You turn every head but you don't see me...

Ohhhh Blogger. This is what it comes down to. 23:42 and no one's around/willing to listen to my venting, so here I am. For after all, you're the only pers...sorry, 'thing' guaranteed to sit and nod sympathetically - even if you lack the means to sit or nod. Or listen.

I don't even care that you can't set me up with a cuppa (not tea though, I don't drink tea) or give any decent advice back, I'm just grateful for you being here. Thanks man. Or woman, if you're an oestrogen-filled webpage instead.

I love how Glee sang to me tonight. I'd lost interest in it, and was staring blankly at my phone, when all of a sudden I heard 'Beth...' and saw Puck getting all emotional at my face. Or maybe just my name.

I don't want to visit the dentist tomorrow. I never used to get scared or anxious beforehand, but a few weeks ago I found a small painless hole in the back of one of my teeth, so as you can imagine I'm a little apprehensive.
I don't understand why they decide to stick fingers in your mouth and think THAT'S an appropriate time to start a conversation? For one thing, I have other things on my mind at that point (like OMG these gloves taste weird) and another, I CAN'T ACTUALLY REPLY with you poking my tongue.

Today was entirely unproductive. End of. Did about 10 minutes revision on Divided Union stuff then got distracted by my theatrical cousin. OH WELL.

Of all the people in the world, it HAD to be you.

Someone come talk to me? I can't be doing with sleep just yet.

The opposite of war isn't peace, it's creation...

So, I've decided to become a semi-professional bass player to get some cash rolling (at snail pace) in. I've been informed that I'm not actually too bad on the old 4-string, and that with a little more experience I could be on my way to getting some decent jobs.
And pit band jobs (playing in bands for shows) pay VERY well. Like, really well. £200 a week?
Especially nice for bassists, since we're a rare breed...

Sadly though, I have to make sure my bass guitars are small, because not only do I lack in height but I also need bigger hands.

That sounded a lot better in my head. Maybe it should've stayed there.

OHHH I love Rent. As in the musical, not the stuff you have to pay, eww.
Okay, so at the moment if I hear Seasons of Love once more I may just throw something, but Tango: Maureen came up on the iTodd earlier and I sat and listened through the ENTIRE show again! :')

Alright, so maybe I shouldn't have played La Vie Boheme for my Grandma (why, you ask? MUCHO MASTURBATION) but it's an awesome song. One day I WILL stand on a table in a restaurant and sing it. Who's with me?

I really wanted to watch the film again, even if it is a bit rubbish, but my DVD has been unwillingly lent to some drama teacher I don't even know by father dearest, so that plan went through the window...

I got home and fell asleep on my bed. Don't ever fall asleep with your phone next to your face, like I did AGAIN today. It's terrifying.

In a very unusual way...

...I think I'm in love with you.
...I want to cry.
Something inside me goes weak, something inside me surrenders,
And you're the reason why...

You don't know what you do to me,
You don't have a clue,
You can't tell what it's like to be me looking at you...


From Nine, which I STILL haven't seen...apparently it's rubbish anyway.

NO, I'm not depressed (exactly), I just want to write decent lyrics like these and I'm supposed to be learning these for my exam after last year's interesting episode.




Maybe I'm also making a vague point.

I can't believe I compared her to fajitas....

My brother is listening to that 'If ya think I'm seeeeexy' song by Rod Stewart. There is something very wrong about this.

Wahey, it's half term.

Doesn't really feel like it what with being on leave (lol I sound like I'm in the army...imagine me in the army...) but HEY, I'll enjoy it just the same.

Apart from Tuesday when they're dragging me to the dentist. Gulp.

Ohhhhh dear, if only you knew how frustrating this was.

EEP, I have the mixer and fancy mics back, and this week I have a huge list of stuff I'm recording. 9 songs at the moment. Any requests, let me know, DISTRACT ME FROM THE HORRORS OF REVISION.

*mumble mumble* evil Chemistry exam *mumble mumble groan*

Know how my knee was playing up a few weeks ago? Now my other knee is! Not quite as painful, but it clicks really loud and gets all achey :/ Boo for me. Get out the mini violins.

He has Robbie on now. I'm not ashamed to say I'm a Robbie fan.

Please don't slap me.

Build me up and knock me down like the worthless pile of Lego bricks I always have been.

Well, isn't this a wonderful, quiet existence :')
I've never felt so lonely in my life.

In fact, I feel as lonely and misunderstood as a snowboarder in Malibu.

And we strive on...

Damn you, chromatography. Damn you and all these phases you seem to be going through. You're more of a drama queen than this very blogger.

Yes, yes, readers, tomorrow is the Chemistry exam. Got a LOAD of notes done actually, I dare say I worked pretty damn hard (erm, well, in comparison to Monday especially)....yet there is still stuff I haven't a clue about, so I'm having a panic, but it's okay because I'll read over these (probably inaccurate) notes a dozen times over before 9am.

Things aren't all terrible...
I'VE BAGGED THE NICE MIXER BACK.

Yes, the wonderful mixer is in my clutches once more, and tomorrow I'm being lent the nice microphones and the like so I can do lots and lots and lots more recording. I have a list of covers I'm planning.
Remember Shooting Star by Air Traffic? 'Pretty if the sun don't shine, I'll be coming up to meet you, I'll be there to make you miiiine...'
Well, this Taylor is putting her own 'funk-reggae' twist on it. Dig that my fine fellow. *cough*

Still rather need a new guitar though. AND CASH. Don't get me wrong, I can't bear to part with my gorgeous black acoustic, but I need room for one I can actually record easily with :/

I feel like I'm about to dump an innocent, unsuspecting lover.
Pah, yeah, like I'd ever get an innocent one of those ;)
No worries, I shall find it a nice new home.

All you theatrical peoples, I recommend you go forth unto my Facebook wall and click on the link my ol' pal Alison has left me. Okay, so it's just 13 the musical, nothing TOO special (although pretty special since it is the god-like JRB), but the guy who does a commentary of it is hilarious!!! Watch his eyes!
And...S-LUTTTT.

Pah, Facebook makes me (occasionally cry and) chuckle like a chuckle-brother. It's 'the only place where you can write on a wall and not look stupid' or whatever. I love how I pop on a quick status about revision and scurry off, and then I come back and 12 people like it. 12 people. So much for 'STUDY' leave, more like 'Let's-go-laze-and-moan-on-Facebook' leave.

My neck really hurts.

I shouldn't have moaned about being lonely, now 5 people are binging me all at once on MSN.

Oh well, what goes around, comes around, as I learnt from Penguins of Madagascar today. Twas quite amusing. Interesting accompaniment to titrations. WHICH I STILL CAN'T DO.

Justin Timberlake also taught us that very phrase once too, I believe. But not titrations.

Wellll, slap me with a fish and call me Jason. I'm out of here.

Wish us chemists good luck for 9am tomorrow?

It's just a silly phase I'm going through...

Oh! Look! I survived the lit exam.

Oh! Look! My right hand didn't. I pity the poor examiner who has to decipher my abominable handwriting.

Oh! Look! A bed covered in a duvet of sweet GRAPHICS REVISION. Mehhhhhhhh.

I'm sitting here aimlessly strumming a G chord.

There's so much music I could record, especially new songs I've written and the like, but my microphone hates me. If anyone has a spare recording studio kicking about, I'm your new best mate.

I have big plans for school performances too, thanks to an epiphany at 6pm this evening. Year 11 awards, Don't Stop Believing, and the end of term concert, Taylor the Latte Boy. I'm brilliant. *coughs dramatically, choking*

Someone talk to me and help distract me.

I was searching, you were on a mission...

Utterly cheesed off.

I ask you for a bit of comfort. I simply ask you to lend me your ear for a minute or 2 because you're the only one who ever understands.
But no, it's fine.

And then, someone else strolls onto the scene in a different corner and throws all the paperwork on the floor and makes a mockery of my LIFE, before taking the one thing I'm proud of away from me.

TODDDDD.

My brother just said 'Goodbye alligators', I think someone needs to tell him it's 'see you later alligator'...

OHO LAMENT FOR CASH.

I seriously am worried about tomorrow now. Sort of accidentally wasted today a little. Revised a teaspoon of Chemistry and read through my Lit notes, but I know I should've done a lot more...I'll regret it I'm sure.
OH WELL.

Let's blame technology for my downfall. And you. Just triple DAMN you with extra mayo on top.

(Not you, you're nice, don't worry.)

That's not baroque, that's Lady Gaga.

HAHA, look at me, I can successfully upload photos onto a blogging site.

I do adore that hat of mine.

It's been another GLORIOUS day :') It's amazing what a bit of lovely weather can do to your mood.
My arms are beginning to itch, but I don't care :')

I even did actual English revision today!!! Proud.

And tomorrow I don't have to get up at stupid o' clock to catch a smelly bus, ohhh no, instead I'll roll out of bed and then confine myself to the garden with Chemistry and Graphics revision for company. Should be interesting considering I don't think I learnt anything over 2 years of Graphics (*sigh* Graphics :/) and since everytime I open my Chemistry guide I find something else I don't know.

Actually quite glad the Lit exam is over first though. I can't wait to get rid of Lord of the Flies, what a disgusting book.

You have no idea how tempted I was to throw my copy out of the open window earlier.

'Somebody's closing my window...'

Aha, Darwin Deez's Radar Detector is the perfect summer song, it makes me feel so happy :D Need some more of his stuff...

I actually need more cash too.

However, I believe more cash will mean more work is needed. BLEH. *continues to be lazy slob*

If you've heard (and been amused by) the infamous story involving me having an unfortunate encounter with a bush whilst riding a bike, well...this is that very bike. A bit too small for me now, but it's occasionally used to protect other bushes from cricket balls. Not from my weight though.

There are days we want always to remember, and there are days we try to forget...

Right, right, right, Sophie now HAS to win Over the Rainbow, not just because she has pretty hair and a nice voice, but also because my evil mother wants Danielle (the one who can't act who my brother thinks looks like Hayley) to win, and because she dared to badmouth Lauren.

Okay, so i admit I'm not overly surprised Lauren isn't through. But I've no doubt she's got an AMAZING theatrical career ahead of her.

SOPHIE FOR THE WIN NOW.

My week may have been utter trash, but last night and a WONDERFUL afternoon today did in fact make up for it.
For twas Nick's 18th last night, where the birthday boy managed to introduce me to everybody he could as Taylor, prompting someone to say 'Sorry, but I can't remember your name...I know your surname though?'
It's all because apparently saying BETHANY Taylor doesn't 'feel right' to him.
Oh well, he sang Michael Buble, we'll let him off.

Then today, OH MY GOSHY GOSHNESS, we actually had REAL LIFE SUNSHINE!
Ended up treking over to my Grandad's for an afternoon of cricket like the posh shortie I am.

I also used the opportunity to test out our new camera as a way of jumping on the photography bandwagon (because I'm boring and unoriginal like that)....

Oh. It appears you'll have to go on Facebook to see some examples of my mediocre creativity. Blogger is being a pain in the backside and won't let me upload anything.

Shame, I was going to post this brilliant picture of my brother in his batting stance that he banned me from putting up on Facebook. His face is a picture...literally. It really is quite funny. And since he has no idea I have a blog, I was going to treat you all.

Nah, still nothing. Oh well.

Well, well, well. Exam leave, here we are. I promised myself a totally free day today to just laze, but I suppose I'll actually have to do some sort of revision later.

OHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Leachy boy is using absurd language at me just because I dared to flick my way through a city breaks brochure thingy while Doctor Who was on.
IT BORES ME.

But bless Matt and his odd face :) I remember when you all hated him.

*awaits uproar from controversial comment*

I'm actually vaguely happy :') Even if once again you've failed to reply to my text after you started the conversation :')

OHHHHH I THINK IT'S WORKED?!?!?!









I'm so good when it comes to technology. *cough*

You can look right through me, walk right by me...and never know I'm there.

I need to learn to NOT pick the super hot curries.

I thought Friends was on right now, but apparently I'm wrong. It seems I'm permenently wrong at the moment. I don't even know if I can spell anymore.

'Testicles' has just signed in. Charming.

Social Interview questons confuse me. Heck, talk about the awkwardness currently littering my wall...

Surprised at the number of people who've let me down/ignored me/done both this week. Plain rudeness. The song Class from Chicago comes to mind here: "Whatever happened to nice manners and good breeding?..." etc etc etc.
This could also lead into another mini rant about people who don't reply to texts in text conversations they've started. Just...why?

My brother is screaming for some Rhys to come and heal him. I think he's on COD.

Waiting for this mood to pick up but I don't seem to be getting far :/

Bored, lonely, and I seriously can't wait for 3:10 tomorrow.

Like snowflakes in the ocean...

TEEHEE, I'm obsessed with this song, I was right.

That was a rather psychotic 'teehee' there, see.

This week is just one long, throbbing headache. I NEED A HUG.

I almost wrote jug there, but I don't need no jugs right now, ta.

Last ever GCSE Music lesson today. And last EVER French. My Music folder is rather beautiful now after suffering abuse in the form of 'good luck paragraphs' from my fellow musicians. We were a good group though :') PANINI PANINI....

Every now and then I fall apart *modulation*.

Tomorrow is our last ever Graphics lesson. I'm going to get emotional. I HATE the subject with a fat passion, but it's just not going to be the same without Burty and Ellingwoof next year. The 3 Musketeers will be no more. I almost wrote 32 there.

Thank god there's NOT 32 of us. The world suffers enough.

I'm a fool. *sigh*

I can't see an easy way to get out of this.

Hmm. Yeah, I don't get you either.

I can't be doing with any of this right now. I just want sleep.

And I can feel another cold coming on. IN MAY.

Hmm. If only you were simple and I was slightly less pathetic.

I almost had a heart attack just then because I thought my Dad had hoovered up some new lyrics o' mine, and then I realised I'd actually emailed them to myself so I hadn't lost them at all.
But I'd forgotten to write down the actual chords you sort of have to play. Otherwise it's just a poem.
Not that I really care.
And you don't care either. Especially you there, in the back.

Everything is SO difficult.

Get out of my house, and while you're at it, my head.

I'll be the brick you can throw.

Just when I think Muse can't get any better, they go and defy me and hit a whole new level of awesomeness.

This song is obviously going to be played FAR too much by me in the next few weeks, I can tell this already.

I'm not sure why I'm here, everything's a blur. I need sleep.

But then again, to hell with logic.

Just before I go howeveer, I have to say this...

After 11 years of schooling, the moment has finally come. I no longer have to do PE.

Ever, ever, ever again.

Turn around, bright eyes...

One...more...week....before the onslaught.

Some of us should be in bed. Some of us shouldn't be prolonging going to bed by blog-posting. Some of us got 4 hours sleep last night (eventually) and then got up (of their own free will) at 8:30am on a Sunday morning.
Some of us need to get a life.

I have a secret guilty pleasure for cheesy 80s pop and power ballads, and I DON'T CARE :)

Okay, maybe I do a bit.
I'll just never let you look on my ipod; the guilty pleasure excuse gets used a lot when it comes to explaining exactly WHY certain songs are on there.

Except the Space Pirates theme tune, that makes me happy.

CALL ME SAD, I don't give a flying Ford Anglia.

I don't know exactly what it did, but Hinckley did SOMETHING to me yesterday. Last night my knee made one last almighty clicking noise and ever since it hasn't hurt and I can freely bend my leg without fear of mean pain :')
Looking at it now, almost all the swelling has gone down!
And, erm, I haven't been 'forgetting' my exercises or anything...

Slight downside, it means I can no longer treat myself to the beautiful pink smarties I was prescribed. We'll find a way, eh son?
I swear I was 'legally tripping' on a cocktail of those, paracetamol and caffeine last Thursday. My head was just like WOAHHHH.
Oh well.

Tomorrow I have my LAST EVER PE LESSON. EVER. For the LAST time.

11 years just went *poof*.

And oh, she likes to lead, in every way she led me on...

I think I've done something wrong. But I'm not entirely sure what.
I think I'll put this down to my inherited paranoia and the slight habit I have of overthinking.
There's nothing I can really do about it anyway, even if I HAVE.

You know something I HAVE done wrong? NEGLECTED THIS HERE BLOG. This is disgusting. Where the HELL have I been?!?!

A load of rubbish has happened, but who cares, one week left and I'm about as motivated as a left-over carrot on Boxing Day.

Leftover? Left over? Left-over? I've never had to write that before.

What ever happened to the school magazine? I'm supposed to be co-editing it, I'd like to know.

You'll have to excuse me, my mind's a bit of a blehh-ful mush (once more).

It gets to this time and all is quiet and I'm like 'hmm...' and my mind wanders :)
Now, it has the potential to fuel PERFECT creativity, or it can just be a flippin' pain.
Tonight I'm going with flippin' pain.

Another flippin' pain? My flippin' knee. Water on it or something? Never seen so many pills in my life. Pink smarties.

Ohhh, the sarcasm (and pure nonsense) is just a-flowing now.

I don't even THINK I'm in a bad mood either, just a tad confused, tired and fed up? Every single lesson at dear school is either a muckaround or a past paper, just bring on the exams and let them be OVERRRRR, I want to sleep and do lazy stuff.

*insert rant about Lutterworth and them slapping me in the face metaphorically by stopping me from doing EPQ and putting me on waiting lists for something that isn't my fault*
*insert light-hearted comment about touring around Hinckley with the fiancee and son today*
*insert another comment about exam leave*
*insert irritated comment about my face*
*insert general mooooaaaaaan*

"When I grow up, I want to be a penguin. Or a flute."

Or, in the words of my beloved shirt in the eyes of Burty, "When I grow, I want to be a rock star."

"Get out of my house."

There will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears...

"A mighty pain to love it is,
and tis a pain that pain to miss;
But of all pains the greatest pain,
It is to love, but love in vain..."
(Abraham Crowley)





I just felt I'd neglected Blogger a bit. I've still been reading, but I'm lacking with the comments and actual posts.

Oh well, the National Lottery have just emailed me. Night, strange world.




"Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love."
(Charlie Brown)

My mind's spinning, I've reached the edge....

Okay, so when I grabbed this here curry out of the fridge, I should've maybe taken note of the fact it said HOT tikka masala on the front.
My mouth is like a bloody sauna right now.

I remember the times where Wednesday evenings would be sent sauntering off the bus and straight into a piano lesson which I'd HATE.

Don't get me wrong, my teacher was really good, I just couldn't stand the lessons and how restricting everything felt. Plus, as many of you know, my sight reading is hilariously bad. I can barely play my own songs, let alone random stuff you put in front of me.

So I begged my pianist parents to let me quit, and once they FINALLY agreed, I was free.

A few years later, it's a Wednesday evening once more and somehow I am back playing the classical piano music I once detested. AND NO ONE IS FORCING ME TO DO IT FOR ONCE.
I've got a bit of Schumann, Grieg and Chopin going....(sorry Ellingwoof, no Tezza Riley)

(Shame my playing's a bit rubbish)

I have no real motivation to blog or revise tonight, I just want to eat. BYE :D

I've been secretly falling apart...

500 texts from Facebook later, and I regret liking that status. I really do. I DON'T CARE WHO COMMENTS ON WHAT, I JUST LIKED IT AT THE TIME.

It's getting to me again.

Such a beautiful thought that we don't have to awake at some UNGODLY (Lol Laura :P) hour tomorrow for school. Ahhh.
Bank Holiday weekends. What a blessing.

Got up, did musical research, went for nice lunch, came back, did musical research, watched the Dorothy show (why the HELL did Stephanie go out?!?!?! Steph should've gone weeks ago...), did more research, then attended the most pointless concert of my life.

I say concert, we were only ever providing background music anyway. Still, like 5 people were there at the bar. The whole thing was a complete unorganised sham to be honest, we'd barely been provided with any information.
Tom hadn't even been given a time, so he rang me and we agreed to collaborate.

By the time we got there though it seemed a little pointless. The half hour slot basically became a rehearsal for our future musicalness, so I guess it wasn't completely wasted, but it felt like it.

Hung around with him for a bit and watched Sarah Who sing, she did really well but it was a shame there were so few people also watching. Tom got offered a resident pianist job whilst at the bar (on top of ALL his other work :P) and Oli Dewes arrived and told me I should make an entrance one day in a lift with smoke doing a Superman pose.

I got home and crashed on the sofa before realising I'd left my jacket there because I'm a FOOL, so then I had to get Nick (who by this time had arrived at the event for some mega performance or something) to rescue it for me, directing him by text. Bless his heart and soul.

Gosh, I'm an idiot. In so many ways.

YAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

I want food. But I'm lazy. And can't be bothered to move my backside to get to the fridge.
Idiot.

Edith, we have too many Hitlers.

I am surprised I am actually sittng here typing this very post on this very dark, wet evening. (PINCH PUNCH for the first of the month, btw)
I am surprised I even made it home alive.

For, tonight, I was forced to sit and watch my mother rub the fact I haven't done any drama this year in my face by sitting and watching her on stage in a play.

But, it wasn't just any play.

It was the innuendo-filled WW2 comedy Allo Allo, and she was playing a flirtatious French waitress.
All I'll say is the most humilliating scene I was forced to endure involved her blowing up an inflatable Hitler.

And for once, YES, I DO mean it in that way...

Was quite sickening, to be honest. My brother is scarred for life.

(Taylor) SWIFTLY MOVING ON....

I can see clearly now (the rain has gone)!!! FINALLY Specsavers replaced my lenses, and now I don't have to do a Dumbledore impression every time I want to look into the distance.

I (sort of) overcame the mountain of maths that had been provided for me, twas a bit of a messy job though - I sort of took an icepick and made an attempt at finishing the work by charging forward and hacking through it.

Then I realised I'd put my name down to sing at some Mayor's event thingy in Lutterworth tomorrow, but I'm not exactly sure what's happening and ohhh dear I'm confused...
But yeah, I decided that I probably needed to decide what to sing, so I've started compiling a list of songs. That I might sing. If I've even been given the right date...

4 minutes to midnight. Good album name, that'd be.