Take my hand and let's jump out the window...

Oh for the love of Todd.

So, killer singing exam next week right? What does my idiotic throat decide to do?
It's gone all attention-seeking on me just cos it doesn't like pollen, so now I'm suffering from hay fever and I've been put on anti-hysteria pills or whatever they're called. ARGH.

Just as things were looking up the Gods of illness hath frowned down on me :/

HOWEVER, by some other miracle of nature I'm now rich enough to buy the guitar I want, and I may even be getting a small job after the summer doing some singing teaching :O

My teaching plans will go something like this...

Lesson One, how to avoid pollen cause you'll get fever of the hay meaning you can't even sing in the first place and and how you shouldn't consume fizzy drinks before vocalising to prevent self-explosion.
Lesson Two, how to open your mouth and make noise come out.
Lesson Three, how to make that noise high or low.
Lesson Three, turning the high and low noise into actual music.
Lesson Four, dramatic faces for performance. (including an optional course on eyebrow movement for Emma Watson fans...of which there are few)
Lesson Five, how to survive and destroy serial cases of laryngitis, pharyngitis and other such evils.
Lesson Six, the basic survival guide to choir and how you will find it life-changing.
Lesson Seven, the Mount Everest of the course.....how to screech a Top C and deal with any abuse Juliette and Ellingwoof give you for doing so, e.g. using you in Glee fanfiction or in Juliette's case, general murder.

Then all the students will get a certificate, a free packet of spearmint Polos and a video of me proclaiming "WOOHOO congratulations young warrior, off you trot into the wonderful world of Disney. Or maybe just Music."

Personally I'd do it all just to get the free Polos.

Barstow and I have started writing some more for Little Dorrit, after a rather large break...the West End is looking ever closer....HAHAHAHA.

Talking of West End, as I told Ellingwoof earlier, Lucie (Jones, from the X Factor who lost to Jedward in one round which made me stop watching it) has just been cast as Cosette alongside the curly-haired, squeaky-voiced Jonas brother...Nick is his name?
This follows news that some absolute IDIOT in LA has cast Vanessa Hudgens as Mimi in Rent....JUST WHY.
As I said, next they'll have the Bieber as Glinda or something as equally ridiculous.

It must be said though, I was really surprised by Curly Jonas, he actually sounds very MANLY as Marius...I didn't even believe it was him at first. And I do like Lucie :D

And I was very happy to hear earlier from Ellingwoof that good ol' Lauren from Hinckleyland who came 3rd place in the Dorothy programme has now been cast as Sandy in Grease :') Congratulations to her :D
Personally I don't really like that show myself, but she deserves a decent role treading the Laaaandaaan town boards :)

Before I depart however, I must lament the strange, embarassing antics of my parents, starting with my Dad. I do love him dearly, but sometimes he's so utterly stupid.
Last Friday we went off to Godspell (which was actually brilliant and hilarious and insane) and in the interval we'd ordered drinks at the bar. They were sitting on the side and this guy happened to be standing next to them with his own beer sitting next to them. Ellingwoof and I get our own drinks and then my Dad totally misses the fact his own full bottle of beer is sitting there and steals the man's drink. OH LORDY. The guy's face was a picture...

And THEN, yesterday my mother threw away my toothbrush for NO REASON, then had a go at me because she threw it away, then demanded I go to Tescos with her to pur-CHASE a new one. So I picked one up and then she dragged me round the ENTIRE shop (and it's huuuuuge at Rugby) looking for nail varnish remover.

HONESTLY MOTHER YOU WILL NOT FIND IT IN THE GRAVY AISLE.

And THEN, when we FINALLY got round to paying for it (she took literally half an hour to decide on buying a new work skirt), she gets her credit card stuck between the machine and the holder...
HOW CAN YOU EVEN DO THAT?!?!?!
The poor bemused woman on the till had to use a pen to get it out. And THEN, my Mum was like 'Oh, is the slot on the top then?' and proceeded to stab the top of the machine where there is absolutely NO slot.
Finally, I shoved her card in the right place.
She said to the woman on the till, "I bet this happens a lot", and got no reply.
OF COURSE IT DOESN'T.

Oh my lord, the embarassment. Yes, I did walk off and hide behind the trolley...

Apologies for the mammoth post, dear readers ;)

I've got books to write, I've got things to do, I go out my door and bump into you...

Catch Me If You Can. The musical. Written by the Hairspray peoples.
AND NORBERT IS STILL IN IT!

Yes dear readers, I'm still very very very bored, as you can probably tell.

I MISS YOU.
Exam leave is a lonely business. However, I've accquired quite a taste for opera. And Wimbledon. And angel slices.

I need a job. No, scrap that, I just need cash.

I can't even songwrite; I'm going through another one of these phases where I can't write a word, which hopefully means by the end of August there'll be a week where I'll write 7 whole songs.

It really doesn't seem 5 minutes since Christmas.

I dreamed there was an angel who could hear me through the wall...

I'm bored. SO bored. But in a good way... don't get me wrong, I really really really appreciate the fact I no longer have any work to rant about, it's just I have nothing to do for the next hour and I've resorted to this.

I'm also tired. TIRED?!?! I haven't done ANYTHING.

Nothing's ever right for me. I rant when I'm depressed, I rant when I'm relatively happy. A slap si vous plait?

ARGH 2 weeks today.

:O People are talking to me :') This is one karate kick in the face of my pointless boredom.

Erm, I'm not getting very far with this at ALL, so I'm off. Ta-rah :D

The more she ignores me, the more I adore her.

Nothing quite like the feeling of unwantedness, eh? :)

OHH IGNORANT PEOPLE OF THIS (UN)FAIR LAND, STOP BEING IGNORANT AND RUUUUUUDE.
They are also on my list of irritations, joining people who don't text back, people who don't text back after starting a coversation and people who let you down last minute and make life difficult.

Not having to do any work for the first time in forever is quite a surreal feeling. I laze around like a right lazy person and do nothing and watch daytime TV rubbish and it's amaaaaazing.
HMMMM freedom :') Freedom, beauty, love....look at me all going all boho on you.

Trust me to go and get a stonking cold in the middle of bloody JUNE though. Mother dearest calls it a 'release of stress'.
I call it 'hay fever'.
It's insane, every so often my whole head tries to explode and I have 4 violent sneezes in a row. And then my throat gets all itchy. Then the dog charges at me and tells me off because you're not allowed to sneeze or cough in her presence.

Bit annoying though considering I have/am/will be performing for the first half of this week in various concert-related events and then that exam o' mine is a-looming on the horizon.

My brother secretly created me in his cricket game and tried to make me bald. Oh what flattery.

Suddenly someone was there at the window...

So today I went and saw this new film with Emily Blunt, Bill Nighy and Rupert Grint in it - it's about an assassin who ends up protecting the girl he's supposed to kill. And it's great and everything, but it's kind of freaked me out a bit since I'm now convinced that every stranger on the street kills for a living.

What if they do? Bet you didn't think about THAT.

Now I have unlimited time to do sweet fluff all, I thought to keep my mind off the rubbish that usually floats around it, I'd give myself a project - music related, course.
And with all the emotionalness that had been going on over the past few days, I found myself REALLY inspired and began penning a piano piece which then became a piano and miscellaneous woodwind instrument piece which then became a piano and oboe piece. I had it all worked out and forced Daisy to become my personal oboeist until the work was done.

Thing is, I started writing it down today and got a bit carried away, and a few hours later it was all finished.
It is now also 5 and a half minutes long. WHOOPS. That fiancee of mine better have good stamina when it comes to playing it through, bless her heart and soul.

Mehhh, maybe it'll all pay off when I force my way into the RAM or RCM or Guildhall or whatever. And when I'm writing for Toy Story 27 or a McDonalds advert I'll remember my sad days in front of a keyboard writing, while other 16 year olds did things far less geeky.

ARGH time just runs away too damn quick.

I think I might sue OCR. I STILL have the Bee Gees in my head.
Plus, I could do with the cash.

She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes...

WAHEY people, I made it to 100...post-wise, not in age, that's ridiculous.
100 posts. Don't ask me how.

I was actually going to wait till I was in a better mood before I wrote this post, because I knew it'd have to be all happy and celebratory and all that jazz.

But to hell with that. This is me, after all.

In fact, why not open with one more dear, infamous rant? Plenty of things to rant about, so little time.
It's really irritating me that the majority of people who see the new John Lewis advert have no idea that Fyfe Dangerfield is only COVERING She's Always a Woman, and that Billy Joel (who happens to be my ultimate musical inspiration) actually penned the genius song. I have heard him sing it live.

What's that? You don't care? Let me stare you down (metaphorically with my height, course) and laugh in your face as I try not to care that you don't care about something I care deeply about.

IT'S ACTUALLY OVER. No more exams till next year! Apart from Grade 8, which is looking a little concerning at present, tbh. As of today I have 2 weeks to learn a whole new song. Damnit.
Don't even get me started on the aural and sight-singing thing. *shivers*
Thing is, this exam means quite a lot to me, however sad that may sound, and I want to do well. 4 years of singing lessons all leads up to this one final exam. It's a big 'un.

Ellingwoof is sending me texts about Guys and Dolls since she's gone before me - I'm going on Sunday :') LOVE that show, LOVE the theatre at Kilworth House, so it should be pretty good.

OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU BUT YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I WANT TO SLAP YOU RIGHT NOW. You make everything so so soooo complicated. Just stop being so difficult, please.

GUESS WHAT?!?!?! For the first time in decades, I have real life cash! I have no idea how but it seems I've accquired myself quite a bit of dosh over a relatively small period of time!! Every inch closer to this new guitar, HMMMMMMM. Found a perfect one :')

I'm trying to plan for summer since at the moment it's all just plain nothingness, but it seems everything I've looked forward to recently has either just not materialised or has been an utter let down. So maybe there's no point anyway?

I've had Tragedy in my head all evening. Twas the first question in the Music exam, and now it just won't leave me alone.

Maybe, but not what she deserves....

Everyone is being so difficult tonight?!?!

Worst of all being that Shrek lookalike Rooney who should just go back to his swamp. I got roped into watching that absurd match, and if they are supposed to be the best this country's got....we don't have much hope.

I can't catch for toffee but I think I'd have been more use in goal.

Piazza, New York Catcher on repeat. Incredible song. I could possibly listen to it all night.

I came on here to give me something to do, but I'm annoyed so I'm leaving now. BYE :)