In a very unusual way...

...I think I'm in love with you.
...I want to cry.
Something inside me goes weak, something inside me surrenders,
And you're the reason why...

You don't know what you do to me,
You don't have a clue,
You can't tell what it's like to be me looking at you...


From Nine, which I STILL haven't seen...apparently it's rubbish anyway.

NO, I'm not depressed (exactly), I just want to write decent lyrics like these and I'm supposed to be learning these for my exam after last year's interesting episode.




Maybe I'm also making a vague point.

I can't believe I compared her to fajitas....

My brother is listening to that 'If ya think I'm seeeeexy' song by Rod Stewart. There is something very wrong about this.

Wahey, it's half term.

Doesn't really feel like it what with being on leave (lol I sound like I'm in the army...imagine me in the army...) but HEY, I'll enjoy it just the same.

Apart from Tuesday when they're dragging me to the dentist. Gulp.

Ohhhhh dear, if only you knew how frustrating this was.

EEP, I have the mixer and fancy mics back, and this week I have a huge list of stuff I'm recording. 9 songs at the moment. Any requests, let me know, DISTRACT ME FROM THE HORRORS OF REVISION.

*mumble mumble* evil Chemistry exam *mumble mumble groan*

Know how my knee was playing up a few weeks ago? Now my other knee is! Not quite as painful, but it clicks really loud and gets all achey :/ Boo for me. Get out the mini violins.

He has Robbie on now. I'm not ashamed to say I'm a Robbie fan.

Please don't slap me.

Build me up and knock me down like the worthless pile of Lego bricks I always have been.

Well, isn't this a wonderful, quiet existence :')
I've never felt so lonely in my life.

In fact, I feel as lonely and misunderstood as a snowboarder in Malibu.

And we strive on...

Damn you, chromatography. Damn you and all these phases you seem to be going through. You're more of a drama queen than this very blogger.

Yes, yes, readers, tomorrow is the Chemistry exam. Got a LOAD of notes done actually, I dare say I worked pretty damn hard (erm, well, in comparison to Monday especially)....yet there is still stuff I haven't a clue about, so I'm having a panic, but it's okay because I'll read over these (probably inaccurate) notes a dozen times over before 9am.

Things aren't all terrible...
I'VE BAGGED THE NICE MIXER BACK.

Yes, the wonderful mixer is in my clutches once more, and tomorrow I'm being lent the nice microphones and the like so I can do lots and lots and lots more recording. I have a list of covers I'm planning.
Remember Shooting Star by Air Traffic? 'Pretty if the sun don't shine, I'll be coming up to meet you, I'll be there to make you miiiine...'
Well, this Taylor is putting her own 'funk-reggae' twist on it. Dig that my fine fellow. *cough*

Still rather need a new guitar though. AND CASH. Don't get me wrong, I can't bear to part with my gorgeous black acoustic, but I need room for one I can actually record easily with :/

I feel like I'm about to dump an innocent, unsuspecting lover.
Pah, yeah, like I'd ever get an innocent one of those ;)
No worries, I shall find it a nice new home.

All you theatrical peoples, I recommend you go forth unto my Facebook wall and click on the link my ol' pal Alison has left me. Okay, so it's just 13 the musical, nothing TOO special (although pretty special since it is the god-like JRB), but the guy who does a commentary of it is hilarious!!! Watch his eyes!
And...S-LUTTTT.

Pah, Facebook makes me (occasionally cry and) chuckle like a chuckle-brother. It's 'the only place where you can write on a wall and not look stupid' or whatever. I love how I pop on a quick status about revision and scurry off, and then I come back and 12 people like it. 12 people. So much for 'STUDY' leave, more like 'Let's-go-laze-and-moan-on-Facebook' leave.

My neck really hurts.

I shouldn't have moaned about being lonely, now 5 people are binging me all at once on MSN.

Oh well, what goes around, comes around, as I learnt from Penguins of Madagascar today. Twas quite amusing. Interesting accompaniment to titrations. WHICH I STILL CAN'T DO.

Justin Timberlake also taught us that very phrase once too, I believe. But not titrations.

Wellll, slap me with a fish and call me Jason. I'm out of here.

Wish us chemists good luck for 9am tomorrow?

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*