I've been running round in circles in my mind.

It's funny (and probably slightly sad) that it's got to the point now where I go through the motions of the day, and at specific highlights my brain goes *DING DING! BLOG MOMENT!* and I decide to blog about it later.

And then it gets to 9:11 and I've forgotten half of them.

One of my dramatical contacts sent me the entire first Glee soundtrack yesterday; I'm now in love with that too, and also very much in debt to the guy (who's playing Link in his school production of Hairspray - HAIRSPRAY!!!! Jealous?!?!?!)

It's so good at lifting my mood, which happens to be quite low at the moment. THEY ACTUALLY DO QUEEN JUSTICE! :)
I wish this year would just hurry itself up.

This week has gone pretty quick though, but I think that's a mixture of exams and other forms of stress :S

Chemistry exam today, hmmmm, the first part made me want to chuck the paper out of the window, but the second part was slightly...*gasp*...reassuring.
I have no idea how I've done there, and I hate exam 'post mortems'.

But it occurred to me during this week's exams how OFF-PUTTING invigilators can be!
For example, when you open the paper and try to make a start, and all of a sudden an invigilator armed with a clipboard is towering over you making notes...
I GET SO SELF-CONSCIOUS!

I think invigilator is quite a scary job title actually. It makes me think of 'terminator' or 'crusher' or something. Don't get me wrong, I know an invigilator from my village, and she's a lovely person, but the word still scares me.

I have so much on my mind right now, and I feel like I'm running out of time, even though I keep WANTING to run out of time because this year is evil.
Everything is SO complicated!

Oh well, tomorrow is Thursday, which means chippy day, which means chips and also it means it's nearly Friday, which means it's nearly the weekend.

Oh, shut up Taylor you utter fool.

*BANG!*....the only thing to do is run.

Mondays are always so rushed and busy for me. I have no idea why. I just always end up exhausted for no reason at the end of them.

Each school night I vow to go to bed a little earlier, and then I don't, and then the next morning I hate myself.

First thing was spent in the 'fitness suite' (pah, it's like 2 broken treadmills, a few weights and a CD player) with Hayley, and WOAH did we come up with the most spontaneous, impromptu, inspired proposal in the history of ideas....
Then French. Grr to that.
Then MUSIC! HAHAHA! Stuck with Abbi and Taz in the secret practice room, rewriting classics and in Taz's case, breaking stuff (like the ceiling and himself).

Ellingwoof, you should know I had Hey Stephen stuck in my head all afternoon.
Twas quite a bizarre soundtrack to my....BIOLOGY EXAM.
It didn't go TOO badly actually (hope I'm not jinxing myself here)....even if it didn't start till 20 minutes after it should've done - the exam board messed it up and didn't send enough papers, so they had to get some photocopied.

We go to all the trouble of panicking and revising, and what do those pompous idiots at OCR do?! WASTE 20 MINUTES OF MY PRECIOUS TIME!
I think THEY should retake their Maths GCSE. They obviously can't count.

I have a Pot Noodle calling me downstairs.

I'm actually killing time here before Glee. I have nothing else to do (of any great importance).

GRR! Distractions! I was just about to type something, then I thought my phone had gone off, so I got up to see (it's the other side of the room on charge), and it hadn't, and I came back and forgot what I was doing.

I should really put my specs back on (I have no idea why they're off). Even if I can see better without them. For the moment.

The scariest text of the month has just come through:
'Go check your email and see your contract bill for the month. Pay it. Or else. Love from Orange'
Better go and break it to my father then....

I need another weekend.

OHHHHHH dear. Argh at the past 2 days.
Pretty nice end to the Friday; before I knew it I glanced down at my clock to find it was midnght. Isn't it so scary when that happens?!?! Why does time insist on running away with itself?!

The Taylor household then awoke on Saturday morning to find no power was available.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Well, it wasn't all bad, I just went back to sleep at first.
But it still wasn't on at lunch. Hmph.
"Oh well," I thought, "it won't matter that much since I'm off out now, it'll be on later."

So off I went to Northampton, to see all my distant dramatical insane fellow lunatics, and woahhhh have I missed them :) Strange to think every Saturday for 5 years I took the route down there to indulge in 3 hours of insanity, music, and maybe some drama. I LOVE the people, and the shows we did were awesome, but by July I knew I'd never cope this year (and in some ways I'm glad I did leave, the spare time feels great :P) and sadly left, at the same time my Dad left his job at the music service.
Twas a sad time. But we went out with a bang doing The Last 5 Years :D (EEEEK!)
It felt so strange, I haven't been there in at least 6 months, but it felt like I'd never even been away. Some great catch ups, even when meeting people crossing the other way over zebra crossings.
One of my best friends there was talking about her drama school auditions - BSA (coincidentally she knows Ashley Tucker, weird or what?!?!), LAMDA, Mountview, Arts Ed, and RADA that very morning. It's weird thinking that you could take something you love like theatre and go and study it and make a life of it. If I had the guts, it's what I'd do.

I'm waffling here.

Got a front row seat at the dress rehearsal watching the different groups there now. Shame the standard of drama has descended terrifyingly, but oh well.
No musical either. PAH.
But to see Shakespeare recited by people in surf shorts and in front of comical moving flowers was rather incredible.
And a great line in a Macbeth thingy - something about how Lady M should've used Persil to get that damned spot out. HAHAHAHA.

So I spent the afternoon there with my Dad (who wasn't looking forward to seeing his old boss and his old office and all his collegues), and I also went and blew some cash on a GORGEOUS new bass (and the best thing is, I get paid for my old one by my own father :D :D :D) in this amazing little Bohemian music shop.
I even persuaded my Dad to pop into Costa where I once more sampled the delights of a gingerbread latte. Ahhh.

So, everything was wonderful. Or not.

Got back to find the power was still off, and the house was freeeeeeezing. The electricity board were completely useless in explaining anything too.
To cut a long, boring story short, we ended up staying the night at my Grandma's, which was certainly a lot warmer.
But I had to share a room with her.
She is the LOUDEST sleeper on this planet, and as a result, I didn't get any sleep AT ALL.

So now I'm very tired.

The power didn't come back on till 10:30am this morning. PAH! And it took ages for any heat to get in :S

Still, I revised, and finally got my new bass out and stuff.
(Revision = biology exam tomorrow = GULP)

This weekend's lack of power has certainly made me appreciate all the little things I take for granted. That, and seeing all the people affected by the earthquake made me realise just how lucky we are, however difficult we think our problems might be. So I'm going to make a donation at some point, every little helps.

TV night tonight, I've finally caught up with last week's Glee episode, and Lark Rise is on in 7 minutes, what a mix :P

BUT, the worst thing?!?! My first legal weekend (*cough cough* NOT like that) and I can't even go out and buy my first lottery ticket!
I MIGHT'VE WON LIKE, A BILLION POUNDS OR SOMETHING?!?!?!?!?!

I'm expecting an amazing week to make up for all this.

16.

Today, a momentous occasion took place.

Today, I went to Frankie and Bennys and got some of the awesome cheesy garlic bread I've been craving for weeks.

I'm now a LOT richer than I was last night, and I've had an amazing day with some amazing people, and I feel happy and grateful. I got a C in the Physics mock (better than the fat D I was expecting), and a sore arm from a room full of needle-brandishing nurses. Thank you, all.

MAN IN THE MIRROR.

To top it off, I'm one year older, apparently.
And tomorrow, I get to purchase my first lottery ticket. And possiy blow my new-found riches on a brand new bass.
Fun times :D

"What if he actually DOES have a Welsh accent?!" "You'll be inspired."

I've just had the quickest Physics revision session in history. It lasted all of 7 minutes.

In fact, my mother attempted to sabotage such a short session by barging into my lair and questioning me over the workings of Facebook! What cheek!
I blame her for cutting my attempt so short.

Not SUCH a bad day I suppose, last Chemistry lesson before the exam though, which is slightly worth a panic or 2. Triple science = big mistake.

Graphics was a larrrf once again, we had a little photoshoot for the evaluation, and then Ellingwoof (I MENTIONED YOU AGAIN!) delivered my early birthday present (which was truly beautiful even if she'll never see me in a dress) and the rest of my (AWESOME!) Christmas present :P Haha, bless her heart and soul.

I believe I might just fall asleep and land on the keyboard in a minute.

Tomorrow, I'm legal.
I can legally do the lottery, that is. Dirty minds indeed.

Have you ever lived in the jungle, Miss?

I think that quote from History last lesson today would make an excellent opening line for a book.
Not that I write books, I just stick to music.
Although I'm on the verge of packing in the songwriting thing and turning to other forms of composition - my latest musical splurges are weiiiiirrd and don't make a great deal of sense (agreed Ellingwoof?).

Physics doesn't make a great deal of sense either. It could be a whole other language for all I care.
Talking of other languages, I survived that French mock thing. Ha. Hahaha.
*Hysterical laughter at the mention of such a subject*
In fact, I managed to demonstrate my ability to swiftly (ha, swift, Ellingwoof) switch languages halfway through an answer when I started mixing English and French:
"Je voudrais aller a New York...again."
"AGAIN?!?!?!"
"Erm, NON, erm OUI, erm...."
Somehow don't think it would've earned me any more marks. Talk about AWKWARD. Luckily I think she thought it was vaguely amusing.
Also, everything I described was either fantastic, useful, different or big.
I have SUCH an extensive vocabulary.

OHHH dear. But it is OVER! Now the sciences to battle...

Actually, now Biology and Chemistry to revise and Physics to actually learn.

It's my Dad's birthday today, bless him! And we have cake. Chocolate cake. MWAHAHAHAHA!

So, I'm off to go enjoy myself and get fatter.
After tonight, I'll only be 15 one more day.
And when I sing Fifteen by the other Taylor, it'll be in the past tense. Because I won't be 15 anymore.
Waffle.

What is it about basses that is SO funny?

I've just been down the pub, and no, I'm not drunk, I'm just spending my evening getting super high on caffienated items.
It's called a 'it's-the-night-before-the-French-speaking-mock-I've-given-up-revising-for-even-though-I'm-dreading-it-so-I'll-pretend-it's-not-there' night.
Had one?
Thing is, I won't be able to sleep until some ridiculous time, and when the time comes for Mr Dr to kick me out of Music and into the torture chamber/Bandenberg office of speaking exam doom tomorrow morn, I'll be regretting these caffiene-related actions here.

To be fair, I wasn't even intending on heading down the ol' public house (we were supposed to go tomorrow as my Dad turns officially half a century....bless his heart and soul :D) and I HAD set up all my revision stuff, and I said to my Mum 'Look, I'm revising' and she said 'PAH, it's just a mock' and I said 'BUT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND MY PAIN!'
I bet you're all thinking 'Ohhh for Todd's sake, it's only a mock, idiot', but it's the WORST mock, because it's like SPEAKING, in FRENCH! NOTICE THE USE OF CAPS LOCK HERE, PEOPLE!!!!
And when I put my pain into Facebook status form, people started 'liking' it. They clicked their little like buttons.
WHY DO YOU 'LIKE' MY PAIN?!?!?!?!

I can't believe I've dedicated half my post to such an evil matter.
You wait till the REAL one comes around, I might just hibernate for a while.
And then they'll take me to a padded cell afterwards.

I've had a rubbish day today. Just one of those days where you feel awful. Stress, stress, frustration, getting irritated at the slightest thing, stress and feeling altogther down and ILL.

Oh, the woes of being a teenager.

I don't believe choir can get anymore bizarre. I swore Mr Dr was on the verge of chasing that certain poor man around the music block. He's a nice guy is the Doc, but if you want choir recruits, you don't necessarily have to pounce on the first person to walk through the door.
He only came to see Sarah Who.
Gloria, gloria, augmented 4ths, evil nonsense, illogical stuff.
Then MAN IN THE MIRROR - OOO.
I used to think the tenor section were troublesome enough, but those basses are pretty unruly (that's such a good word). Ellingwoof, if WE were basses (because apparently I'm a man), we'd rule it.
They always get the best lines! 'That's why I want you to knowwww'....
And, the all time favourite...HE COMMMMMMMME.

I don't get why people think I'm so masculine. It's a bit unfair.

RIGHT, no more procrastinating, I'll be heading back to that revision now!!
*proudly marches away*
*stops mid-march*
*runs away*
*cowers in the corner*

If I don't blog tomorrow night, they obviously carted me away a little earlier than planned.