I have to open this by admitting I'm cool/sad enough to have the Plonk Gloria on my iPod, and that Laudamus te with an orchestra is hilarious.
Well, I doubt anyone else would find it remotely amusing, but it made ME happy.
Laura's scaring me with her ability to generate Muse-fuelled musical plotlines before my very eyes. On MSN, that is.
We're officially going into business - you heard it (or, erm, saw it) here first. Today Lutterworth, tomorrow Broadway. Okay, I lie. Maybe it'll take a little more than a day.
Today I woke up to SNOW!!!! LOTS of SNOW!!!! And I'm told that tomorrow it's going to snow BIG TIME!!!! As a result, my father's been on snow watch pretty much all day.
THERE IS A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL PEOPLE!!!! There IS a chance of a snow day on Monday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pah. Getting yours and my own hopes up. They'll drag us in whatever.
I actually got some work done today, as well. Tomorrow, *gulp* revision. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Saturday, 9 January 2010
Friday, 8 January 2010
As you can see by my use of Caps Lock, I get very passionate over these things.
I kept saying to myself 'Right, after my singing lesson, I'll go and blog."
Before I know it, it's 9:30 and Laura says "Oh, I just read your blog."
And I remember that 3 hours ago I had planned to write a post.
I love Friday evening singing lessons with my Dad :) After evil warm ups we bang through the same exam stuff, and then we end up with some Sweeeeeeeeney, and JRB, and always Light in the Piazza :D
Well, actually Grade 8 does include The Last 5 Years and Sweeney, so we get double the amount of JRB and Sweeeeeney in our lessons this year. If the person who wrote the exam syllabus happens to, by some strange coincidence, be reading this, I love you.
But I come out of my lessons exhausted and desperately in need of a drink. Especially tonight since we haven't had a proper lesson since before the BTEC Panto :O
EVIL LASAGNE!
Ohh, panto days :D
I've just been distracted for at least 10 minutes by 2 different MSN conversations.
Twas worth it though, they're both lovely, it's only Blogger I keep waiting.
I don't think it's too bothered.
It's my birthday 2 weeks today!
I don't know why I even put the exclamation mark, for I'm not exclaiming, in fact, I'm not really that excited about turning one year older.
I have no idea what I would like, or what I want to do, much to the frustration of my parents.
PLUS, on that day, I have our PHYSICS MOCK!!!! AND I HATE AND CANNOT DO PHYSICS!?!?!?!
So, it looks like the only definate present I'll be getting this year is a big fat D from Mr Carter.
As my brother would say, oh joy.
Join me in my prayers for a snow day on Monday please, fellow bloggers.
Before I know it, it's 9:30 and Laura says "Oh, I just read your blog."
And I remember that 3 hours ago I had planned to write a post.
I love Friday evening singing lessons with my Dad :) After evil warm ups we bang through the same exam stuff, and then we end up with some Sweeeeeeeeney, and JRB, and always Light in the Piazza :D
Well, actually Grade 8 does include The Last 5 Years and Sweeney, so we get double the amount of JRB and Sweeeeeney in our lessons this year. If the person who wrote the exam syllabus happens to, by some strange coincidence, be reading this, I love you.
But I come out of my lessons exhausted and desperately in need of a drink. Especially tonight since we haven't had a proper lesson since before the BTEC Panto :O
EVIL LASAGNE!
Ohh, panto days :D
I've just been distracted for at least 10 minutes by 2 different MSN conversations.
Twas worth it though, they're both lovely, it's only Blogger I keep waiting.
I don't think it's too bothered.
It's my birthday 2 weeks today!
I don't know why I even put the exclamation mark, for I'm not exclaiming, in fact, I'm not really that excited about turning one year older.
I have no idea what I would like, or what I want to do, much to the frustration of my parents.
PLUS, on that day, I have our PHYSICS MOCK!!!! AND I HATE AND CANNOT DO PHYSICS!?!?!?!
So, it looks like the only definate present I'll be getting this year is a big fat D from Mr Carter.
As my brother would say, oh joy.
Join me in my prayers for a snow day on Monday please, fellow bloggers.
Thursday, 7 January 2010
Who'd have thought that love could be so caffienated?
Why oh why when I post an innocent comment on someone's blog does it make me do one of those strange spam check things?!?!? Does it not trust me?! Does it just not like me?!?!?!
I hate those. It takes me at least half an hour to decipher the letters and type them in correctly.
I have a massive bruise on my leg, and I have no idea how I did it.
It's SOO cold!!! I took a stroll up to He Come Chippy at lunch (sadly I only encountered Abbi on the way back. Tis a rare occasion when we don't go together...), and made the mistake of not putting my gloves on.
What a fool.
Ellen has just asked me for the address of this very blog. Hi Ellen.
Not much to report on today really, History is now history, the Chemistry mock has made me lose faith in my revision skills, English was basically a free (it was one of those where you're supposed to be planning a speaking and listening, know what i mean?), and Graphics was as bizarre and exciting as ever. I believed Abbi actually blogged live from that very lesson?
Rebel with a beret, indeed.
She's sent me all crazy for Taylor Swift again :) T-Swizzle a ha, the secret violent maniac who follows her exes and crushes around throwing rocks at them.
I wish I could write songs like that.
And today's post title? Youtube a song called Taylor the Latte Boy, sung by Kristin Chenoworth (GLINDAAAAAA! from Wicked)
Tis HILARIOUS.
I hate those. It takes me at least half an hour to decipher the letters and type them in correctly.
I have a massive bruise on my leg, and I have no idea how I did it.
It's SOO cold!!! I took a stroll up to He Come Chippy at lunch (sadly I only encountered Abbi on the way back. Tis a rare occasion when we don't go together...), and made the mistake of not putting my gloves on.
What a fool.
Ellen has just asked me for the address of this very blog. Hi Ellen.
Not much to report on today really, History is now history, the Chemistry mock has made me lose faith in my revision skills, English was basically a free (it was one of those where you're supposed to be planning a speaking and listening, know what i mean?), and Graphics was as bizarre and exciting as ever. I believed Abbi actually blogged live from that very lesson?
Rebel with a beret, indeed.
She's sent me all crazy for Taylor Swift again :) T-Swizzle a ha, the secret violent maniac who follows her exes and crushes around throwing rocks at them.
I wish I could write songs like that.
And today's post title? Youtube a song called Taylor the Latte Boy, sung by Kristin Chenoworth (GLINDAAAAAA! from Wicked)
Tis HILARIOUS.
Wednesday, 6 January 2010
When in doubt, watch the Christmas present.
We've been back 2 days, and already I'm exhausted and fed up and altogether eurghhhhhh. Yup, the rest of this year looks fun :/
Oh my Todd, I'm such a pessimist, but I blame my darling father for that. Always preparing for the worst. In this sort of weather he goes on what my Mum calls 'snow watch' and gets all anxious and spends half of his time staring out the window and the other half staring at the Met Office website.
Which brings me to another topic. WHY DID WE HAVE TO GO IN TODAY?!?!?! Ohhhhhh.
My brother gets the taxi to his school, and they refused to take him, and my Dad's school rang up at some ridiculous time because all the schools in Northampton had basically shut. In fact, all the surrounding counties ground to a halt apart from little old Leicestershire, grrrrrrrr moan moan moan.
ANYWAY.
So, we're back at the wondrous place they call Lutterworth College. *half hearted cheer*
In fact, today quite a momentous occasion took place period 1, as the graphics crew (or, in fact, just Abbi, Ellen and myself) actually handed in our coursework. All the lessons of pure madness over the past year and a bit spent together; if this was Doctor Who they'd advertise it as the beginning of the end (as they so often do). Gradually through the weeks(and, ha, I mean gradually :P) we built up little folders of 'work' which today we handed in. I'll miss those lessons in June. They're one of the highlights of my week.
In fact, Ellen reminded me today that after we leave year 11, we won't have any lessons together anymore, and we've seen each other pretty much every day since year 7.
Ohh, how times change.
I'd like to dedicate the final part of tonight's moan....erm, i mean blog post, to our favourite Sibelius Shepherd (yes, Abbi, she has a BTEC in shepherding), the wonderful Laura, who is so completely insane and dedicated to the asylum that is the Choir, she's writing out the entire Poulenc (or Plonk) Gloria so we actually know what we're doing. What a STAR.
Laura, post those breakfast time lyrics, you know, the convo between the soprano and alto :D
Gloria in excelsis deo, he come, readers.
Oh my Todd, I'm such a pessimist, but I blame my darling father for that. Always preparing for the worst. In this sort of weather he goes on what my Mum calls 'snow watch' and gets all anxious and spends half of his time staring out the window and the other half staring at the Met Office website.
Which brings me to another topic. WHY DID WE HAVE TO GO IN TODAY?!?!?! Ohhhhhh.
My brother gets the taxi to his school, and they refused to take him, and my Dad's school rang up at some ridiculous time because all the schools in Northampton had basically shut. In fact, all the surrounding counties ground to a halt apart from little old Leicestershire, grrrrrrrr moan moan moan.
ANYWAY.
So, we're back at the wondrous place they call Lutterworth College. *half hearted cheer*
In fact, today quite a momentous occasion took place period 1, as the graphics crew (or, in fact, just Abbi, Ellen and myself) actually handed in our coursework. All the lessons of pure madness over the past year and a bit spent together; if this was Doctor Who they'd advertise it as the beginning of the end (as they so often do). Gradually through the weeks(and, ha, I mean gradually :P) we built up little folders of 'work' which today we handed in. I'll miss those lessons in June. They're one of the highlights of my week.
In fact, Ellen reminded me today that after we leave year 11, we won't have any lessons together anymore, and we've seen each other pretty much every day since year 7.
Ohh, how times change.
I'd like to dedicate the final part of tonight's moan....erm, i mean blog post, to our favourite Sibelius Shepherd (yes, Abbi, she has a BTEC in shepherding), the wonderful Laura, who is so completely insane and dedicated to the asylum that is the Choir, she's writing out the entire Poulenc (or Plonk) Gloria so we actually know what we're doing. What a STAR.
Laura, post those breakfast time lyrics, you know, the convo between the soprano and alto :D
Gloria in excelsis deo, he come, readers.
Monday, 4 January 2010
Back to school. No. Noooo. NOOOOOOO.
Why do these holidays go SOOO stupidly quick? The injustice of it all.
So today was our last day of freedom, and I had it to myself since my Dad had a training day at his school, my brother went back today, and My Mum has been back at work for a while now anyway. So I dragged myself onto the bus and went into Harborough accompanied by Belle and Sebastian, Elliot Minor, The Smiths and Muse (unfortunately not in person, just on the ol' Blackberry).
I'd vowed to 'lose my gingerbread latte virginity' today, but Starbucks told me that they'd stopped serving them on the 1st. PAH. So I sat down with a 'normal' latte which was heavenly enough, and once I was full of caffienated goodness, I bounded up to the music shop where I get all my lovely musical supplies from. There I spied a few basses, and almost paid an obscene amount of money for a little book I've been looking for for ages; I almost fainted when I was told the price, twas rather ridiculous..
So I wandered round a little more and visited several more little shops, and felt sorry for the nice shops that were closing, and then found the answer to all my composition prayers in the form of an AMAZING music theory guide in Waterstones. (ohhh, I'm sad.) Now I'll actually be able to understand half of what I write.
After investing in some folders to hold the little amount of revision notes I'll actually do, I realised I still had a while before I could get home, so I wandered over to Costa, where the barista (wahey, look at me with all the coffee lingo) proudly told me they wouldn't be out of gingerbread lattes till at least next Christmas because they had so much syrup stuff, and then went on into how amazing they were and how they make them etc etc
I wasn't really that bothered. I just wanted to know what all the fuss was about.
But, oh my absolute Todd, I can understand this manic obsession over them.
It was gooooooood. Goooooooood with even more ooos. I have a feeling I'll be seeing a little more of that place.
Then I went home. And watched Shrek. And then sat at the piano for the rest of the day singing and the like, except the heating in that room is non-existent, so I got cold.
This was followed by 2 consecutive visits to the post office, because I'm a fool and forgot what I needed the first time I went.
I have no idea what else to write, so I'll waffle because I have nothing better to do.
This is purely to put off the depressing business of sorting out my school stuff.
*5 minutes later, still staring blankly at the screen, no waffling achieved*
Okay, I think I'm going now.
So today was our last day of freedom, and I had it to myself since my Dad had a training day at his school, my brother went back today, and My Mum has been back at work for a while now anyway. So I dragged myself onto the bus and went into Harborough accompanied by Belle and Sebastian, Elliot Minor, The Smiths and Muse (unfortunately not in person, just on the ol' Blackberry).
I'd vowed to 'lose my gingerbread latte virginity' today, but Starbucks told me that they'd stopped serving them on the 1st. PAH. So I sat down with a 'normal' latte which was heavenly enough, and once I was full of caffienated goodness, I bounded up to the music shop where I get all my lovely musical supplies from. There I spied a few basses, and almost paid an obscene amount of money for a little book I've been looking for for ages; I almost fainted when I was told the price, twas rather ridiculous..
So I wandered round a little more and visited several more little shops, and felt sorry for the nice shops that were closing, and then found the answer to all my composition prayers in the form of an AMAZING music theory guide in Waterstones. (ohhh, I'm sad.) Now I'll actually be able to understand half of what I write.
After investing in some folders to hold the little amount of revision notes I'll actually do, I realised I still had a while before I could get home, so I wandered over to Costa, where the barista (wahey, look at me with all the coffee lingo) proudly told me they wouldn't be out of gingerbread lattes till at least next Christmas because they had so much syrup stuff, and then went on into how amazing they were and how they make them etc etc
I wasn't really that bothered. I just wanted to know what all the fuss was about.
But, oh my absolute Todd, I can understand this manic obsession over them.
It was gooooooood. Goooooooood with even more ooos. I have a feeling I'll be seeing a little more of that place.
Then I went home. And watched Shrek. And then sat at the piano for the rest of the day singing and the like, except the heating in that room is non-existent, so I got cold.
This was followed by 2 consecutive visits to the post office, because I'm a fool and forgot what I needed the first time I went.
I have no idea what else to write, so I'll waffle because I have nothing better to do.
This is purely to put off the depressing business of sorting out my school stuff.
*5 minutes later, still staring blankly at the screen, no waffling achieved*
Okay, I think I'm going now.
Sunday, 3 January 2010
It hasn't happened since the last time it did it.
I didn't FORGET to post yesterday. I have a reasonable excuse as to why I didn't.
I was actually reading other blogs when all of a sudden my computer decided to die and completely freeze. So I pulled a few plugs out and hit it a few times, still with no luck, so I did what all computer users do when the going gets tough....CONTROL, ALT, DELETE.
When that too failed, I ran downstairs with the ol' machine and took it to the awesome king of music that just happens to be my Dad (I love him, he's a genius and completely insane), and he ripped the battery out, and now it's okay :)
By then I couldn't really be bothered to do a lot more on it, so I relocated to my ipod touch and sat on Facebook forever and ever, amen.
So yeah, yesterday I did ACTUALLY get a load of Chemistry revision done, but I also realised how much else I should've done, eurghhhhhh. OH WELL. I've had my fun these past 2 weeks :)
Today Laura came round, and lots of musical stuff happened, even more MUSE-ical stuff happened, and she introduced me to the wonderful if slightly bizarre and unnerving world of voice recognition on the computer (next. next. NEXT. matt).
WOAH, 4 followers?! I feel almost popular.
It doesn't feel like Sunday at all today.
Tomorrow, tis our last day of freedom. Mine shall be spent sitting in Starbucks not doing an awful lot, before studying the many things I cannot afford in Harborough's many shops. I say many, but really all the good ones have gone now. Stupid credit crunch.
I'd forgotten what an amazing band Belle and Sebastian are :) Scottish indie. Bit of a departure from American theatre/jazz. Yep.
Goodbye until tomorrow....
I was actually reading other blogs when all of a sudden my computer decided to die and completely freeze. So I pulled a few plugs out and hit it a few times, still with no luck, so I did what all computer users do when the going gets tough....CONTROL, ALT, DELETE.
When that too failed, I ran downstairs with the ol' machine and took it to the awesome king of music that just happens to be my Dad (I love him, he's a genius and completely insane), and he ripped the battery out, and now it's okay :)
By then I couldn't really be bothered to do a lot more on it, so I relocated to my ipod touch and sat on Facebook forever and ever, amen.
So yeah, yesterday I did ACTUALLY get a load of Chemistry revision done, but I also realised how much else I should've done, eurghhhhhh. OH WELL. I've had my fun these past 2 weeks :)
Today Laura came round, and lots of musical stuff happened, even more MUSE-ical stuff happened, and she introduced me to the wonderful if slightly bizarre and unnerving world of voice recognition on the computer (next. next. NEXT. matt).
WOAH, 4 followers?! I feel almost popular.
It doesn't feel like Sunday at all today.
Tomorrow, tis our last day of freedom. Mine shall be spent sitting in Starbucks not doing an awful lot, before studying the many things I cannot afford in Harborough's many shops. I say many, but really all the good ones have gone now. Stupid credit crunch.
I'd forgotten what an amazing band Belle and Sebastian are :) Scottish indie. Bit of a departure from American theatre/jazz. Yep.
Goodbye until tomorrow....
Friday, 1 January 2010
1 down, 364 to go.
Eurgh. Boredom. We had EVEN MORE relatives over today, and they've only just left.
Highlights include my brother being beaten on the Wii by my 6 year old cousin, and the rest of us partaking in a game of Chocolate Russian Roulette - you spin the spinner thing, take your chocolate, and pray that isn't the one with a super hot chili inside. Slight panic ensued when we discovered my very pregnant auntie had lost and was quite overwhelmed by the chili-ness (we didn't really want to induce labour you know, she's still got another month to go), but all was okay. Everything was solved in a game of Trivial Pursuit via iPod touches.
And then we had Dr Who, which I haven't been a great fan of recently, because it's all become a little bit strange and ridiculous if you ask me.
The highlight was my wonderful father strolling in during a really poignant scene with the sad music they use (you know the sort with the REALLY high singer?), and exclaiming 'Wow, David Tennant's got a high voice.'
Oh, that made my day.
Once again I ate too much. What's new, though?
Tomorrow, I WILL revise. I WILL REVISE.
*sheepish expreesion*
Night...
Highlights include my brother being beaten on the Wii by my 6 year old cousin, and the rest of us partaking in a game of Chocolate Russian Roulette - you spin the spinner thing, take your chocolate, and pray that isn't the one with a super hot chili inside. Slight panic ensued when we discovered my very pregnant auntie had lost and was quite overwhelmed by the chili-ness (we didn't really want to induce labour you know, she's still got another month to go), but all was okay. Everything was solved in a game of Trivial Pursuit via iPod touches.
And then we had Dr Who, which I haven't been a great fan of recently, because it's all become a little bit strange and ridiculous if you ask me.
The highlight was my wonderful father strolling in during a really poignant scene with the sad music they use (you know the sort with the REALLY high singer?), and exclaiming 'Wow, David Tennant's got a high voice.'
Oh, that made my day.
Once again I ate too much. What's new, though?
Tomorrow, I WILL revise. I WILL REVISE.
*sheepish expreesion*
Night...
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