I want to be a newspaper taxi driver.

Awwww, I'm in a warm, happy, content mood; I've just watched Father of the Bride for the 177th time, and it doesn't matter that it's old and INCREDIBLEY cheesy, it never fails to make me smile and feel all fuzzy inside :')

I am a hopeless romantic, after all.

Today I woke up and decided that I wanted to make the day productive instead of lying around in bed, so mother and I descended on my town of birth, Kettering. What a charming place...
Mehh, we went to Costa (where they basically threw one of their loyalty card things at us, fun times), and then I had THE most unsuccessful shopping trip of my life.
Part of the reason for our descent was to invest in something decent for me to wear to this whole interview thing on Thursday, but since I'm so incredibley indecisive anyway, and since mother and I NEVER agree on anything, it pretty much came to nothing.

OH WELL.

Then we ACTUALLY went to Specsavers in Harborough, and now I have an appointment in a few weeks to check out these strange eyes of mine, since nowadays I can see better without my specs, and I'm sure that can't be right.

We returned home, and I spent pretty much the rest of the afternoon being musical. I worked on a demo for Hayley and the band, and it's just over 5 minutes long, so it's the longest thing I've ever written. I then felt I should repay Ellingwoof for her musical donations and general amazingness in recent times, so I conjured up a little musical something for her too, which I think/hope she enjoyed ;)
My brother then told me he was making a podcast with his friend and they wanted theme music, so I went on Sibelius and came up with something completely operatic and stupid, which he found REALLY funny.

Makes a change, usually he'd just shout at me for being an idiot, but today he was actually willing to accept my odd self and my odd-er creations.

My memory stick is being IMPOSSIBLE, so I can't put the demo here and send it to you Hayley, this makes me sad.

I think Ellen is just about to explode because Juliette doesn't know who Dusty Springfield is. This is like Lord Oli and Rule the World ALLLLLL over again.

Tomorrow is Mother's Day. OH LORDY. This means I have to be vaguely sociable again.

Ellen has virtual tears.

My head hurts.

You know when one of my blogs is about to finish, because I start spouting random quotes about whatever happens to flash up in my mind or whatever is happening in my vicinity.

Hmph, that was unusually short for a Saturday.

Guess what? Don't listen to Marina, I AM a robot.

Aw, I love Ireland :) Someone take me back!

Don't quite understand what happened to the last 5 days, once again I blinked and missed them it seems....

2 weeks today it's Easter! What a BEAUTIFUL thought :) For once I don't feel like I'm in such a dull place - I have a job interview next week, got some REALLY surprising exam results, I'm engaged, I have my first work-free weekend in a year, and Hallam is sending me the FULL conductor scores for The Last 5 Years, Wicked, West Side Story....

Wow, he must really love me. (Evita moment, Ellingwoof)

This job interview is the news I'm most excited about :) They don't need me in the theatre part (sigh), but they've called me for interview next Thursday for a position in the ACTUAL hotel restaurant :O
POSH TIMES.

What else happened this week? Not a lot, I don't think. In Graphics we almost collapsed with laughter because poor ol' Lord Oli Abraham Emery thought Rule the World was by The Beatles....well, Abbi March Ellingwoof, Burty and myself almost didn't recover....

This links nicely to the next generic section of my Friday post: CHOIR TIMES.
I know every week I say 'ohh it was so bizarre we did this blah de blah insanity', but today it really WAS.
Mr Dr is SO stuck for repertoire, he chose this arrangement of Teddy Bear's Picnic where the basses (who always get the best lines!) get to go 'HAVE A BANANA'. Well, it's been quite a while since I last fell on the floor with amusement. Thanks for that, Ellingwoof...
As Ellen pointed out, the person who did the arrangement is ALSO alto-ist; what does everyone have against us?!?!?! Everyone always picks on the minorities.
In fact, Ellingwoof, Juliette (who stole the internet), Taz and I rewrote Man in the Mirror as our ARM (alto rights movement, led by Burty) anthem. I'd post the lyrics but Juliette has them...

So anyway, we're all singing this scary arrangement (marked 'mischieviously', no lie), and just to prove the scariness, Scott walked in halfway through and his face was an absolute picture at what he was hearing.
Mr Dr asked if we wanted to continue with it. No one wanted to. No surprise, really, I'll have nightmares...
Then we did Rule the World, where the altos get the melody of the chorus and frequent oo-ing. Flippin' heck.
I can't look at Ellingwoof at ALL when we do it.

Earlier I accidentally punched a wall (it was dark!) and now my hand REALLY hurts and it's all red and ouchful.
My Dad asked me what I was doing assaulting the walls of his house, and then said he blamed my friends for being such bad influences :')

I have The Beatles on. I've always appreciated them, but never really been a huge fan, until last weekend where my brother threw his entire collection at me so I could put them into iTunes. Some of their crazier stuff is GREAT :D

Join the All at Sea group on Facebook if you haven't already! 50 members in 24 hours, INSANE considering we haven't even done anything :)

This week, it's been exactly a year since Sweeeeeeeeeeney. Scary times.

But not as scary as that Teddy Bear's Picnic arrangement *shivers*....

High time we took a stand, shook up the views of the common man....

Just a quick, shameless plug for now...

A month or so back, the wonderful Hayley asked me if I would form a band with her, which sounded like a damn brilliant idea, so I did and we recruited the lovely Hannah (Skidmore) as our guitarist :)
A drummer, drummer/keyboarder and sort of other drummer later, we became the electro-acoustic Muse/Smiths inspired trio 'All at Sea'.
Hayley and I have already written some stuff and it's been GREAT fun, and now we're actually planning real-life gigs and other things that bands do...

All At Sea. Join our Facebook group so we can endlessly bother you about the amazing wonders we get up to (when we actually get round to doing anything).

Expect a proper post tomorrow, dear bloggers.

Put it in the wash. It'll be grand.

If I knew what was good for me, I'd be doing a spot of RE revision now.

But then again, if I knew what was good for me, I wouldn't be stuffing my unkept face with evil sugary/fatty items so much and I'd be down the gym thrice a week. I'd also blog a little more and wear my heart on my sleeve a little less.

I said thrice :')

In conclusion, I haven't the foggiest what is good for me since so many people spend their lives dictating to us what is, so I'll probably leave my spot of revision till the advert break in Friends or something while I wait.

Erm, today is Monday blah blah, PE and trampolining (HAHAHA, the Tramp Factor) blah blah, French blehhh, Music practical *sound of a record scratching to a halt*

I have to just pause here to say that the cover of Ob La Di Ob La Da (by The Beatles, PLEASE say you know what we mean?!?!?!) that Ellen and I did was actually incredible. Me attempting guitar, Ellen on lyrics. We even started to get Ellingwoof on mouth percussion.
Yep, we're going to be the new Youtube sensation...eventually...
And Ellingwoof, I've just put I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing on :') (I'm in a soppy, romantic slush mood).
Imagine there is a large paragraph here ranting about how crazy it is that no one seems to know Ob La Di Ob La Da and how disgusting it is that the BBC put it at the top of their worst songs list. PAH. I'm not feeling up for a rant right now. For once.

So yeah, lunch was interesting, our 'secret society' meeting followed by an impromptu performance by Scott and myself of our duet :)
But kids, seriously, the finest advice this Taylor will ever give you is to download sheet music legally and IN THE CORRECT KEY THE FIRST TIME ROUND. I learnt this the hard way, and now have to bash my way through 7 sharps every time. It's painful.
Bring on that backing track.

I have a stonking cold (again), so I'm sitting here in my crazy slipper socks (complete with pom poms) and in my comfy, warm, straight-off-the-radiator music hoodie :) Then I'll pig out a little later in time for Friends and Glee (EEK), that'll cheer me up :)

This was an odd post (well, they all are), but the lack of posting made me feel strangely guilty. I don't know it was possible to feel so emotionally attached to a website.

EDIT: Burty has in fact corrected me by saying that it wasn't actually the BBC who put the song at the top, it was a poll. That doesn't make it any better, but pah, sorry BBC people.

We are both one tree.

Dearest Ellingwoof gave me the new Marina and the Diamonds album, and it's SOO good! I was really surprised, I didn't think I'd like it that much, but it's so fresh and different, it just makes me go EEEEK :D

What's this?! A whole week without posting?! Outrageous.

Quick blast through the week then...
Had the De Mont 'gig' on Sunday with the crazed choir lot ;) Twas a really fun day, actually :) My personal highlight was when we all performed Man in the Mirror in the middle of the Garden Suite and we got strange looks from the other choirs :')
THEY'RE JUST JEALOUS OF THE AWESOMENESS.
HAHAHA, we even filmed our first music videos on Tuesday (thanks for that, Mr Dr). Okay, so they weren't quite as exciting or memorable as, I dunno, Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody video, and the dance wasn't quite Single Ladies, but that won't be the point when we next appear on MTV...
Now we're all planning an excursion to Pizza Hut during Easter I think, which would be amazing. I still vote that we order everything musically. They wouldn't be expecting that.
I wonder how long we'll manage to stay in the restaurant before we get kicked out?

So the week went by, there's nothing THAT interesting to mention. I'll refrain from mentioning how Nick and I built a makeshift practice room at the top of the Music tower and wrote Nobody Likes Bertha, because it'll get stuck in my head again. I remember we burnt soil in Biology and it stank, and I had some audition thing on Tuesday? Aha, that was fun, had a good ol' catch up with my favourite fellow bedgar (yes, BEDGAR) Miss Orton, before ending up outside Dance with Scott, Stephen, Ailish and Sarah Who. Talk about odd. BUT, if like me you're poor and can't get down to see the real Avenue Q, just get Stephen and Scott to perform extracts for you. It's far better.
I then ended up outside with Fiona/God eating Kit Kats, bless her. Should've got some Interpretive Physics Dancing done really.
Yeah, that Tuesday evening was probably the most interesting escapade of the week.
Hmmm, what else happened?
Had some interesting musical lunchtimes with Laura (who I love more than you do Ellingwoof HAHA ;)) :D Then Graphics is always rather bizarre...Ellingwoof and I found ourselves becoming Autism Experts...
I could also tell you how I wrote a song at 6:30am, or how Stephen was mean enough to leave Hayley and I standing outside in the cold (literally) on chippy Thursday of all days ;) Haha, bless your heart and soul you Leach :)

I seem to be the only person who thinks this week has gone by really quickly. Everyone is moaning it's gone so slowwwwwww.

Ohhh, before we know it, it'll be Easter :) CHOCOLATE! :D :D :D

I wish you'd just stop showing off for the rest of us that no one wants to love.

Did you know a female blackbird is actually brown? How ridiculous. And I thought I was illogical.

BANG - there went Saturday. Maybe it was more of a 'boom'? Probably just a 'poof' actually.
Something fairly swift, smooth and silent. That's how it moved.

Oh for Todd's sake, I'm waffling already and I've only just got on here...

Sattturrrrdayyyy. I remember when my Saturday's were overly dramatical and beautiful and consisted of driving up and down to Northampton accompanied by my Dad and ol' Vern on the radio, before spending my afternoon with a load of fellow strange dramatical loonies :')

Now my whole WEEK is spent with dramatical AND musical loonies.

Seriously....I miss my 'other' drama lot. The other day, my beautiful son/King/emperor/soldier/hippie Joe sent me this really nice text about how he missed me, and how he had put my Dad and I as influences on his music myspace. HAHAHAHAHA.
I still can't look at him the same way though since he blurted out he was gay and started flirting with the scarecrow (erm, we were at my Dad's Wizard of Oz production before you get the wrong idea...), which is probably very hypocritical, but it was the way he did it.
Still, over the last 5 years he's been my son (in Honk), my evil emperor (in Aladdin), my soldier (in the Snow Queen; I was a crow with a hat some of you would find very amusing because of your low maturity levels...lets just say it had a beak on it), and most recently the hippie to my goth in Godspell when we sang Learn Your Lessons Well and he made me skip down the stairs and we looked so stupid :) And I love him :)

But, as I would say to Ellingwoof (who I hope is having fun parking in the Centre), NOT in that way.

Flippin' heck, I'm onto one giant waffle in the sky tonight. Bored yet?
Well if you are, GET OUT (in a nice way), because I'm not yet done :)

Today I found myself harshly woken by my WONDERFUL, considerate relatives at some ridiculous time. Seriously, they might as well have brought a klaxon into my room and gone ERRRRRKKKKKK with it, at least it would've been more efficent.
Then pretty soon after, we all headed out to Bedford to see 'family' that I don't really know. Honestly, I swear each time we go to one of these 'gatherings', I see a new 'relative'. Yay for over-using apostrophes.
The journey was RUBBISH, traffic lights hate us obviously, and we got stuck in roadworks, jams etc AT LEAST 5 TIMES. That's not even 7.
So we spent the day in the same old pub, and I found myself explaining to all the old dears (bless them) about what GCSEs are, and that no, I'm actually I'm 16, and that no, I won't sing today and that no, I don't have a boyfriend... you know the system?
After a while I'd written myself a lovely little monologue to perform. Like a CV, but far more sarcastic and I didn't have to check through it a thousand times afterwards for spelling and grammatical stuff.

What?! A CV?! It wasn't anything like a CV?! Ohhhh get on with it Taylor and leave the poor reader alone.

Yeah, we got foooooood and caaaaake and coffeeeee though, which was fun. Then the odd pub owner went through a list of people's birthdays, and he told me that on 22nd January (my birthday), Queen Victoria died and so did Lyndon Johnson (the president guy, LBJ, history times).

Okay you pedantic people, so I KNOW they didn't die on 22nd January 1994. But they did die on 22nd January SOME year.

All in all, twas a straaaaange afternoon. I got back and finally sorted my Kilworth House application, fingers crossed the money will be rolling in soon if they like me enough.
And I'll be working somewhere THEATRICAL! Yeahhh, so it'll be waitressing, BUT IT'S STILL A THEATRE SO STOP CRUSHING MY DREAMS.

People are binging me on MSN, so this is your lucky chance to escape. Tomorrow promises to be....interesting. Locked in a theatrical place with the choir lot for BASICALLY A WHOLE DAY (I say that since I'm a lazy so-and-so who won't get up till stupid o'clock).

YAAAAAAY :D

Time's a-flying, but I can't see the fun anywhere.

AHA, tis the day of Frying young bloggers, which tends to mean that it is officially the weekend! WOOOOOOO!

Meh, it's not much of a weekend for me this time round, but it should be fun enough.

My Dad (who has been fine with me completely today after the oddness of last night) and I have been conversing about driving lessons. He keeps bringing up the bush incident. OKAY, OKAY, so ONE time I get on my bike and fall into a bush, so what?!

I'm obviously never going to live it down. I haven't got back on a bike since.

Yeah. He's like 'Oh ho, ow long will you be on the road before a bush comes along?', or, 'Ooo, don't go down that road, it's bush-filled.'

It's not funny now.

*Puts on confused 'whaaaat' stare in case Ellingwoof is reading although she's in Centre Parcs letting down the choirical side ;)*

Hmmm, today. More blurry English times, and then Maths, ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. Then Physics with some supply teacher person who was lovely but didn't do much, and then Choir.

Woah, I just have to stop here. Clicking, swaying, NOW WE HAVE A WHOLE LITTLE ROUTINE WITH TURNING AND HEAD MOVEMENTS?!?!?!?!?!
Unwillingly quoting HSM here, but I DON'T DANCE.
And because of the fact I'm a little alto shortie, I've also ended up at the front.

Oh dear mother, father, why couldn't Laura have given you some of her height? THEN MAYBE I COULD FADE INTO THE BACKGROUND WITH MY OUT OF STEP MOVEMENTS AND WRONG LYRICS.

Haha, I love you Laura :) Seen that Facebook page, best friends with a major height difference? HAHAHA :D

But yes. Back to awkward, swaying choirical times. Sunday is going to be flippin' hilarious, bloggers.

Finally this afternoon we had RE, and it seems this is a WHOLE UNIT on drugs, so for a little longer I am still able to say to you 'we did drugs in RE'. I get the best responses from my brother when I say that.

The teachers are getting all obsessive over mocking us again. With exams, that is.
History, French, RE, Maths. Blehhhhhh.

Oo, mother has just reappeared from the village quiz. Haha, our village is so stupid. If you win the quiz, you have to host the quiz the following year. WHAT KIND OF A PRIZE IS THAT?!
She actually tried to get me on the surgery team, cheeky! Everytime I help them out, it's not like I'm paid or thanked or anything....

Tomorrow I'm forcefully being dragged over to be nice to 'relatives' I don't even know, and eat shepherd's pie, which I despise.

Wish me luck.