My Grandad seems to understand the whole GCSE thing better than my Mum, you know.
It doesn't matter how long I sit there explaining, she doesn't get the whole coursework system, or that exams are split into modules and the like.
DEARY ME.
:O The Lark Rise series finished tonight!!! But AWWWW Minnie and Alf have FINALLY gotten together after a forever of almost getting together...if that makes sense....
But it's plotlines like that in Eastenders and Corrie that are the reasons why I refrain from watching soaps nowadays. Waterloo Road (ha I almost wrote toad :P) is bad enough! They find something that might work as a vaguely believable story then drag it out for 11 weeks. WHYYYYYYY. Just tell him he's the father already.
Waterloo Road is coming back on the 7th though, so Ellingwoof tells me :D
You know, sometimes I just don't get people. It was really sad this morning, a villager collapsed and died outside our post office. We had the air ambulance out, police cars across the road, paramedics....my Dad was coming back from picking up my Grandad and they got stopped by police on the High Street, so they couldn't get through. My Dad told me how there were all these villagers standing by on the street corners WITH CAMERAS observing the whole situation!
I actually find that quite disturbing.
That poor man has left behind a family and friends, and those people just stand by as if it were entertainment?! What is up with that?!
Then got to thinking how short life is and that whole thing :/
Just goes to show you can't waste time with anything. I have my regrets, but maybe I should be glad that I dared to take the chances, even if it looks bad now?
Erm, my brother and his friend are currently renacting the 'We Buy Any Car.com' advert over Skype....talk about ruining the sentimental moment...
One of them is playing Ding Dong the Witch is Dead now, and singing along....
HAHAHA that reminds me of Ellen yesterday...I'm sure she won't mind me quoting, but we were talking about the new Lord Andy show Over the Rainbow, and she asked if they were going to use that song to say goodbye to each unsuccesful Dorothy (you know how they used So Long Farewell for the Marias and Close Every Door for the Josephs?).
:O Exactly on cue I can hear Phantom playing downstairs!!
We're such a theatrical household.
Aaaaand.....lordio.
Sunday, 28 March 2010
Saturday, 27 March 2010
You love divorce so much, you'll marry it. And then it won't work out, so you'll divorce it.
It doesn't half annoy me when Facebook comes up with someone's face and says SAY HELLO or WRITE ON THIS WALL or something. It is most intrusive and intimidating.
Like the chat thing. It takes years to load anyway, but you'll be innocently Facebooking along when suddenly POP, someone begins attacking you. Facebook could've chosen a better sound. POP is quite unnerving.
POP POP POP.
You might start to believe the magical bubbles inside your computer are bursting. That'd be quite upsetting.
Today I went to see The Bounty Hunter down at the cinema avec ma mere. Twas actually quite good, not overly hilarious, but the plot was good :) Involved Jennifer Aniston and Gerard Butler doing a lot of running around and shouting and chasing.
Burty, Ellingwoof and I are having a silent Skype conversation at the moment. It's not quite the same without sound though. Skype conversations with mics and everything are BRILLAINT, except the magical bubbles inside my computer don't like them very much.
Ellen is hurrying up with my blogging, now I feel pressured.
The next Lord Andy reality show has started....I only watch it because it's vaguely theatre-related (the idiotic poppy American-isms get worse each series) and because it's one of the few reality music shows around which ISN'T Cowell dominated (please see my article in Fusion for further details).
Anyway, theatre goddess Kerry Ellis was on it, and it said she's going to be Nancy in Oliver because Jodie (who shouldn't of won, Jessie SOOOO should've) is leaving!!! WOOOOOOO!!!!!!
My Dad has said we'll hopefully go to London in the summer to see a show, and he's saying we might see the Phantom sequel. I have mixed feelings about that show as a whole, but I reckon it'd be good to see :)
My computer is being so slow I'm terrified everything is going to crash in a minute...
Not entirely sure what's happening tomorrow. Might do something musical, surprise surprise.
:O Last Lark Rise tomorrow :O
OHHHH fine Burty.....
LORDIO.
Like the chat thing. It takes years to load anyway, but you'll be innocently Facebooking along when suddenly POP, someone begins attacking you. Facebook could've chosen a better sound. POP is quite unnerving.
POP POP POP.
You might start to believe the magical bubbles inside your computer are bursting. That'd be quite upsetting.
Today I went to see The Bounty Hunter down at the cinema avec ma mere. Twas actually quite good, not overly hilarious, but the plot was good :) Involved Jennifer Aniston and Gerard Butler doing a lot of running around and shouting and chasing.
Burty, Ellingwoof and I are having a silent Skype conversation at the moment. It's not quite the same without sound though. Skype conversations with mics and everything are BRILLAINT, except the magical bubbles inside my computer don't like them very much.
Ellen is hurrying up with my blogging, now I feel pressured.
The next Lord Andy reality show has started....I only watch it because it's vaguely theatre-related (the idiotic poppy American-isms get worse each series) and because it's one of the few reality music shows around which ISN'T Cowell dominated (please see my article in Fusion for further details).
Anyway, theatre goddess Kerry Ellis was on it, and it said she's going to be Nancy in Oliver because Jodie (who shouldn't of won, Jessie SOOOO should've) is leaving!!! WOOOOOOO!!!!!!
My Dad has said we'll hopefully go to London in the summer to see a show, and he's saying we might see the Phantom sequel. I have mixed feelings about that show as a whole, but I reckon it'd be good to see :)
My computer is being so slow I'm terrified everything is going to crash in a minute...
Not entirely sure what's happening tomorrow. Might do something musical, surprise surprise.
:O Last Lark Rise tomorrow :O
OHHHH fine Burty.....
LORDIO.
Friday, 26 March 2010
The universe is very very very big. Have a nice life.
Ohhhh, that Leachy boy makes me smile :') And he's a MINISTER.
TIS FINALLY EASTER! Tis finally the season of goodwill to all men....erm, well maybe that's December....BUT IT'S STILL THE SEASON FOR CHOCOLATE :D
That's a big enough excuse for goodwill and happiness and all that jazz if ever there was one.
It's also Friday, so I'm in as twice as much of a good mood :)
It's been a fairly interesting week. Had the end of term concert on Tuesday night which was 'enlightening' to say the least. Went pretty well though, considering our lack of rehearsal for both numbers....
And also considering our lack of CHOIR for Hallelujah.
Not a great deal to mention about today really; we had a hilarious Physics lesson with that Drewitt guy who every other class has seemed to moan about, he was great (apparently he's leaving or something though?). It reminded me of that amazing Monty Python song about how so so so big everything in the universe really is and how insignificant and pointless we actually are :) Seriously, the scale of the solar system is rather terrifying.
And also, the sun is NOT our friend, it wants to eat us.
I can't believe I didn't take Drama last year. I kick myself so often for not fighting for it. THEY HAVE POTATO BOXES!
There were 6 of us in choir at lunch, because of an insane series of trips on. 6! Ellingwoof, be ASHAMED you didn't come and support your fellow members of the ARM movement.
2 basses, 2 altos, 2 sopranos (no tenors to be mean though, HA). Then Mr Dr got me sight-singing/improvising/composing the second soprano part, so I begged to be given my alto status back, because it was HARD!
Soooo, just planning the next 2 weeks now. Should be fun, but I don't understand the whole point of throwing so much work at us, surely we should be hibernating before the onslaught of exams about to hit?! Todddddddd, can't wait for the summer.
TIS FINALLY EASTER! Tis finally the season of goodwill to all men....erm, well maybe that's December....BUT IT'S STILL THE SEASON FOR CHOCOLATE :D
That's a big enough excuse for goodwill and happiness and all that jazz if ever there was one.
It's also Friday, so I'm in as twice as much of a good mood :)
It's been a fairly interesting week. Had the end of term concert on Tuesday night which was 'enlightening' to say the least. Went pretty well though, considering our lack of rehearsal for both numbers....
And also considering our lack of CHOIR for Hallelujah.
Not a great deal to mention about today really; we had a hilarious Physics lesson with that Drewitt guy who every other class has seemed to moan about, he was great (apparently he's leaving or something though?). It reminded me of that amazing Monty Python song about how so so so big everything in the universe really is and how insignificant and pointless we actually are :) Seriously, the scale of the solar system is rather terrifying.
And also, the sun is NOT our friend, it wants to eat us.
I can't believe I didn't take Drama last year. I kick myself so often for not fighting for it. THEY HAVE POTATO BOXES!
There were 6 of us in choir at lunch, because of an insane series of trips on. 6! Ellingwoof, be ASHAMED you didn't come and support your fellow members of the ARM movement.
2 basses, 2 altos, 2 sopranos (no tenors to be mean though, HA). Then Mr Dr got me sight-singing/improvising/composing the second soprano part, so I begged to be given my alto status back, because it was HARD!
Soooo, just planning the next 2 weeks now. Should be fun, but I don't understand the whole point of throwing so much work at us, surely we should be hibernating before the onslaught of exams about to hit?! Todddddddd, can't wait for the summer.
Thursday, 25 March 2010
If I die clutching your photograph, don't call me boring, it's just cos I like you.
21:31. In bed. On the iTodd.
'Why?!' I hear you cry (or not). I'm REALLY tired but I just can't sleep. My early night plan was not a success, it seems.
Just, once you start thinking about that one thing, you start thinking into it so much that before you know it you are drowning in a forbidding, merciless pool of uncertainty and confusion where the line gets blurred and you're not quite sure what's really happening anymore. Hopping on the high-speed service to the land of 'what-might-have-been'. The tiniest moment, glance or word is thrust under the microscope, and then exaggerated and then you wipe clear your metaphorically misted windows to get a tiny hint of what's really set out in front of you, because you have your foot half on the accellerator and keep bolting forwards getting dangerously close to hitting ridiculous speeds and spiralling out of control. And you try to clear those windows to see where the hell you are heading, but you've sat in this car so many times before you know resistance is pointless, and you tighten the blindfold, sit back and pray for survival.
You know the ride would feel a bit less reckless if the adorable diesel fuelling your vehicle would stop messing with the engine, and you'd also quite like to stop inhaling the fumes from that adorable fuel, but when you have a whole diesel tank alone with you beside a vending machine that's a bit difficult. You're a sucker for an adorable, understanding tank of diesel with a voice to die for, after all.
Days pass. More words and smiles and hugs to take back ti the lab to analyse. And you stare down at your watch and wonder how much longer you can possibly drag this out for....
Well, maybe you don't, but I do.
Have I said too much? There's nothing more I can think of to say to you....probably a good thing.
I've had this song on repeat for at least 20 minutes now, I've been distracted. It's a great song, but variety is good.
Oo, at least I've killed some time and bored myself to death with illogical metaphors. The patheticness shall cease here, my friends....for now.
'Why?!' I hear you cry (or not). I'm REALLY tired but I just can't sleep. My early night plan was not a success, it seems.
Just, once you start thinking about that one thing, you start thinking into it so much that before you know it you are drowning in a forbidding, merciless pool of uncertainty and confusion where the line gets blurred and you're not quite sure what's really happening anymore. Hopping on the high-speed service to the land of 'what-might-have-been'. The tiniest moment, glance or word is thrust under the microscope, and then exaggerated and then you wipe clear your metaphorically misted windows to get a tiny hint of what's really set out in front of you, because you have your foot half on the accellerator and keep bolting forwards getting dangerously close to hitting ridiculous speeds and spiralling out of control. And you try to clear those windows to see where the hell you are heading, but you've sat in this car so many times before you know resistance is pointless, and you tighten the blindfold, sit back and pray for survival.
You know the ride would feel a bit less reckless if the adorable diesel fuelling your vehicle would stop messing with the engine, and you'd also quite like to stop inhaling the fumes from that adorable fuel, but when you have a whole diesel tank alone with you beside a vending machine that's a bit difficult. You're a sucker for an adorable, understanding tank of diesel with a voice to die for, after all.
Days pass. More words and smiles and hugs to take back ti the lab to analyse. And you stare down at your watch and wonder how much longer you can possibly drag this out for....
Well, maybe you don't, but I do.
Have I said too much? There's nothing more I can think of to say to you....probably a good thing.
I've had this song on repeat for at least 20 minutes now, I've been distracted. It's a great song, but variety is good.
Oo, at least I've killed some time and bored myself to death with illogical metaphors. The patheticness shall cease here, my friends....for now.
Sunday, 21 March 2010
I won't just 'appear' on Traffic Cops, they'll have to give me my own series.
My musical partner in crime has just informed me that people do indeed read this blog (and sometimes they comment too, thanks Ellingwoof and Leachy boy you wonderful Huncotonians :D), so since I've got nothing else to do until Lark Rise at 8, I thought I might as well kill some time with a bit o' bloggin' from the noggin :)
WOAH. *screechy someone-pushed-the-needle-off-the-record noise*
What....what is this?!?! *curious poke of head around bedroom door*
My brother is listening to The Last 5 Years :O :O :O
I'VE ACTUALLY CRACKED HIM TOO! :D
Aha, I love intruding on innocent people's lives by introducing them to the insane wonders of the musical genius that is Jason Robert Brown. That was a long-winded sentence.
Tuesday will be the first concert I've done at Lutterworth where I haven't sung a JRB song. I'm a bit too obsessed with the guy, really.
But it's half down to him that Ellingwoof and I got to know each other, so it can't be all bad :P "Jamie is overrrr and Jamie is gone...."
Today was really nice :) Got up mid-morning and did some more Dorrit-ing, then since my Mum had her win on the Lottery yesterday she took us all down to Foxton Locks, which is one of my favourite places EVER :)
We took a nice, charming walk around the locks and it was such a beautiful day :) BRING ON SUMMER.
Well, it continued to be nice and charming that is until my Dad made some unnecessary comment about me needing to be careful of a bush and I almost pushed him in the canal.
Mum put a fair dent in her winnings by buying us lunch at the lovely pub there, and then somehow we rolled back to the car, because we all ate FAR too much.
"OH MY GAWWWWWWSH, you look JUST like Shakira."
The rest of the afternoon was spent on composition, blowing up my bass amp and doing a bit of singing practice; I figured I really need it if I'm going to crack this whole Grade 8 thing in July.
"No, no, you're Catherine Zeta...."
Aww, I wish my Dad had been our Music teacher in Year 8. With his class he's doing a unit on Film and TV music, and to show them the true POWER of background music, he's taken a few Harry Potter scenes and is playing them back with really stupid music in the background.
Scary thing is, it actually works!
Think Diagon Alley with Eastenders or the Flying Car scene with Jaws.
My brother and I both share a really strange sense of humour, so we found it hilarious.
"Erm, actually, my name's Marina, and I'm not a robot, and I feel watered down whenever he's around."
Come on, one more week till freedom, we can last it...fingers crossed...
WOAH. *screechy someone-pushed-the-needle-off-the-record noise*
What....what is this?!?! *curious poke of head around bedroom door*
My brother is listening to The Last 5 Years :O :O :O
I'VE ACTUALLY CRACKED HIM TOO! :D
Aha, I love intruding on innocent people's lives by introducing them to the insane wonders of the musical genius that is Jason Robert Brown. That was a long-winded sentence.
Tuesday will be the first concert I've done at Lutterworth where I haven't sung a JRB song. I'm a bit too obsessed with the guy, really.
But it's half down to him that Ellingwoof and I got to know each other, so it can't be all bad :P "Jamie is overrrr and Jamie is gone...."
Today was really nice :) Got up mid-morning and did some more Dorrit-ing, then since my Mum had her win on the Lottery yesterday she took us all down to Foxton Locks, which is one of my favourite places EVER :)
We took a nice, charming walk around the locks and it was such a beautiful day :) BRING ON SUMMER.
Well, it continued to be nice and charming that is until my Dad made some unnecessary comment about me needing to be careful of a bush and I almost pushed him in the canal.
Mum put a fair dent in her winnings by buying us lunch at the lovely pub there, and then somehow we rolled back to the car, because we all ate FAR too much.
"OH MY GAWWWWWWSH, you look JUST like Shakira."
The rest of the afternoon was spent on composition, blowing up my bass amp and doing a bit of singing practice; I figured I really need it if I'm going to crack this whole Grade 8 thing in July.
"No, no, you're Catherine Zeta...."
Aww, I wish my Dad had been our Music teacher in Year 8. With his class he's doing a unit on Film and TV music, and to show them the true POWER of background music, he's taken a few Harry Potter scenes and is playing them back with really stupid music in the background.
Scary thing is, it actually works!
Think Diagon Alley with Eastenders or the Flying Car scene with Jaws.
My brother and I both share a really strange sense of humour, so we found it hilarious.
"Erm, actually, my name's Marina, and I'm not a robot, and I feel watered down whenever he's around."
Come on, one more week till freedom, we can last it...fingers crossed...
Saturday, 20 March 2010
"Coffee in a fight...HAHAHAHA"
Aha, Friends :D
I didn't realise that yesterday's post was my first half century! 50 posts! I have no idea how that happened, I feel like I never blog.
So, this post shall be the belated celebratory post.
Today's not been too bad :) Those IDIOTIC MyMaths things and the past paper took me all morning, and then I had my hair done, but the rest of the day has been spent on Sibelius... writing...for an actual ORCHESTRA! I'm inspired for the first time in ages and I'm throwing ideas around with that awkward piece of software whenever I can.
Fingers crossed all this creativity lasts....
It's great getting the best of both musical worlds at the moment though, one minute I'm writing for the band, the next I'm writing for the musical; it certainly mixes things up a bit :)
My Mum won £100 on the Lottery website earlier! Fate is a funny thing indeed.
As a result, I've been nice(r) to her all evening and she's taking us out for lunch tomorrow, awww :)
Summer seems so much closer at the moment. OHHHH I cannot wait :')
So, Happy 51st Post everybody :D :D :D
*attempts to pop open champagne, but resorts to smashing it open with frustration instead*
I didn't realise that yesterday's post was my first half century! 50 posts! I have no idea how that happened, I feel like I never blog.
So, this post shall be the belated celebratory post.
Today's not been too bad :) Those IDIOTIC MyMaths things and the past paper took me all morning, and then I had my hair done, but the rest of the day has been spent on Sibelius... writing...for an actual ORCHESTRA! I'm inspired for the first time in ages and I'm throwing ideas around with that awkward piece of software whenever I can.
Fingers crossed all this creativity lasts....
It's great getting the best of both musical worlds at the moment though, one minute I'm writing for the band, the next I'm writing for the musical; it certainly mixes things up a bit :)
My Mum won £100 on the Lottery website earlier! Fate is a funny thing indeed.
As a result, I've been nice(r) to her all evening and she's taking us out for lunch tomorrow, awww :)
Summer seems so much closer at the moment. OHHHH I cannot wait :')
So, Happy 51st Post everybody :D :D :D
*attempts to pop open champagne, but resorts to smashing it open with frustration instead*
Friday, 19 March 2010
This is the wonkiest eclipse you will ever see.
That week went even quicker than last week. One more blink of the eye, and it'll be Easter.
AND I CAN'T WAIT.
My computer chooses to do virus checks at the most inconvienent times, making life 10times more difficult than it needs to be for me...
It may have sped by, but te week wasn't even that good. Monday was...meh, Tuesday was AWFUL, Wednesday was long etc etc....but the biggest thing to come out of it, is that now on top of EVERYTHING else, the Barstow and I are now official musical writers. With Nick's sister doing the book and lyrics, we're adapting Dickens' Little Dorrit, and we've started throwing ideas of the musical kind around, and the man is a genius, really. It would be pretty incredible if we got something finished and sorted out a REAL LIFE production :D
There's just one slight issue.
We have to finish it before Nick leaves for Oxford at the end of the summer...
Soooo, back to reality (or not), I've decided that when all my plans for hitting the West End either as a writer or performer have failed miserabley, I shall return to dear ol' Lutterworth College and pretend I know something about computers so I can become an ICT technician.
Seriously, those people know how to live. I had to go down to the little hatch for AAAAGES in RE as the little notebook thingy I was using decided to be tremendously awkward and lazy, and they had The Killers blaring out,had fans on, were eating loads of cake and were making faces at Mr Hostead through the door (brave).
And they're also really nice people!
So yes, my back up career plan is now sorted.
BUT our EEEEEEEEEEEVIL Maths teacher has set us about 772 MyMaths homeworks AND a past paper for this weekend. And Maths and I have never got on.
MyMaths is such a way out for the teacher though. Whereas I have to log on and plough my way through tasks (that are nothing like what I'm supposed to have learnt in the lessons) in order to reach a depressing percentage and little light at the end of it grading my 'success', all the teacher has to do is scan through a set of my results and tut tut at all my fails.
For me, it takes hours, for her, it takes seconds. I don't see the fairness in that.
Grr, MyMaths, such mean websites should not be allowed to hog internet space.
Oh my TODD, it's Friday night and I'm blogging about MATHS?! I need a life. Anyone got any recommendations (no word from you Ellingwoof, OR Ellen...)?
It's the best feeling ever when you find a random £5 note lying around your room :') Okay, so it's £5...but it's still cash :D
Had the job interview yesterday. The hotel is GORGEOUS, and I think the interview went alright, but they won't get back to us until next week as they're still interviewing people.
Oh well, fingers crossed...
Since I now have so much of it to do, I'll be off to continue some writing :)
And when the award-winning Lutterworth College production of 'Little Dorrit - The Musical' gets transferred to the West End and we start our quest for world domination, we shall all venture to the top of the Music Tower and say... 'Yep, this is where it ALLLL began....'
Erm, maybe we'd just say it in our heads though?
Or no, not at all.
AND I CAN'T WAIT.
My computer chooses to do virus checks at the most inconvienent times, making life 10times more difficult than it needs to be for me...
It may have sped by, but te week wasn't even that good. Monday was...meh, Tuesday was AWFUL, Wednesday was long etc etc....but the biggest thing to come out of it, is that now on top of EVERYTHING else, the Barstow and I are now official musical writers. With Nick's sister doing the book and lyrics, we're adapting Dickens' Little Dorrit, and we've started throwing ideas of the musical kind around, and the man is a genius, really. It would be pretty incredible if we got something finished and sorted out a REAL LIFE production :D
There's just one slight issue.
We have to finish it before Nick leaves for Oxford at the end of the summer...
Soooo, back to reality (or not), I've decided that when all my plans for hitting the West End either as a writer or performer have failed miserabley, I shall return to dear ol' Lutterworth College and pretend I know something about computers so I can become an ICT technician.
Seriously, those people know how to live. I had to go down to the little hatch for AAAAGES in RE as the little notebook thingy I was using decided to be tremendously awkward and lazy, and they had The Killers blaring out,had fans on, were eating loads of cake and were making faces at Mr Hostead through the door (brave).
And they're also really nice people!
So yes, my back up career plan is now sorted.
BUT our EEEEEEEEEEEVIL Maths teacher has set us about 772 MyMaths homeworks AND a past paper for this weekend. And Maths and I have never got on.
MyMaths is such a way out for the teacher though. Whereas I have to log on and plough my way through tasks (that are nothing like what I'm supposed to have learnt in the lessons) in order to reach a depressing percentage and little light at the end of it grading my 'success', all the teacher has to do is scan through a set of my results and tut tut at all my fails.
For me, it takes hours, for her, it takes seconds. I don't see the fairness in that.
Grr, MyMaths, such mean websites should not be allowed to hog internet space.
Oh my TODD, it's Friday night and I'm blogging about MATHS?! I need a life. Anyone got any recommendations (no word from you Ellingwoof, OR Ellen...)?
It's the best feeling ever when you find a random £5 note lying around your room :') Okay, so it's £5...but it's still cash :D
Had the job interview yesterday. The hotel is GORGEOUS, and I think the interview went alright, but they won't get back to us until next week as they're still interviewing people.
Oh well, fingers crossed...
Since I now have so much of it to do, I'll be off to continue some writing :)
And when the award-winning Lutterworth College production of 'Little Dorrit - The Musical' gets transferred to the West End and we start our quest for world domination, we shall all venture to the top of the Music Tower and say... 'Yep, this is where it ALLLL began....'
Erm, maybe we'd just say it in our heads though?
Or no, not at all.
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