate the actual SUNSHINE my brother and I got out the cricket kit for the first time since October, but he's quite a vicious bowler really. And he's also not the safest batsman, either (lets just say my Grandad nearly ended up without a satelite dish...and a conservatory...and a few roof tiles).
There was one time a few years ago where he got a bit angry at his lack of runs, and I happened to be Wicket Keeper, and in pure frustration he threw his bat behind him and into my stomach. DONT LAUGH YOU MEAN PEOPLE.
I have no idea why I end up as Wicket Keeper, I can't keep wickets for toffee.
Muse make everything better.
Over the Rainbow on later. HAHAHAHAHA. Pure SCHADENFREUDE (had to think of the song to spell that then) watching them kick out a Dorothy, simply because of the total pantomime that is the 'goodbye sequence'. In short, the other Dorothys sing something a bit mocking in my opinion, can't remember exactly what, and then the loser Dorothy takes off her shoes and they get handed to the Lord (my Dad calls him Lord Wobbly - and we always end up discussing his crazily coloured shirts), and then she sits on a moon and flies over everything and disappears, singing Over the Rainbow. WHY?!?!?!
I find it insanely funny with the strange sense of humour I have.
It took me the WHOLE of Plug in Baby to write that last paragraph. Slow, Taylor, slow.
On the absolute brink of 'I've-had-enough'-ness. I'd quite like someone to give me a break, here, please (yeah, blah blah, Kit Kats).
If I was foolish enough (which I probably am) I'd put something vague here about wanting to find something/someone to make me stupidly happy again, but what's the point, since what goes up must come down - moods included.
Sorry for such an incredibly pessimisstic (sp? blehh) opening, it's genetic. My Dad is a CONSTANT moaner, and to him everything is going downhill.
So tomorrow we're back to school. OH WHOOPY DO.
Just thinking about school lowers my mood further, so lets leave that subject for now. Don't get me wrong, I'm really looking forward to seeing people again, I just can't be doing with getting back to 'normal' and the like.
Had a really nice day yesterday though, went over to Essex to see my second cousins. Thanks to Facebook we've been forced to reconnect, but it's actually a good thing; it was lovely to see them again and stuff, especially considering they are REALLY theatrical TOO :') (It really is a family thing with us Taylors :P)
The oldest is in his second year at UEA doing English Lit and Drama, and the youngest is 18, but is basically me. Seriously, we have so much in common we can't really believe it, and we get on so well! It's strange to find you have relatives who are so similar, that have been out of your life for so long.
And to add to the drama, their Mum is a drama teacher. Flippin' heck, no escaping the art :P
So, I guess, if you're just skim-reading tonight's rant, the general gist of the above paragraph was that Facebook DOES have it's advantages (an example of a disadvantage being total addiction, of course).
The weather has been lovely too :) Sod's law it brightens up as soon as we go back to school, but I can't say I was expecting much else...
To celebrate the actual SUNSHINE my brother and I got out the cricket kit for the first time since October, but he's quite a vicious bowler really. And he's also not the safest batsman, either (lets just say my Grandad nearly ended up without a satelite dish...and a conservatory...and a few roof tiles).
There was one time a few years ago where he got a bit angry at his lack of runs, and I happened to be Wicket Keeper, and in pure frustration he threw his bat behind him and into my stomach. DONT LAUGH YOU MEAN PEOPLE.
I have no idea why I end up as Wicket Keeper, I can't keep wickets for toffee.
Muse make everything better.
Over the Rainbow on later. HAHAHAHAHA. Pure SCHADENFREUDE (had to think of the song to spell that then) watching them kick out a Dorothy, simply because of the total pantomime that is the 'goodbye sequence'. In short, the other Dorothys sing something a bit mocking in my opinion, can't remember exactly what, and then the loser Dorothy takes off her shoes and they get handed to the Lord (my Dad calls him Lord Wobbly - and we always end up discussing his crazily coloured shirts), and then she sits on a moon and flies over everything and disappears, singing Over the Rainbow. WHY?!?!?!
I find it insanely funny with the strange sense of humour I have.
It took me the WHOLE of Plug in Baby to write that last paragraph. Slow, Taylor, slow.
Thursday, 8 April 2010
That's when I realised, miracles ain't real.
Oh. My. Todd.
I've just realised.
It has JUST hit me.
We're back to school on Monday.
MEH?!?!?!
But we only just BROKE UP?!?!?!?!
*Heads to fridge for comfort in the form of (many) Creme Eggs*
Had a beautiful day with the fiancee yesterday, talking about everything and anything, buying gallons of coffee, endlessly walking in the rain, bookshop times...
She's quite incredible. Todd, she's a fellow alto, what can we say? ;)
Then I was left to hang around for YEARS waiting for my dear mother, because I had an appointment at Specsavers (after a forever - which according to my techie friend is an actual form of measurement now - of trying to book one).
Well, Specsavers, you do just FAIL don't you. When the adverts say "Should've gone to Specsavers", oho, I wouldn't be so sure.
They sit you down after 3.7 forevers to go over a few details and ask a few questions.
They asked me the following:
"Do you do any hobbies involving your eyes?"
Am I the only person who thinks that is a really stupid question?
I seriously thought it was a trick question at first; please someone put me out of my misery and name me a hobby which you can do which DOESN'T involve eyes?!?!....
(They also asked me if I used a computer, but lets not go there...)
Then they sent me away again. Now, my appointment should've been at 4pm, but 5.1 forevers after, they still hadn't sent me in. Hmm. By this point I kind of wanted to get home and, you know, SLEEP.
Finally the nice optician man came over and said that he'd been sat in his room waiting around for a patient who'd actually gone in next door. Ohhhh hardy ha.
The whole reason for me going back to the eye people was because of the small problem that I could actually see better without my glasses on, and I didn't really think that's the way things are supposed to go.
To cut a long story short, apparently my eyes have improved, and my sight without glasses is pretty good, minus the slight longsightedness and the evil turn which makes me look ODD.
Thing had been these lenses I got last time had been FAR too strong, and although they are okay for close up stuff, they were making distances crazily blurry. The guy showed me the chart of letters WITH my glasses, then without, and I could see the smallest lines WITHOUT them where with I could barely see the big lines...no wonder things have been difficult :P
Ohhh, I don't get it. I bet it was just a mix up with the lenses last time, I can't believe my eyes have changed quite so much though.
Why the HELL am I waffling about my optical health to you all?!
That is, of course, if you are still actually here.
I have barely touched on the fun stuff either, for today at approximately 10:30am, the House of Taylor was graced with the presence of our very own Burty and Ellingwoof.
Yeah, it WAS as dangerous/manic as you are imagining it to be.
We got through (and cast the next school production of) The Lion King, and Hairspray, and ate pizza because pizza is GOOD, and had a rather jolly time.
Tomorrow, I believe I am meeting with the definition of awesomeness that is my musical partner in crime, Hayley. And, if all goes to plan, we're going to be musical.
And music is also awesome.
Finally 'laying down some demos' for our little band ;) And soon we'll be begging for gigs and the like? BEGGAR! Sweeeeeeney.....tangent...
Meh, I've kept you for long enough and I'm getting bored. Ta-rah, all :D
I've just realised.
It has JUST hit me.
We're back to school on Monday.
MEH?!?!?!
But we only just BROKE UP?!?!?!?!
*Heads to fridge for comfort in the form of (many) Creme Eggs*
Had a beautiful day with the fiancee yesterday, talking about everything and anything, buying gallons of coffee, endlessly walking in the rain, bookshop times...
She's quite incredible. Todd, she's a fellow alto, what can we say? ;)
Then I was left to hang around for YEARS waiting for my dear mother, because I had an appointment at Specsavers (after a forever - which according to my techie friend is an actual form of measurement now - of trying to book one).
Well, Specsavers, you do just FAIL don't you. When the adverts say "Should've gone to Specsavers", oho, I wouldn't be so sure.
They sit you down after 3.7 forevers to go over a few details and ask a few questions.
They asked me the following:
"Do you do any hobbies involving your eyes?"
Am I the only person who thinks that is a really stupid question?
I seriously thought it was a trick question at first; please someone put me out of my misery and name me a hobby which you can do which DOESN'T involve eyes?!?!....
(They also asked me if I used a computer, but lets not go there...)
Then they sent me away again. Now, my appointment should've been at 4pm, but 5.1 forevers after, they still hadn't sent me in. Hmm. By this point I kind of wanted to get home and, you know, SLEEP.
Finally the nice optician man came over and said that he'd been sat in his room waiting around for a patient who'd actually gone in next door. Ohhhh hardy ha.
The whole reason for me going back to the eye people was because of the small problem that I could actually see better without my glasses on, and I didn't really think that's the way things are supposed to go.
To cut a long story short, apparently my eyes have improved, and my sight without glasses is pretty good, minus the slight longsightedness and the evil turn which makes me look ODD.
Thing had been these lenses I got last time had been FAR too strong, and although they are okay for close up stuff, they were making distances crazily blurry. The guy showed me the chart of letters WITH my glasses, then without, and I could see the smallest lines WITHOUT them where with I could barely see the big lines...no wonder things have been difficult :P
Ohhh, I don't get it. I bet it was just a mix up with the lenses last time, I can't believe my eyes have changed quite so much though.
Why the HELL am I waffling about my optical health to you all?!
That is, of course, if you are still actually here.
I have barely touched on the fun stuff either, for today at approximately 10:30am, the House of Taylor was graced with the presence of our very own Burty and Ellingwoof.
Yeah, it WAS as dangerous/manic as you are imagining it to be.
We got through (and cast the next school production of) The Lion King, and Hairspray, and ate pizza because pizza is GOOD, and had a rather jolly time.
Tomorrow, I believe I am meeting with the definition of awesomeness that is my musical partner in crime, Hayley. And, if all goes to plan, we're going to be musical.
And music is also awesome.
Finally 'laying down some demos' for our little band ;) And soon we'll be begging for gigs and the like? BEGGAR! Sweeeeeeney.....tangent...
Meh, I've kept you for long enough and I'm getting bored. Ta-rah, all :D
Tuesday, 6 April 2010
And though I hardly know her, I let her in my veins and trust her with my life.
OHO, you're doing the whole text thing again.
GOOD MORNING, WORLD OF BLOGS! :)
I feel rather loved, about 4 people all BINGED me at once as soon as I signed on MSN. Thing is, I don't think my computer feels too loved by it all, because it went all slow and did it's normal 'na na na na na I'm going to crash on you in a minute because I hate you' thing.
Today I finally saw Alice in Wonderland after weeks of meaning to go. It was great :) I seriously believe Johnny Depp is the greatest actor alive. He's just so....awesome.
And, there is one quote from this movie which I think just sums up life:
"You're bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret: all the best people are..."
Describes pretty much everyone I know :)
I don't really understand why suddenly I've become known by my surname, but oh well :) Interesting trend...as long as I don't get confused with the Swift one. Not that that would be a bad thing, far from it, but, you know....ohh, tangent...
I'm also a bit wary of this local celebrity status I seem to have gained recently. One time this random man at the bus stop commented on how he'd heard me sing somewhere, before going on about his 1930s film collection (I'm deadly serious!)and then there was the incident with the reception person at school while I was innocently purchasing talent show tickets, and then I was just served by Ailish in Waitrose who happened to bring my music Myspace into conversation (shameless plug: www.myspace.com/bethanytaylormusic). It's all very flattering, but really bizarre.
It's when you hear your Dad whistling the melody of Summer Rain whilst doing the dishes things DO get odd.
Erm, look, this text...pleeeease?....
Right, I'm off to count how many songs Hayley and I have written. Hopefully we're
having a little band recording 'sesh' on Friday...AT LAST....
Thursday I'm SUPER excited about, what with my favourite Graphics/Music buddies invading and that.
EXCITING TIMES :D
GOOD MORNING, WORLD OF BLOGS! :)
I feel rather loved, about 4 people all BINGED me at once as soon as I signed on MSN. Thing is, I don't think my computer feels too loved by it all, because it went all slow and did it's normal 'na na na na na I'm going to crash on you in a minute because I hate you' thing.
Today I finally saw Alice in Wonderland after weeks of meaning to go. It was great :) I seriously believe Johnny Depp is the greatest actor alive. He's just so....awesome.
And, there is one quote from this movie which I think just sums up life:
"You're bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret: all the best people are..."
Describes pretty much everyone I know :)
I don't really understand why suddenly I've become known by my surname, but oh well :) Interesting trend...as long as I don't get confused with the Swift one. Not that that would be a bad thing, far from it, but, you know....ohh, tangent...
I'm also a bit wary of this local celebrity status I seem to have gained recently. One time this random man at the bus stop commented on how he'd heard me sing somewhere, before going on about his 1930s film collection (I'm deadly serious!)and then there was the incident with the reception person at school while I was innocently purchasing talent show tickets, and then I was just served by Ailish in Waitrose who happened to bring my music Myspace into conversation (shameless plug: www.myspace.com/bethanytaylormusic). It's all very flattering, but really bizarre.
It's when you hear your Dad whistling the melody of Summer Rain whilst doing the dishes things DO get odd.
Erm, look, this text...pleeeease?....
Right, I'm off to count how many songs Hayley and I have written. Hopefully we're
having a little band recording 'sesh' on Friday...AT LAST....
Thursday I'm SUPER excited about, what with my favourite Graphics/Music buddies invading and that.
EXCITING TIMES :D
Sunday, 4 April 2010
Think it's time for you and me to take over the world.
Happy Easter all :D :D :D
Don't you just LOVE Easter?!!?! A time when PEOPLE GIVE YOU FREE CHOCOLATE!!!
Okay, that sounded oh so materialistic and spoilt.
Think of Jesus and churchy stuff too, people.
Sorry for the sarcastic religious moment there, probably a bit offensive, it's just I don't get why it's okay for my church to abandon me and not ask me to help out anymore. Well, their loss, I was their youngest congregation member. Pah.
Anyway, on from religious ramblings...how've we all been?
I love the fact Laura obvously hasn't been reading my blog in weeks, so she's had to read all the posts in one blast and leave a little comment on them all :') My phone has been buzzing all night :P
OHO you lovely Muser, you...
Erm, sooo, what've I done? Not a great deal. Eaten a bit too much, slept for lovely amounts of time, indulged in more rubbish and watched TV. Been using this crazed sound mixer too, it involves about 386 wires, but it's really fun :)
Given me an idea for another career path too, listen to this...
I've tread ON the boards in the cast, stood to the side of them with props, sat under them with a keyboard, but maybe I'm missing a trick...maybe next time I'll be sitting opposite them terrifying people with my manic lighting ;)
(I just had a vision of myself endlessly switching strobe lights on and off and getting a load of theatrical types very annoyed. Or, if you've ever seen 2DTV and George Bush with the weapons of mass destruction...'I CAN PRESS THE BUTTON, I CAN PRESS THE BUTTON'
Oh, the rig just blew.)
I LOVE getting new music :) Tis so exciting :') Yesterday I actually bought a real life CD, a rarity these days what with iTunes and Amazon etc etc...the purchase happened to be The Courteeners' new album Falcon, tis really good :) I'd seen it advertised on Spotify, and for once decided to acknowledge a Spotify advert and have a further look; I was impressed. So, armed with the other rarity of spare cash, I ventured into HMV.
Money well spent. Look up the album if you can, it's simple but very beautiful :)
Quite a few plans for this week, makes a change. My social life is usually pretty dull.
Today was Easter Sunday and I met my 6 week-old cousin for the first time :')
Go on then, all together....AWWWWWWW :D
The sight of my Dad with a baby is hilarious. The sight of my Dad trying to dish out Creme Egg ice cream is even better.
But whenever my parents see a baby, they always feel the need to delve into the histories of my brother and I, and how I was an appalling, ill, constantly-screaming baby, and how he was an angel in comparison. PAH.
My reply is, I was constantly screaming to strengthen my vocal chords, and look at me now? Fairly decent set of pipes I'd say, they serve me well :)
My Mum was telling us that the other day at work (she works at the Doctors Surgery) she was asked to hold a baby in the waiting room for a bit, and some randomer walked in and asked if she was a Grandma.
My Mum said 'Well, it is technically possible...'
Cue MAJORLY awkward looks around the room, and an innocent, thoughtful look from my 7 year-old cousin (who it seems is pretty unlike her older cousin as she says she's good at Art...oh lordy...).
I can assure my Mum there'll be none of THAT anytime soon. And I don't mean Art.
But talking of awkward conversations, my brother has finally caught up to the stage where everything is 'wrong'.
Here are a few examples:
Madame Morrible on the Wicked soundtrack: 'OHHH Miss Elphaba...'
My bro: 'EWW THAT'S WRONG.'
Gangsta bloke on the radio:'Ima rock ya bod-EH'
My bro: 'LOL THAT'S WRONG.'
Me: 'I'd beat you on Fifa 10 anyday.'
My bro: 'YOU'RE WRONG.'
I have no idea where this is going.
Have no idea what I'm doing tomorrow, either :)
I think this is my cue to leave....Tetris time...
YES I'M THAT BORED.
Don't you just LOVE Easter?!!?! A time when PEOPLE GIVE YOU FREE CHOCOLATE!!!
Okay, that sounded oh so materialistic and spoilt.
Think of Jesus and churchy stuff too, people.
Sorry for the sarcastic religious moment there, probably a bit offensive, it's just I don't get why it's okay for my church to abandon me and not ask me to help out anymore. Well, their loss, I was their youngest congregation member. Pah.
Anyway, on from religious ramblings...how've we all been?
I love the fact Laura obvously hasn't been reading my blog in weeks, so she's had to read all the posts in one blast and leave a little comment on them all :') My phone has been buzzing all night :P
OHO you lovely Muser, you...
Erm, sooo, what've I done? Not a great deal. Eaten a bit too much, slept for lovely amounts of time, indulged in more rubbish and watched TV. Been using this crazed sound mixer too, it involves about 386 wires, but it's really fun :)
Given me an idea for another career path too, listen to this...
I've tread ON the boards in the cast, stood to the side of them with props, sat under them with a keyboard, but maybe I'm missing a trick...maybe next time I'll be sitting opposite them terrifying people with my manic lighting ;)
(I just had a vision of myself endlessly switching strobe lights on and off and getting a load of theatrical types very annoyed. Or, if you've ever seen 2DTV and George Bush with the weapons of mass destruction...'I CAN PRESS THE BUTTON, I CAN PRESS THE BUTTON'
Oh, the rig just blew.)
I LOVE getting new music :) Tis so exciting :') Yesterday I actually bought a real life CD, a rarity these days what with iTunes and Amazon etc etc...the purchase happened to be The Courteeners' new album Falcon, tis really good :) I'd seen it advertised on Spotify, and for once decided to acknowledge a Spotify advert and have a further look; I was impressed. So, armed with the other rarity of spare cash, I ventured into HMV.
Money well spent. Look up the album if you can, it's simple but very beautiful :)
Quite a few plans for this week, makes a change. My social life is usually pretty dull.
Today was Easter Sunday and I met my 6 week-old cousin for the first time :')
Go on then, all together....AWWWWWWW :D
The sight of my Dad with a baby is hilarious. The sight of my Dad trying to dish out Creme Egg ice cream is even better.
But whenever my parents see a baby, they always feel the need to delve into the histories of my brother and I, and how I was an appalling, ill, constantly-screaming baby, and how he was an angel in comparison. PAH.
My reply is, I was constantly screaming to strengthen my vocal chords, and look at me now? Fairly decent set of pipes I'd say, they serve me well :)
My Mum was telling us that the other day at work (she works at the Doctors Surgery) she was asked to hold a baby in the waiting room for a bit, and some randomer walked in and asked if she was a Grandma.
My Mum said 'Well, it is technically possible...'
Cue MAJORLY awkward looks around the room, and an innocent, thoughtful look from my 7 year-old cousin (who it seems is pretty unlike her older cousin as she says she's good at Art...oh lordy...).
I can assure my Mum there'll be none of THAT anytime soon. And I don't mean Art.
But talking of awkward conversations, my brother has finally caught up to the stage where everything is 'wrong'.
Here are a few examples:
Madame Morrible on the Wicked soundtrack: 'OHHH Miss Elphaba...'
My bro: 'EWW THAT'S WRONG.'
Gangsta bloke on the radio:'Ima rock ya bod-EH'
My bro: 'LOL THAT'S WRONG.'
Me: 'I'd beat you on Fifa 10 anyday.'
My bro: 'YOU'RE WRONG.'
I have no idea where this is going.
Have no idea what I'm doing tomorrow, either :)
I think this is my cue to leave....Tetris time...
YES I'M THAT BORED.
Thursday, 1 April 2010
I can't believe how you looked at me with your Johnnie Walker eyes...
Fairly happy tonight :)
Been an alright week :) Well, bar the fact that this stupid automated number keeps ringing our house at 8AM, waking me up since everyone else is out! :O UNFAIRNESS.
Usually, once something like that wakes me up in the morning, I can't get back to sleep :/
Revision hasn't been TOO painful...for some strange reason I feel a bit guilty when I DON'T revise, so revising a tiny bit makes me feel better :P
Went into Harborough today, but twas SO busy!!! All worth it for our beloved Costa, though :)
Can't believe it's almost Friday already...nearly one week down! I'm fed up of how these days move by faster and faster.
My Dad finished work today (Northamptonshire schools have different holidays, because they are silly), and brought home half his school's sound cupboard for me to play with :') YAY :D
A bit worried I might accidentally blow everything up though. The amount of sliders and inputs ad outputs and FX buttons and pans is slightly unreal. I'm only used to hitting a few buttons on my trusty ol' notebook...
If you've seen the opening scene from Back to the Future with the huuuuuuge guitar amp, well, that's what I'm worried might happen :P
BIG thanks to the Ellingwoof for making me realise what a true musical genius Lady GaGa actually is (YES I JUST SAID THAT!). For all people may say about her, she's a great songwriter. I'm in LOVE with Speechless at the moment :)
Earlier my brother and his friend discovered one of those websites where you type something in and a computer voice reads it back. They're very easily amused.
Granted, it was hilarious at first, but 7 hours later it's annoying.
Been an alright week :) Well, bar the fact that this stupid automated number keeps ringing our house at 8AM, waking me up since everyone else is out! :O UNFAIRNESS.
Usually, once something like that wakes me up in the morning, I can't get back to sleep :/
Revision hasn't been TOO painful...for some strange reason I feel a bit guilty when I DON'T revise, so revising a tiny bit makes me feel better :P
Went into Harborough today, but twas SO busy!!! All worth it for our beloved Costa, though :)
Can't believe it's almost Friday already...nearly one week down! I'm fed up of how these days move by faster and faster.
My Dad finished work today (Northamptonshire schools have different holidays, because they are silly), and brought home half his school's sound cupboard for me to play with :') YAY :D
A bit worried I might accidentally blow everything up though. The amount of sliders and inputs ad outputs and FX buttons and pans is slightly unreal. I'm only used to hitting a few buttons on my trusty ol' notebook...
If you've seen the opening scene from Back to the Future with the huuuuuuge guitar amp, well, that's what I'm worried might happen :P
BIG thanks to the Ellingwoof for making me realise what a true musical genius Lady GaGa actually is (YES I JUST SAID THAT!). For all people may say about her, she's a great songwriter. I'm in LOVE with Speechless at the moment :)
Earlier my brother and his friend discovered one of those websites where you type something in and a computer voice reads it back. They're very easily amused.
Granted, it was hilarious at first, but 7 hours later it's annoying.
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