You can be anything you want to be, just turn yourself into anything you think that you could ever be...

Today, dear readers, something magical happened.

Today, I walked past the huge bag of doughnuts in our kitchen and DID NOT stop to sneak one out.

But, that's not all...I walked past them and sraight into the garden, where I sat down for 2 and a half hours straight....AND REVISED.

If only that had happened a little more this week....

My leg itches. May be due to the small fact that my brother kicked a load of stinging nettles at me earlier, charming boy. All because I thrashed him at cricket.
*mean laugh* that was fun...

It's his birthday tomorrow. He pretty much lined us all up earlier and told us that we WOULD be getting up at 8am tomorrow, and that we WOULD be happy ALL day. Oh dear lord above.

I'm going to throw a few links at you now...

Firstly, miraculously I'm now, like, 4th in the local pop charts on ReverbNation - this is rather amazing. And amusing.
Fancy signing up to become a fan so I can badger you freely with my latest news? LOL, news.
www.reverbnation.com/bethanytaylor

Then the other night Roz forced me - literally, she beat me viciously to the ground and demanded it - to get deviantArt, which is this amazing site where people showcase artsy stuffs, and I think it's incredible because people give you llamas. NO JOKE.
Firstly, go go go and have a look at her page, because no matter what she says she's actually pretty damn brilliant:
reginald-tribianni.deviantart.com

Then, go to my very own mediocre page in comparison, because I'm going to keep putting up hilarious pictures of my brother without his knowledge ;) Occasionally, of course. There are also random flowers and pictures of blurry locks up there to make me seem creative.
t-t-t-taylor.deviantart.com

I'm all linked out now. DOUGHNUT(S) TIME.

I thought the day would never come...

LOL.





It's so much nicer than Myspace....www.reverbnation.com/bethanytaylor

I'm like 307 in the Leicester charts, take me higher beloved readers!!

Some new stuff up here too :)

You turn every head but you don't see me...

Ohhhh Blogger. This is what it comes down to. 23:42 and no one's around/willing to listen to my venting, so here I am. For after all, you're the only pers...sorry, 'thing' guaranteed to sit and nod sympathetically - even if you lack the means to sit or nod. Or listen.

I don't even care that you can't set me up with a cuppa (not tea though, I don't drink tea) or give any decent advice back, I'm just grateful for you being here. Thanks man. Or woman, if you're an oestrogen-filled webpage instead.

I love how Glee sang to me tonight. I'd lost interest in it, and was staring blankly at my phone, when all of a sudden I heard 'Beth...' and saw Puck getting all emotional at my face. Or maybe just my name.

I don't want to visit the dentist tomorrow. I never used to get scared or anxious beforehand, but a few weeks ago I found a small painless hole in the back of one of my teeth, so as you can imagine I'm a little apprehensive.
I don't understand why they decide to stick fingers in your mouth and think THAT'S an appropriate time to start a conversation? For one thing, I have other things on my mind at that point (like OMG these gloves taste weird) and another, I CAN'T ACTUALLY REPLY with you poking my tongue.

Today was entirely unproductive. End of. Did about 10 minutes revision on Divided Union stuff then got distracted by my theatrical cousin. OH WELL.

Of all the people in the world, it HAD to be you.

Someone come talk to me? I can't be doing with sleep just yet.

The opposite of war isn't peace, it's creation...

So, I've decided to become a semi-professional bass player to get some cash rolling (at snail pace) in. I've been informed that I'm not actually too bad on the old 4-string, and that with a little more experience I could be on my way to getting some decent jobs.
And pit band jobs (playing in bands for shows) pay VERY well. Like, really well. £200 a week?
Especially nice for bassists, since we're a rare breed...

Sadly though, I have to make sure my bass guitars are small, because not only do I lack in height but I also need bigger hands.

That sounded a lot better in my head. Maybe it should've stayed there.

OHHH I love Rent. As in the musical, not the stuff you have to pay, eww.
Okay, so at the moment if I hear Seasons of Love once more I may just throw something, but Tango: Maureen came up on the iTodd earlier and I sat and listened through the ENTIRE show again! :')

Alright, so maybe I shouldn't have played La Vie Boheme for my Grandma (why, you ask? MUCHO MASTURBATION) but it's an awesome song. One day I WILL stand on a table in a restaurant and sing it. Who's with me?

I really wanted to watch the film again, even if it is a bit rubbish, but my DVD has been unwillingly lent to some drama teacher I don't even know by father dearest, so that plan went through the window...

I got home and fell asleep on my bed. Don't ever fall asleep with your phone next to your face, like I did AGAIN today. It's terrifying.

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?