There will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears...

"A mighty pain to love it is,
and tis a pain that pain to miss;
But of all pains the greatest pain,
It is to love, but love in vain..."
(Abraham Crowley)





I just felt I'd neglected Blogger a bit. I've still been reading, but I'm lacking with the comments and actual posts.

Oh well, the National Lottery have just emailed me. Night, strange world.




"Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love."
(Charlie Brown)

My mind's spinning, I've reached the edge....

Okay, so when I grabbed this here curry out of the fridge, I should've maybe taken note of the fact it said HOT tikka masala on the front.
My mouth is like a bloody sauna right now.

I remember the times where Wednesday evenings would be sent sauntering off the bus and straight into a piano lesson which I'd HATE.

Don't get me wrong, my teacher was really good, I just couldn't stand the lessons and how restricting everything felt. Plus, as many of you know, my sight reading is hilariously bad. I can barely play my own songs, let alone random stuff you put in front of me.

So I begged my pianist parents to let me quit, and once they FINALLY agreed, I was free.

A few years later, it's a Wednesday evening once more and somehow I am back playing the classical piano music I once detested. AND NO ONE IS FORCING ME TO DO IT FOR ONCE.
I've got a bit of Schumann, Grieg and Chopin going....(sorry Ellingwoof, no Tezza Riley)

(Shame my playing's a bit rubbish)

I have no real motivation to blog or revise tonight, I just want to eat. BYE :D

I've been secretly falling apart...

500 texts from Facebook later, and I regret liking that status. I really do. I DON'T CARE WHO COMMENTS ON WHAT, I JUST LIKED IT AT THE TIME.

It's getting to me again.

Such a beautiful thought that we don't have to awake at some UNGODLY (Lol Laura :P) hour tomorrow for school. Ahhh.
Bank Holiday weekends. What a blessing.

Got up, did musical research, went for nice lunch, came back, did musical research, watched the Dorothy show (why the HELL did Stephanie go out?!?!?! Steph should've gone weeks ago...), did more research, then attended the most pointless concert of my life.

I say concert, we were only ever providing background music anyway. Still, like 5 people were there at the bar. The whole thing was a complete unorganised sham to be honest, we'd barely been provided with any information.
Tom hadn't even been given a time, so he rang me and we agreed to collaborate.

By the time we got there though it seemed a little pointless. The half hour slot basically became a rehearsal for our future musicalness, so I guess it wasn't completely wasted, but it felt like it.

Hung around with him for a bit and watched Sarah Who sing, she did really well but it was a shame there were so few people also watching. Tom got offered a resident pianist job whilst at the bar (on top of ALL his other work :P) and Oli Dewes arrived and told me I should make an entrance one day in a lift with smoke doing a Superman pose.

I got home and crashed on the sofa before realising I'd left my jacket there because I'm a FOOL, so then I had to get Nick (who by this time had arrived at the event for some mega performance or something) to rescue it for me, directing him by text. Bless his heart and soul.

Gosh, I'm an idiot. In so many ways.

YAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

I want food. But I'm lazy. And can't be bothered to move my backside to get to the fridge.
Idiot.

Edith, we have too many Hitlers.

I am surprised I am actually sittng here typing this very post on this very dark, wet evening. (PINCH PUNCH for the first of the month, btw)
I am surprised I even made it home alive.

For, tonight, I was forced to sit and watch my mother rub the fact I haven't done any drama this year in my face by sitting and watching her on stage in a play.

But, it wasn't just any play.

It was the innuendo-filled WW2 comedy Allo Allo, and she was playing a flirtatious French waitress.
All I'll say is the most humilliating scene I was forced to endure involved her blowing up an inflatable Hitler.

And for once, YES, I DO mean it in that way...

Was quite sickening, to be honest. My brother is scarred for life.

(Taylor) SWIFTLY MOVING ON....

I can see clearly now (the rain has gone)!!! FINALLY Specsavers replaced my lenses, and now I don't have to do a Dumbledore impression every time I want to look into the distance.

I (sort of) overcame the mountain of maths that had been provided for me, twas a bit of a messy job though - I sort of took an icepick and made an attempt at finishing the work by charging forward and hacking through it.

Then I realised I'd put my name down to sing at some Mayor's event thingy in Lutterworth tomorrow, but I'm not exactly sure what's happening and ohhh dear I'm confused...
But yeah, I decided that I probably needed to decide what to sing, so I've started compiling a list of songs. That I might sing. If I've even been given the right date...

4 minutes to midnight. Good album name, that'd be.

Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said?

Scrap the last line of that last post, my handwriting is impossible.

SO IS FACEBOOK CHAT! Becky is trying to talk to me, but BOOM, it just HAS to explode, doesn't it....

I'm in a good mood.

3 guesses why?
OHHHHHH LORDY, French speaking is DONE WITH! :D

*To the tune of Still Hurting*
French Speaking is over, French Speaking is gone....

I have mountains of maths to do thanks to our wonderful teacher, but right now, at this moment in time, I DON'T CARE.
Bank Holiday weekend, here we are :)

Tomorrow, I'm braving Specsavers again, I need these new glasses, see (no pun intended, again). Because, right now, seeing is difficult. Grr.

Where has the time gone?!?! :O

5 Years Time has just come on. For me, this song is the definition of summer.
It just IS summer. Summer is not summer without this song.
This song makes me want a ukelele more than Godspell did.

Boys and girls, summer is just round the corner.

Boys and girls? Well, that was incredibly sarcastic.

Do you know what my Grandma says about sarcasm? She says it's the lowest form of wit.

But I'm pretty low anyway what with being 5 ft 2 and all that, so OH WELL.

Describe....ME

Started this as part of an English mock, got it back, polished it off a bit, added a few bits here and there and VOILA, thought it'd make a fair blog post:

The person reading this may have never met me before. They may or may not have felt the (often confused or bewildered) stare from behind these specs, or have had to ignore my useless chatter and odd laugh (which my brother refers to as a cackle, but what does he know?). People seem to recognise me in the strangest of places these days thanks to having performed in far too many concerts. Seriously, the film collector at the bus stop, the audience member in the Derngate loos...ohh, the pains of the theatre. For that is one thing you must know about me straight off from the moment we meet, my entire life seems to revolve around music, drama and the theatre.

But who exactly am I? To my closest friends and family I am Bethany, to many more I am Beth, to a select few I am both. Nick's recently started the trend of calling me Taylor, which has strangely caught on. I live in your average village, attend your (almost) average secondary school, and make an attempt to live the average teenage life (minus the drug-fuelled Skins style parties and the ASBO thing. I'm not like that.). I live with my Dad, my Mum and my 14-year old brother (although in my ench speaking exam he'll be 12 since I can never remember the French for 14). We're ever so slightly dysfunctional, but then again I believe all families are in their own special way. I just happen to be the most impatient person in the world, which considering my particular family isn't really helpful. My first love is music, did I mention that? I bet I could take you through my family tree and find a musical link to almost everyone...

I have a WONDERFUL (notice caps lock) circle of friends. They're all mad, but I'm told the best people are. I'm by NO means super popular (who'd want to be?!), but I like to think of myself as someone who gets on with pretty much everyone, except the people I can't stand. Sadly no glorious love life to pour my heart about here (which is a shame considering how much of a hopeless romantic I am); I could pour my heart out to you about my LACK of a glorious love life, but I do that enough to my poor friends enough daily.

I've made far too many selfish mistakes to count (and I hate Maths at the best of times), and sometimes I tend to waffle. Sometimes I speak too fast or interrupt by accident. I get easily paranoid, and read into things too much.

There is one thing about me I think you'd never guess, although I'm told it's one of the worst kept secrets ever.

I get easily guilty and have far too many regrets. I spend too much time living in the past (and I'm not just talking about History lessons with Burty). I give up too easily. People wonder why I'm confident on stage but can't seem to stick my hand up in class - believe me or not but I'm intimidated. I think I rely on my friends too much. My biggest fear is death and/or losing someone close to me.

I know I don't have much longer to explain myself to the poor soul reading this, so I'll try and end on a happier note (no musical pun intended). I hope one day when you read my name, it won't be on an exam paper or a Facebook page or a bus pass or a mere blog but it'll be on the front of some West End theatre that's housing the musical I'm currently co-writing.

Oh, that's another thing. I'm tremendously hopeful and 'impossible' isn't in my dictionary.

God, my whole life's like some TEST....

Well, this is the first evening all week that I've been in a relatively decent mood, and no one talkative is online for me to share it with.

Why do all the best songs have to be written for men?

Now I can just about scrape my way through my French, and I pretty much know my song for tomorrow. Just, now I'm playing for Scott, and singing with him, and singing by myself, and as of 11am this morning I'm now stuck with the huge ending solo bit in Seasons of Love.

Ahh. For those of you that haven't heard the huge, insanely high screech at the end, youtube it (RENT LOVE :D).

So now I only have to worry that I have no more time to rehearse anything with Scott, that I'm going to mix up my words and that I've somehow got to muster up the power to screech that top C.
A 2 octave jump.

I did it before, but that was once. Ouch.
It'll either kill me or some poor kid in the audience.

But ENOUGH musical talk! Onto a more (apparently) controversial subject, the fact that the powers that be at the darling college have decided to go ahead with vertical tutor grouping.
Makes me CROSS. Whatever happened to democracy? Free speech?
Okay, so we were never going to get a say in something that huge, but they kept it quiet because they knew we would hate it...

Shutting down a Facebook group that protested against it is rather disgusting though. I'd like to know what is wrong with having an opinion. Over 500 people have joined the new one in retalliation though, that's about a quarter of the students.
Yet, STILL, the powers that be choose to ignore it. After all, they are 'more experienced' and 'know what's best for us'.

HELL do they! It's all about ticking boxes on an Ofsted report these days; my Dad had been out of proper teaching for 7 years before going back in September and now he says kids and the school system have changed so much - on his first appraisal at his new school, the senior manager gave him a ticking off because SOME STUDENTS HAD THEIR COATS ON. They didn't comment on how the kids were actually engaged in the lesson unlike with many other teachers, or on his teaching technique, no, they were more interested in uniform.

The whole thing is a joke.

As for uniform at OUR beloved college, one particular teacher of mine was saying how there is now talk of bringing uniform into sixth form. THAT is a joke.
Why have they suddenly become so intent on taking away everything that was good at that place?
It's all a show of power, if you ask me.

I think tomorrow we're having an assembly on it for them to 'explain' it, and basically tell us it's definite. Reading between the lines, it'll be a slap on the wrists for daring to discuss such a matter over the internet. OO, sorry, I thought we were in a free country?

Rants always make me feel better :) Sorry for boring you.
But then again, TOUGH, this is my place of blogging.

25 minutes till Friends. How else can I kill some time?....