Everything looks better when the sun goes down...

Errrrmm.....no it really doesn't :) In fact, it looks darker.

Wayne Rooney really does look like Shrek.
I don't get the whole World Cup craziness thing? Call me pessimistic, but come on, I really don't think we're going to win. Go ahead and buy your themed fridges and make ape-like noises (beer in hand) in front of giant TV screens....but when the Yanks thrash us tomorrow, maybe you'll realise how pointless it is.

Football kind of makes me really angry, because I sit watching a load of grown up boys running around a giant field chasing after a ball, and wonder...why the hell are you getting paid ridiculous amounts of money when hard-working peoples of this fair land are getting paid peanuts for doing productive stuff that MATTERS?

Where is everyone tonight? They've all run AWAY.

Look, there goes Ellen, fading into the distance...

HELL WEEK IS GODDAMN OVER AT LAST. I feel so drained. Yay for 3 day weekends.

Not so 'yay' for 3 day weekends that are spent having to hang around to be sociable, then chasing your Dad on a trailer with his school band, and then revising the idiocy of America and that angry, greedy German guy with a tash.

3 more left...I think I might JUST be able to make it now...

A series of blurs, like I never occurred...

Today, my brother decided to give me some advice on my Post-16 choices.

I'd told him gleefully (lol...GLEE) how after tomorrow morning I'll never ever ever have to do Maths again, and he descended into...

"Oh what's the POINT man, that's shit, you're going to get an A bloody star and you're not even doing it? What the EFF man?! (he thinks he's hard but he does actually just say the letter F, not the actual F-word...idiot). Why do you pick the choices you're rubbish at, pick maths you crap singer."

I really do hope he becomes a Connexions advisor :') Or maybe he'll get all enlightened and become a vicar or something.

It really is rather frustrating when you'd quite like to just be there but you know you can't.

Oh well. Maths revision maybe?

Eyes like the summer, all beauty and truth...

If ever there was a time to kick myself or throw my head at the wardrobe Dobby-style...it would be now. Feel a bit of an idiot again :')

Overtired, stressed over nothing....anyone offering any free slaps? Or a fastpass to summer? That'd be also good...

ARGH Hayley has just introduced me to Death Cab for Cutie and I think I'm in love. Shame, I don't think my bank account is ready for all this love. It's a little bit...well, erm, empty.

I'm so tired the slightest hint of sugar is sending me rather overexcited at the moment, I have moments where I'm practically 4 again...not good when I'm in charge of the oven because I have to force-feed my brother. He thinks I'm going to kill him with my cooking. Honestly.

Halfway through examness! Halfway through bloody hell week, too. Seriously, bloody hell. I sound like Ron. (What's with all these Potter references?!?!...all 2.)

MEHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

At least the absolute worst day is out of the way now. Although, it wasn't the paper this morning that was terrifying, twas more my desk. It decided to half collapse on me at one point, and made this huuuge BANG noise which echoed throughout the entire gym. Smooth.
And then I was sat directly under the bell, and so leaped out of my chair at least twice.

My back is so sore at the moment.

The weather should make up its mind.

www.reverbnation.com/bethanytaylor ....MERCI.

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.