"I need a more neutral name" "How about Joey Switzerland?"

Today has been a GOOD day, fellow bloggers :)

You ask me why, I tell you I don't have a clue. And the cynical idiot inside of me is just waiting for something bad to happen to make up for it.

I have pen on my arm and I have no idea how it got there.

But yeahhhh :) Just random lovely moments throughout the day all added together to make me feel rather AWESOME.

That's such a good word.

I have to say, SO many people have come up behind me and scared me today though, I think 64% of the attempts were unintentional, but still...

Today I have felt SO loved.
Whether it's sending emails with bad English to English teachers in form, accidentally headbutting innocent bystanders (sorry Stephen :P), getting kidnapped and dragged away by crazy people (cough Hayley cough), bizarre Physics lessons and doing drugs in RE....NOT like that....
There's nothing quite like hearing the voice of the Barstow booming TAYLORRRRRRRRR from the top of the music tower to make you feel special, or, now I come to it, the entire alto section getting regular compliments from Mr Dr ("It's nice to be able to hear the alto section..." - PAH! It made us feel special, but hardly in a confidence-boosting way...).

It's like singing opera with your Dad, who then proceeds to put the 2008 GCSE Music exam CD accidentally into his iTunes, and therefore onto his iTodd. HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Plus, it's also rather AWESOME to sit back down on the bus, dig out your Blackberry and find a message that reads 'BETH WE LOVE YOU.'
Ellingwoof, Laura etc. Lol at your AWESOMEness.
Within 10 minutes I'd planned to build Huncote 2.0, via text. Ohhhhh yes.

I'd just like to take this opportunity to be awfully cliche (with an accent on the e cos I can't remember how to put them in), and to thank every single person who has made me smile in some way today. I'm so happy, even if I don't know why and it's plain odd.

I love you all you INSANE people :)

So I drank 1, it became 4, and when I fell on the floor I drank morrrree...

This lack of blogging from me is rather shocking.

I haven't forgotten about it, I still read everyone elses.

I found this quote earlier in the book I'm reading at the moment, and it seems to sum up my (cynical) views on life right now:

"The trees have inquisitive eyes, don't they? And the river says, - 'Why do you trouble me with your looks?' And you seem to see numbers of tomorrows just all in a line, the first of them biggest and clearest, the others getting smaller and smaller as they stand farther away; but they all seem very fierce and cruel and as if they said 'I'm coming! Beware of me!'
But you, you can raise up dreams with your music, and drive all such horrid fancies away..."

Twas probably the most thought-provoking passage I have ever read.

To quote Leo Frank in Parade (OHHH JRB :D), I have nothing more to say to you.

Everything about you is so easy to love...

Well, that was a rubbish day (with a fairly nice ending).

I'll cut out the rubbish - i.e. PE, french, Physics exam (which I have absolutely failed, no question, twas awful and made me cry inside).

Music was...interesting. We had to put up with 'lack of piano' (Nick: "That sounds like a syndrome!"), and I ended up teaching Ellingwoof more guitar chords, and she finally gave me a hard copy of her WONDERFUL poem, and it is now on my wall next to Ellen's cartoon. (I really used a lot of 'ands' there)

There are times when I feel utterly BLESSED to be able to count such incredible people as friends.

Concert Band kidnapped me, which was fun (optional bass notes! MAMBO! saliva!) and then there was the exam which we will speak no more of.

HAHA at Glee tonight, they had Queen music AND KRISTIN CHENOWORTH, I LOVE her!!!! Actually brilliant, she is.

Tomorrow is Mentoring Day, and by my calculations I'll get about a 15 minute lie in. Pah.
At least I get the appointment over and done with, meaning I can go into town and replace my bass strings...

That was the problem, I've only had the bass a week, and the E string is literally about to snap according to my Dad's student! PAHH!

So much for buying shop demo basses.

She smiles because it's understood, there are no words to say.

Well, look at that. The weekend is over already. Tomorrow is Monday, and it already looks bad.
Trampolining first thing, then French, then Music (which I'm sure will be the highlight :D) then Physics exam (oh dear Lord).

But, today? Welllll, it took me a while to get started on the revision, but once I did I got a surprising amount done, and I'm happier about it than I thought I would be.
I'm still not THAT happy, but there you go, it IS Physics.

OHHHH my Bass has gone all weird on me, it needs readjusting, so my Dad is having to kidnap it so one of his school bass players can have a look. It's sooo irritating. I only just bought it.
I blame myself though, this happened with the last one....maybe I need a less aggressive playing style?...

Haha, spent part of the afternoon reliving the GOOD ol' TV days with my brother - Tots TV, Thomas the Tank Engine, The Wiggles, Barney, you name them...
In particular, our personal favourite was Fun Song Factory. Thank you YouTube for providing us with at least half an hour of 'rofling' (but not lmao-ing, that's obviously physically impossible).

My brother probably has some sort of excuse for this level of immaturity bless him, but I'm just plain weird.
The lyrics are rather amusing though: "The lights are turning red, so we have to stop the car. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP."

Then I sang with my Dad, bless him too. He reckons we both have some kind of psychic link when we perform together, because we both know exactly when the other person is going to slow down or speed up, or do something vaguely clever musically :)

Blogging has become the perfect way to fill up my evenings these days, I have nothing much else to do (even though I probably should be revising or something sensible).

Yeah, that's how it is - blogging, instant noodles, Friends, Glee and Facebook.

And this is the teenage life, my friends.

Oh, better far to live and die!

AHA.
Just got back from the theatre. Love a bit of theatrical goodness.
Especially as tonight it was Gilbert and Sullivan. In short (like me), Victorian light operetta, with a really really stupid, crazy plot.
The funniest part was the average age of the chorus was about 62, and when one of the people said 'Oh! Here comes father! He's not as young as us..."....my Mum and I just looked at each other in an attempt to control the onset of hysterics about to take place. I had visions of a guy with a zimmerframe.

Seriously though, there was a dance with a teddy and a load of policeman on scooters with flashing lights, so I wouldn't have been surprised.

Overall, it was pretty good, and the Royal and Derngate at Northampton where it was at is a great complex, even if we got a bit lost in the upper circle of the Royal and looked a bit foolish...

Not much to say about today, just got through a load of work. But I don't really understand Mr Dr's notes on my music coursework, so I had a bit of an excuse to give up at that point.

My brother's room sounds like the TARDIS, I have no idea what is going on.

OH! FOR CRYING OUT LOUUUUUUUUUD!
I was supposed to do the lottery today, considering I couldn't last week. So I strolled down to the post office, only to find the queue was pretty much heading out door (and I think the woman dislikes me for no reason, I have a habit of making people not like me for any particular reason at the moment).
My Dad had said "Oh, you can sign up on the internet and do your tickets from there, that'd be easier."
So I thought, "Well, I'll go back and do that then."

I might as well have gone and faced the scary woman behind the till...
I have NEVER had so much trouble setting something up in my LIFE! Not even crazy Lego stuff or jigsaws or anything, and believe me, I'm not a very logical person.

It still refuses to work, and as a result, I still haven't done the lottery. Pah.

Ohhhh well. Tomorrow I have a DELIGHTFUL session of Physics revision planned out for Monday.

Save me.

"I am God, or the Son of Man"...."That's a bit big-headed, Miss"

Acting out the parable of the sheep and goats in RE. Hahaha.
Forget the drama though, I think me trying to DRAW it was probably more entertaining.

TIS FRIDAY! :D

I love Friday evenings, I get home from school and I'm actually able to crash down on the sofa in front of the TV because for once my mother hasn't stolen it. (Well, when I say 'stolen it', she doesn't actually don a balaclava and sneak out of and back into the house just to nick the TV, she just demands the control and sits there forever.)
And then my Dad gets back and we have a load of really really good-for-the-soul-bad-for-the-waistline/arteries food.
Then I have a singing lesson and sing a bit too much, and get all musically-inspired and play piano for years.
And then I sit up here on MSN and watch TV and the like, and there's the WONDERFUL feeling of not having to get up early in the morning :)

It always runs the same. If only the weekends were longer/slower?

Soooo, today...well, missed English and part of Maths to go round Beauchamp. I wanted to hate it, but it was pretty amazing, and I should probably be really happy I've got a place - it's just so difficult. And I'm so indecisive.

I get back to Maths and all of a sudden this strange woman appears at my side shoving simulatenous equations down my throat. No, it wasn't even my teacher, although she is also a strange woman.

I still don't know who she was, maybe she's some weirdo who came in off the street or who got bored on her way back from Morrisons or something.

We then had Physics, our last lesson before the exam :S OH TODD/DOC! I'm so scared. The fact I managed to learn more in 45 minutes through revision than in, what, 6 months, is the reason for my terror.
THEN TO THE MUSIC TOWER! And choir, hoho, have to love it. And a bit of Plonk.
Word on the street is, they're having a little change over of pianos up in the tower? They're getting rid of (one of) the awful pianos!! WOOO!
Nick suggested throwing it down the stairs, to which Mr Dr replied "It's very tempting..."

Then RE, and the title sums that bizarre period up.

Grrr work. I'd forgotten it was Mentoring Day on Tuesday though, looks like I'll be going back to Harborough. In particular for a music hunt and a visit to Costa (lot). I'm meeting with my 'mentor' first thing, so it's not like I even get a lie in...

When it says mentor, I always think of Yoda or something like that. Or like when the panda is learning Kung Fu in Kung Fu Panda. I don't know.
In high school it was 'tutor'. That made more sense to me.

Also forgotten I'm off to the theatre tomorrow night, courtesy of my lovely dad as sort of a late birthday present! AWWWW!
Everybody now, all together.......AWWWWWWWWWW!
It's going to mean a second Saturday down in Northampton (this time at the very lovely Royal and Derngate though - the DMH/Curve of the town), ha, if only it could become a regular weekly thing once again :/

It's been a week since my birthday. I've been 16 for a week.
Time sure flies.

And tomorrow I WILL do the lottery!

Pencilling it in with ink, or, NEVER become a plumber.

Today's post has the distinct honour of having 2 titles. Rather like an old Gilbert and Sullivan operetta.
I promised to quote a rather bizarre conversation with Laura after school, and I also wanted to quote what I said to Ellingwoof during today's insane Graphics lesson.

Graphics was a bit of a haze, all I remember was Mr Mears with strange impressions, screws, nuts, Ellingwoof the plumber, D Block Canteen, and discovering my superhero alter ego is Bethman, according to Ellen and Lord Abraham Oliver Lincoln (it's an Ellen thing). Beth-MAN?!?!?!

I'm pretty fed up now. I'm not in deep depression, or tearing my hair out, I've just got that dull, dragging feeling of utter fedup-ness.

Pah, you know how the little things just get to you and keep on nagging?

Twas the return of the magazine after school, the prospect of more work and the like.
At least we didn't have to attempt to use Photoshop again, eh Prime? :P

My head's spinning and I'm tired and confused.

I HAVE MIKA ON! I'm trying to get myself inspired enough to write something, to keep my mind occupied.

Woah, just went into dream world. I'm (sort of) back now.

GOOD LUCK TO ALL YOU PANTO-LAND PEOPLE ON OPENING NIGHT!!!!
If only I could've come :(

Tomorrow I'm going round Beauchamp College first thing. Should be...interesting. Shame I'm so indecisve; part of me is hoping I hate it so I'm not forced to choose about next year...