It's just a silly phase I'm going through...

Oh! Look! I survived the lit exam.

Oh! Look! My right hand didn't. I pity the poor examiner who has to decipher my abominable handwriting.

Oh! Look! A bed covered in a duvet of sweet GRAPHICS REVISION. Mehhhhhhhh.

I'm sitting here aimlessly strumming a G chord.

There's so much music I could record, especially new songs I've written and the like, but my microphone hates me. If anyone has a spare recording studio kicking about, I'm your new best mate.

I have big plans for school performances too, thanks to an epiphany at 6pm this evening. Year 11 awards, Don't Stop Believing, and the end of term concert, Taylor the Latte Boy. I'm brilliant. *coughs dramatically, choking*

Someone talk to me and help distract me.

I was searching, you were on a mission...

Utterly cheesed off.

I ask you for a bit of comfort. I simply ask you to lend me your ear for a minute or 2 because you're the only one who ever understands.
But no, it's fine.

And then, someone else strolls onto the scene in a different corner and throws all the paperwork on the floor and makes a mockery of my LIFE, before taking the one thing I'm proud of away from me.

TODDDDD.

My brother just said 'Goodbye alligators', I think someone needs to tell him it's 'see you later alligator'...

OHO LAMENT FOR CASH.

I seriously am worried about tomorrow now. Sort of accidentally wasted today a little. Revised a teaspoon of Chemistry and read through my Lit notes, but I know I should've done a lot more...I'll regret it I'm sure.
OH WELL.

Let's blame technology for my downfall. And you. Just triple DAMN you with extra mayo on top.

(Not you, you're nice, don't worry.)

That's not baroque, that's Lady Gaga.

HAHA, look at me, I can successfully upload photos onto a blogging site.

I do adore that hat of mine.

It's been another GLORIOUS day :') It's amazing what a bit of lovely weather can do to your mood.
My arms are beginning to itch, but I don't care :')

I even did actual English revision today!!! Proud.

And tomorrow I don't have to get up at stupid o' clock to catch a smelly bus, ohhh no, instead I'll roll out of bed and then confine myself to the garden with Chemistry and Graphics revision for company. Should be interesting considering I don't think I learnt anything over 2 years of Graphics (*sigh* Graphics :/) and since everytime I open my Chemistry guide I find something else I don't know.

Actually quite glad the Lit exam is over first though. I can't wait to get rid of Lord of the Flies, what a disgusting book.

You have no idea how tempted I was to throw my copy out of the open window earlier.

'Somebody's closing my window...'

Aha, Darwin Deez's Radar Detector is the perfect summer song, it makes me feel so happy :D Need some more of his stuff...

I actually need more cash too.

However, I believe more cash will mean more work is needed. BLEH. *continues to be lazy slob*

If you've heard (and been amused by) the infamous story involving me having an unfortunate encounter with a bush whilst riding a bike, well...this is that very bike. A bit too small for me now, but it's occasionally used to protect other bushes from cricket balls. Not from my weight though.

There are days we want always to remember, and there are days we try to forget...

Right, right, right, Sophie now HAS to win Over the Rainbow, not just because she has pretty hair and a nice voice, but also because my evil mother wants Danielle (the one who can't act who my brother thinks looks like Hayley) to win, and because she dared to badmouth Lauren.

Okay, so i admit I'm not overly surprised Lauren isn't through. But I've no doubt she's got an AMAZING theatrical career ahead of her.

SOPHIE FOR THE WIN NOW.

My week may have been utter trash, but last night and a WONDERFUL afternoon today did in fact make up for it.
For twas Nick's 18th last night, where the birthday boy managed to introduce me to everybody he could as Taylor, prompting someone to say 'Sorry, but I can't remember your name...I know your surname though?'
It's all because apparently saying BETHANY Taylor doesn't 'feel right' to him.
Oh well, he sang Michael Buble, we'll let him off.

Then today, OH MY GOSHY GOSHNESS, we actually had REAL LIFE SUNSHINE!
Ended up treking over to my Grandad's for an afternoon of cricket like the posh shortie I am.

I also used the opportunity to test out our new camera as a way of jumping on the photography bandwagon (because I'm boring and unoriginal like that)....

Oh. It appears you'll have to go on Facebook to see some examples of my mediocre creativity. Blogger is being a pain in the backside and won't let me upload anything.

Shame, I was going to post this brilliant picture of my brother in his batting stance that he banned me from putting up on Facebook. His face is a picture...literally. It really is quite funny. And since he has no idea I have a blog, I was going to treat you all.

Nah, still nothing. Oh well.

Well, well, well. Exam leave, here we are. I promised myself a totally free day today to just laze, but I suppose I'll actually have to do some sort of revision later.

OHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Leachy boy is using absurd language at me just because I dared to flick my way through a city breaks brochure thingy while Doctor Who was on.
IT BORES ME.

But bless Matt and his odd face :) I remember when you all hated him.

*awaits uproar from controversial comment*

I'm actually vaguely happy :') Even if once again you've failed to reply to my text after you started the conversation :')

OHHHHH I THINK IT'S WORKED?!?!?!









I'm so good when it comes to technology. *cough*

You can look right through me, walk right by me...and never know I'm there.

I need to learn to NOT pick the super hot curries.

I thought Friends was on right now, but apparently I'm wrong. It seems I'm permenently wrong at the moment. I don't even know if I can spell anymore.

'Testicles' has just signed in. Charming.

Social Interview questons confuse me. Heck, talk about the awkwardness currently littering my wall...

Surprised at the number of people who've let me down/ignored me/done both this week. Plain rudeness. The song Class from Chicago comes to mind here: "Whatever happened to nice manners and good breeding?..." etc etc etc.
This could also lead into another mini rant about people who don't reply to texts in text conversations they've started. Just...why?

My brother is screaming for some Rhys to come and heal him. I think he's on COD.

Waiting for this mood to pick up but I don't seem to be getting far :/

Bored, lonely, and I seriously can't wait for 3:10 tomorrow.

Like snowflakes in the ocean...

TEEHEE, I'm obsessed with this song, I was right.

That was a rather psychotic 'teehee' there, see.

This week is just one long, throbbing headache. I NEED A HUG.

I almost wrote jug there, but I don't need no jugs right now, ta.

Last ever GCSE Music lesson today. And last EVER French. My Music folder is rather beautiful now after suffering abuse in the form of 'good luck paragraphs' from my fellow musicians. We were a good group though :') PANINI PANINI....

Every now and then I fall apart *modulation*.

Tomorrow is our last ever Graphics lesson. I'm going to get emotional. I HATE the subject with a fat passion, but it's just not going to be the same without Burty and Ellingwoof next year. The 3 Musketeers will be no more. I almost wrote 32 there.

Thank god there's NOT 32 of us. The world suffers enough.

I'm a fool. *sigh*

I can't see an easy way to get out of this.

Hmm. Yeah, I don't get you either.

I can't be doing with any of this right now. I just want sleep.

And I can feel another cold coming on. IN MAY.

Hmm. If only you were simple and I was slightly less pathetic.

I almost had a heart attack just then because I thought my Dad had hoovered up some new lyrics o' mine, and then I realised I'd actually emailed them to myself so I hadn't lost them at all.
But I'd forgotten to write down the actual chords you sort of have to play. Otherwise it's just a poem.
Not that I really care.
And you don't care either. Especially you there, in the back.

Everything is SO difficult.

Get out of my house, and while you're at it, my head.