I'll be the brick you can throw.

Just when I think Muse can't get any better, they go and defy me and hit a whole new level of awesomeness.

This song is obviously going to be played FAR too much by me in the next few weeks, I can tell this already.

I'm not sure why I'm here, everything's a blur. I need sleep.

But then again, to hell with logic.

Just before I go howeveer, I have to say this...

After 11 years of schooling, the moment has finally come. I no longer have to do PE.

Ever, ever, ever again.

Turn around, bright eyes...

One...more...week....before the onslaught.

Some of us should be in bed. Some of us shouldn't be prolonging going to bed by blog-posting. Some of us got 4 hours sleep last night (eventually) and then got up (of their own free will) at 8:30am on a Sunday morning.
Some of us need to get a life.

I have a secret guilty pleasure for cheesy 80s pop and power ballads, and I DON'T CARE :)

Okay, maybe I do a bit.
I'll just never let you look on my ipod; the guilty pleasure excuse gets used a lot when it comes to explaining exactly WHY certain songs are on there.

Except the Space Pirates theme tune, that makes me happy.

CALL ME SAD, I don't give a flying Ford Anglia.

I don't know exactly what it did, but Hinckley did SOMETHING to me yesterday. Last night my knee made one last almighty clicking noise and ever since it hasn't hurt and I can freely bend my leg without fear of mean pain :')
Looking at it now, almost all the swelling has gone down!
And, erm, I haven't been 'forgetting' my exercises or anything...

Slight downside, it means I can no longer treat myself to the beautiful pink smarties I was prescribed. We'll find a way, eh son?
I swear I was 'legally tripping' on a cocktail of those, paracetamol and caffeine last Thursday. My head was just like WOAHHHH.
Oh well.

Tomorrow I have my LAST EVER PE LESSON. EVER. For the LAST time.

11 years just went *poof*.

And oh, she likes to lead, in every way she led me on...

I think I've done something wrong. But I'm not entirely sure what.
I think I'll put this down to my inherited paranoia and the slight habit I have of overthinking.
There's nothing I can really do about it anyway, even if I HAVE.

You know something I HAVE done wrong? NEGLECTED THIS HERE BLOG. This is disgusting. Where the HELL have I been?!?!

A load of rubbish has happened, but who cares, one week left and I'm about as motivated as a left-over carrot on Boxing Day.

Leftover? Left over? Left-over? I've never had to write that before.

What ever happened to the school magazine? I'm supposed to be co-editing it, I'd like to know.

You'll have to excuse me, my mind's a bit of a blehh-ful mush (once more).

It gets to this time and all is quiet and I'm like 'hmm...' and my mind wanders :)
Now, it has the potential to fuel PERFECT creativity, or it can just be a flippin' pain.
Tonight I'm going with flippin' pain.

Another flippin' pain? My flippin' knee. Water on it or something? Never seen so many pills in my life. Pink smarties.

Ohhh, the sarcasm (and pure nonsense) is just a-flowing now.

I don't even THINK I'm in a bad mood either, just a tad confused, tired and fed up? Every single lesson at dear school is either a muckaround or a past paper, just bring on the exams and let them be OVERRRRR, I want to sleep and do lazy stuff.

*insert rant about Lutterworth and them slapping me in the face metaphorically by stopping me from doing EPQ and putting me on waiting lists for something that isn't my fault*
*insert light-hearted comment about touring around Hinckley with the fiancee and son today*
*insert another comment about exam leave*
*insert irritated comment about my face*
*insert general mooooaaaaaan*

"When I grow up, I want to be a penguin. Or a flute."

Or, in the words of my beloved shirt in the eyes of Burty, "When I grow, I want to be a rock star."

"Get out of my house."

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.