Hold your breath, count to ten, fall apart and start again...

*insert sarcastic comment about the logical unexpected and keeping my mouth shut*

You know the drill...
12th August - Rock on the Rec, Harborough
20th August - Live Music Night, The Piano Room (Lutterworth)
21st August - Charity Concert with Becky, Ullesthorpe

Really can't be bothered to shove the details up there tonight, I'm sure you know where to find them by now though...

If you're even still interested...if you were even interested to start with...

Anyone left NOW?! Give us a wave?...

We'll taste the coffee houses...

I love how my Spotify goes from Ke$ha to Nine, this could only happen to me. DON'T SHOOT ME. There is a reason I'm listening to Ke$ha, come along to the Charity Concert with Becky and you might find out why...

This post's title is from one of my favourite songs EVER, 'Piazza, New York Catcher' by Belle and Sebastian (it's also used in Juno). Seemed an appropriate quote considering my day was pretty caffiene-fuelled.

I took the looooong long bus journey up to Hinckley today so Roz could shoot me...just with her camera, course. She's not a murderer.
Seemed a good deal really...my profiles now look better and she gets a load of new stuff for her portfolio :)
And her results are awesome...



Our current favourite. LOL.

She's brilliant, go go go to reginald-tribianni.deviantart.com for more of her stuff :)

We even got caught in some SUMMER RAIN. Haha..hahahha...

I feel like I'm at the Oscars. I'd now like to thank Ellingwoof for the kind donation of her guitar capo, now Costa has near bankrupted me...again.

OH OH OH, new gig people :) Live Music Night, Friday 20th August, The Piano Room in Lutterworth...it's £10 a ticket, but this also includes fancy free food and a disco.
Lol, disco. Makes think of the GCSE revision song...

Maybe, just MAYBE one day my blog will be about something less musical?

How do you document real life, when real life's getting more like fiction each day?

Okay, I have nothing to put here since I'm pretty boring and have done pretty much nothing.
For the next few weeks, I warn you, these random posts from me that pop up on your 'dashboard' will just be me virtually prodding you about various gigs I've somehow acquired.

*breathe*

12th August. Rock On the Rec, Symington's Rec, Market Haborough. A load of bands and artists are around from 4:30-9 but if you want to make ME happy, I'm onstage in the acoustic tent at around 6:45 for probably about half an hour. If I don't get thrown off.
The best thing? The entire festival is FREE. WOO.

All us acts for it have just got an email through from the organsiers, telling us it's an alcohol-free zone and that we can't swear.
*rewrites a crude version of Summer Rain*

21st August. Chequers Country Inn, Ullesthorpe. 7:30-9ish. Becky Orton and I. All for charity, £3.50 tickets.
Becky's about to go away, so terrifyingly I seem to be in charge of things for this at the moment. Oh God. Just come for us, okay?! Please?!

And no Ellingwoof, sadly you're not allowed to bring objects to throw at me.

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I feel like a part of my childhood is over. I saw Toy Story 3 today, finally. Ohhhh bless Woody and Buzz.

"I'm more of a man than you'll ever be, and more of a woman than you'll ever get."

YES, as we speak, I'm converting someone else to Rent. This is good. Very good.

VIVA LA VIE BOHEME.

Rock On the Rec, 12th August, 4:30 - 9:00, Symington's Rec, Market Harborough. IT IS NOW FREE.

Charity Concert, 21st August, 7:30 - 9:00, Chequer's Country Inn at Ullesthorpe. £3.50 COME COME COME PEOPLE :)

Few more possible jobs being lined up now too :) OHO The things we do for love.

Hmm, yes, let's give that more emphasis. The things we do for love, indeed.

The air is humming...

So, at the moment, life has decided to COMPLETELY jump up and surprise me.

Like, I return from the end of term concert last week to find on Facebook I had a friend request and a message from someone I haven't spoken to (for various reasons)for 3 years. It was surreal but great, and we sat and had an hour long conversation.
You know what? Didn't feel awkward at all.

And then, my exam results came through for singing. Permission to brag?
91/100, giving me a good distinction. Grade 8? Bloody hell. Think the examiner was hiding a spliff under the table or something...seriously though, maaaaan I was so happy when I found out.

And THEN, last night I got told something COMPLETELY unexpected. And as I said to the person in question, I think it's time I started expecting the logical unexpected, because it's when you don't expect it to happen that all the amazing and/or bizarre stuff DOES happen.

Am I making any sense? No?

How's about this for making sense...Leachy boy just gave me a detailed story about his 10 year old self and a piano stool. Yeah, THAT really didn't make much sense to me, but the sheer level of bizarre-ness was brilliant.

I felt bad for not blogging, so here ends my post.
The logical unexpected, people. Go look up more Beethoven quotes.

You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows...

Burty, the title of this blog is dedicated to you and our Mchugh History lessons and general Bob Dylan-ness and your banjo.

It's amazing how one VERY unexpected message can completely change so much :) Pretty happy right now. Huge weight off the shoulders and, as the other person in question said, it should've happened a long time ago.

I have decided, this summer I shall begin learning the trumpet.

Ahhh The Corrs! :) I'd forgotten how amazing this band were. We used to listen to them ALL the time in the good ol' days....*sigh* the GOOD ol' days...

:O 2 GIGS FINALLY CONFIRMED PEOPLE.

FIRST...12th August - Rock on the Rec in Market Harborough (at a time yet to be confirmed but between 4:30 and 9)), in the acoustic tent on Symingtons Rec. WAHEY.

And then...21st August - Charity Concert with the one and only Becky Orton at Chequers Country Inn at Ullesthorpe, in aid of Leicester Animal Aid :) We have AMAZING plans for this. Tickets are £3.50 and are/supposedly will be from myself, Becky or Chequers.

It's all pretty exciting...those of you who are blessed with the delivery of the Swift Flash every Wednesday might just see our names on the front cover next week. LORDY IT'S LIKE WE'RE FAMOUS.

Please try and come if you can, especially to the charity one...it'd be lovely to see as many people as possible :)

Even if you hate the music, just bring earplugs and come for the bar or something.

Talking of concerts, twas the end of term one last night...many words could describe it, but I think it's best summed up by ROYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.

WHO IS ROY?!?!?!?! I'm going to offer that poor guitarist boy a lozenge, he had a VERY bad throat it sounded.
Apparently that's what that genre is all about, but I'm not sure.

Man in the Mirror wasn't a COMPLETE failure though, Ailish and I did well not to fall off the stage what with the ridiculous miniture gap Mr Dr left us between where we were and the edge of the stage.

Personally, I believe the stupidest moment of the night was when I had NO idea Laura and I were sneaking out quite as early as we were to do a presentation, so I frantically had to try and climb over the front row to get out. Thing was, as most of you will know, I'm not particularly graceful, and pretty short...and my legs just couldn't reach the damn ground, could they.
After I'd avoided kicking Harriet in the face by doing some Matrix-style roundhouse kick, I then lost my shoe and had to run along the front with said shoe in hand.
OH LORDY.
Glad I provided you with entertainment though, Ellingwoof. I could hear you laughing ALL the way out :P

We're cruddy juvenile delinquents. So that's what we give 'em.

GEEEEEEEEEEEEE Officer Krupke, my dentist must hate me for some unknown reason.

Today I had to get up at stupid o' clock to go for 3 fillings (it should be noted this ISN'T because I'm bad with the sugar thing, apparently it's the 'anatomy of my teeth') and when I got there she told me I wouldn't need an injection since the cavaties were so small.
So she did the first 2 and it was quick, simple and painless.
She then takes a look the other side of my mouth and started drilling. 'Hmm, it's going to be deeper than I thought. It might be a bit sensitive.'

A few minutes later and twas pure 'owww'. SO not fair. I would've probably hit that infamous high C if I hadn't clung on to the chair for dear life and crossed my legs in a very interesting way.
At least she apologised?
Right now I can't even eat or drink on that side of my mouth cos it's all tingly and the like :/

GOD Miss Dental Person, at least judge it properly before you tell me it'll be painless.

Then went out for lunch with that father o' mine, bless him, he had the day off today but I'm not sure why, twas some kind of training day but they'd already had the training so they didn't have to go in?
Things are a bit odd there at the moment anyway.

STOP MAKING ME WANT CHOCOLATE, THERE IS NONE IN THE HOUSE :/

Still worried about the singing exam; I have a really bad feeling about it since the examiner was acting all weird and I dunno...I just don't feel too good. He kept shaking his head, and my Dad said it was probably just a nervous twitch, but I doubt it because at times he was actually nodding or conducting along with the music...
I bet he'll be stupidly picky because it's Grade 8 and because sometimes I'm not as technical as I probably should be.
He was actually quite young for an examiner.

My Dad's just told me he'll hopefully be emailed the results on Monday. OH LORDY.

OHHHHHHHHHHH dreading it! :/ Not just saying that, either.

I'm so sad, it's got to the point where I'm blasting out Phineas and Ferb songs via Spotify.
God bless Spotify.

I can still sort of feel the drill on that tooth. EWWWWWWWWWWW.