So I'm supposed to be doing something....but I can't remember what. And therefore I'm breaking the system and BLOGGING for once.
BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG.
My Spotify is back working after weeks of NOT working...I've found all my summer playlists and memories are a-flooding back :O
I'd try and recap what's happened since my last post, but I REALLY can't be bothered. All you need to know is that I've now embarked on the crazy half term before Christmas, during which I have at least 3 concerts, 2 full-on productions, my own production to plan and rehearse, and a load of schoolwork including lots of eviil coursework-y bits. All on top of general life and chaos.
Tis Halloween tonight, if you didn't know. You know how I spent my last Halloween? Singing the Faure Requiem in a church in posh Uppingham. How am I spending my next weekend? Singing the Durufle Requiem in a church in posh Uppingham.
SUCH A COOL TEEN WITH SUCH A FUN LIFE.
My Mum has (literally) closed the curtains on any more potential trick-or-treaters tonight, so now my Dad is terrified the yobs are gonna egg us.
Want another example of my cool, fun teenage life? I've just discovered it's beautiful to get revenge on people you want to get revenge on by reciting words of Latin masses and requiems to them.
ET IN TERRA PAX leaves them simply, beautifully baffled, and you feel awesome :D
Go on, I dare you. Plonk Gloria, on your ex. GO FORTH WITH THE POWER OF PLONK. Works a treat.
I can't believe all that and Man in the Mirror and sushi paste and minibus were back in FEBRUARY :| Feels like so long ago...
Barstow reckons we're back on track with our masterpiece of a musical, by the way. WEST END, I HEAR YOUR CALL. AGAIN. SORT OF. Mehhh.
I'm literally terrified at how quick time is running away with itself again. We're currently doing BTEC panto rehearsals and stuff AGAIN, and on Wednesday it's Commemoration Day - AGAIN?!?!?! Where did the year go?!
I don't want to grow up anymore, it's too scary.
Sunday, 31 October 2010
Tuesday, 5 October 2010
Just don't let go or you may drown...
Well, blogger has gone a little dead of late. I'm a fine one to talk, neglecting it all. BUT I HAVE BEEN A BUSY CHAPPIE, so it's all with good reason.
Although, looking at the silent horizon of this very website, I doubt anyone's even left to read this post.
My eyebrow has a strange twitch, it is strange. It flickers.
So, my excuses for being busy (in no particular order)? In the last 5 weeks of school, on top of general work, I've managed to become director/MD for a HEAVILY cut down version of Rent, become bass player for at least 4 different things (Big Band in Lestaaaa, Concert Band, BTEC Panto with awesomeful Laura as MD and then West Side Story with my Dad) - I'm drowning in sheet music - I've been asked to play a big acoustic charity gig at The Musician in half term, I've quit my editorial role at the magazine, I've been asked to sing with a strange choir at posh Uppingham again, I've been replaced by HER, I've been endlessly confused, I've been to London twice and asked out to go a 3rd time, been to Bedford twice, had the cousins over 3 times, visited my Grandma near 9 times, agreed to get married at Lutto Lights at He Come Chippy, been offered a free photoshoot, made someone cry for me accidentally by talking about an idiot, had a few ingenious choir rehearsals, had some eventful panini-filled frees in the green caf, a condom thrown at me by some obviously very mature Year 11s, confirmed my first work teaching singing, done a few open evening nights, seen my idol live, realised my idol uses the same music stands that we do in M5, almost blown up M5 and the music tower with a bass amp, had a visit from the lovely Ailish, done mash-ups of Taylor Swift and Vivaldi with Ellingwoof, revealed sub-plots in Ibsen plays involving doors and Christmas trees, sung Disney songs in English classrooms, watched the A Level/BTEC drama war kick off for Year 12, learnt about the philosophical wonders of blue chairs, penguins and categories, used 118 in Music lessons to discover the use of oboes as snake-charmers, discovered Bach was a hypocritical yet talented meanie, ordered a dozen uni prospectuses, learnt how to spell choreography right first time, written a new song which I don't even like, watched Andy the new drama teacher chase someone with a chair, run around repeatedly saying 'I'll make you a lovely breakfast in the morning', read the funniest but most damning theatre view ever, sat and listened to Vic Gray's mum's Wham ringtone go off in the ONLY serious moment in Avenue Q, had a heavenly lasagne at the pub, battled with memory sticks, realised I have actual money meaning I can shop like a teenager should, had an iTunes spree, realised I waste too much time, forgotten to blog....and then we've had the general polava of other school-ish bits and the like.
Am I excused now?
Although, looking at the silent horizon of this very website, I doubt anyone's even left to read this post.
My eyebrow has a strange twitch, it is strange. It flickers.
So, my excuses for being busy (in no particular order)? In the last 5 weeks of school, on top of general work, I've managed to become director/MD for a HEAVILY cut down version of Rent, become bass player for at least 4 different things (Big Band in Lestaaaa, Concert Band, BTEC Panto with awesomeful Laura as MD and then West Side Story with my Dad) - I'm drowning in sheet music - I've been asked to play a big acoustic charity gig at The Musician in half term, I've quit my editorial role at the magazine, I've been asked to sing with a strange choir at posh Uppingham again, I've been replaced by HER, I've been endlessly confused, I've been to London twice and asked out to go a 3rd time, been to Bedford twice, had the cousins over 3 times, visited my Grandma near 9 times, agreed to get married at Lutto Lights at He Come Chippy, been offered a free photoshoot, made someone cry for me accidentally by talking about an idiot, had a few ingenious choir rehearsals, had some eventful panini-filled frees in the green caf, a condom thrown at me by some obviously very mature Year 11s, confirmed my first work teaching singing, done a few open evening nights, seen my idol live, realised my idol uses the same music stands that we do in M5, almost blown up M5 and the music tower with a bass amp, had a visit from the lovely Ailish, done mash-ups of Taylor Swift and Vivaldi with Ellingwoof, revealed sub-plots in Ibsen plays involving doors and Christmas trees, sung Disney songs in English classrooms, watched the A Level/BTEC drama war kick off for Year 12, learnt about the philosophical wonders of blue chairs, penguins and categories, used 118 in Music lessons to discover the use of oboes as snake-charmers, discovered Bach was a hypocritical yet talented meanie, ordered a dozen uni prospectuses, learnt how to spell choreography right first time, written a new song which I don't even like, watched Andy the new drama teacher chase someone with a chair, run around repeatedly saying 'I'll make you a lovely breakfast in the morning', read the funniest but most damning theatre view ever, sat and listened to Vic Gray's mum's Wham ringtone go off in the ONLY serious moment in Avenue Q, had a heavenly lasagne at the pub, battled with memory sticks, realised I have actual money meaning I can shop like a teenager should, had an iTunes spree, realised I waste too much time, forgotten to blog....and then we've had the general polava of other school-ish bits and the like.
Am I excused now?
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