Soon you'd leave me, off you would go in the mist of day...

Such a hardcore teenager I am.
Just been down ravin' to the proms like, Rodgers and Hammerstein, it's good sheeeeyat innit?

It's like, my Mum told me earlier I needed to do more 'teenage' things. I think she means she actually wants me to go out and get drunk and stuff. WTH.
It was almost as cringeworthy as the conversation we had at dinner about gay and lesbian teenagers, and how they can't possibly know how they feel or who they are. Please excuse me while I just go SCREAM ON THE ROOF.

Leachy boy just asked me for fashion advice. Oh, dear dear Stephen. Dear, dear misguided Stephen.

Wouldn't Gok Wan make a good Angel in Rent?

Argh as much as I obsess over new music theatre and the wonders of JRB etc etc etc, nothing beats traditional Broadway stuffs. If you don't know who Rodgers and Hammerstein are and you call yourself a musical theatre actor/actress, go slap yourself with a fish. HUH LEACHY BOY HUH? ;)

Today I spent a lot of money I shouldn't have spent. Maybe that makes me slightly more like the average teenager instead?

NO FEAR, I'm actually getting off my musical backside again and I'm throwing my CV around in various directions hoping for a response. Both my parents are convinced I'd get paid gooooood doing local singing teaching too, so I'm becoming a singing teacher. (They were SO enthsiastic earlier about me becoming one, twas most odd.)
Any takers for eing my first students? I'LL BRING BISCUITS?

Rather incredible last night celebrating Ellingwoof's momentous 16th.
Sadly the pictures of me are rather disturbing; I'd recommend you don't look at them if you don't want to be ill.
Had a proper good larrrrrrrf with the insane lunatics Ellingwoof managed to let loose from the asylum for the night. I do LOVE that bunch of people.
And ELlingwoof, in response to your blog, on behalf of Burty and myself, I must say we got swept up in the heat of the musical moment and had no idea we had to wait for the CD to sing Happy Birthday as well. Apologies.
We were going to sing it in harmony and in Turkish, but y'know, time and all. Maybe next year?

So earlier I was lonely and ended up watching the X Factor. Good God. I didn't think it could get much worse, I WAS SO VERY VERY WRONG.
But Katy Perry has pretty eyes and Louis is an idiot and he makes me laugh with his idiocy.
The fact they've admitted using autotune on the acts however is sickening. It's like when they use it on Glee when they don't even need it, EW EW EW.

Eurgh, started sorting out all my school stuff this afternoon. SO DEPRESSING. I love my disgustingly lazy summer routine :/

Your nightmares paint the silence...

This guy I know (and some of you dear readers may know him too) is an absolute legend. When I first heard about him, I hated him, and I didn't even know him...but we won't go into the reasons why. Then, he introduced himself to me last year, and (despite me being somewhat wary at first) we've always got on well since. I guess it helps he's a damn fine musician too.

I can come to him in any mood, with any problem, have pretty much any conversation with this guy, and yet I've never had the pleasure of meeting him in person. I guess that helps in a way when it comes to confiding in him though.
The thing I like most about this guy? His awesome advice. Tonight he's told me what he thinks the best solution is for my current 'situation', and I know he's right about it. Can I follow it through? I'm not so sure.

I also adore the fact he'll find me the most incredible songs, and he'll just KNOW I'll like them. If music was crack, he'd be my dealer.
No one else was really going to get me to listen to Metallica and Killswitch Engage, tbh.

OH MY GOD, my results have been so versatile. Not only have they got me taken out for a beautiful meal (that got gatecrashed by LC science teachers), they're also paying for my bus fare next week, BUT MOST EXCITINGLY AHHHHHHHHHHHH....

They've got me tickets to see my musical GOD Mr Jason Robert Brown.

Yes, JRB. The one I'm obsessed with. Jazz/theatre genius who wrote The Last 5 Years. AND he's playing in London, and I actually adore London. I don't care how much I had to pay for myself, I'm sure it'll be well worth it.
THEY CAME IN THE POST TODAY.

4 weeks tomorrow.
SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO excited.

In other news, today I became a white van (wo)man. Basically ma grand-mere is moving house next week, and it's a new place so she's getting rid of ALL her old furniture. We've come off pretty well though; we've got 2 new, much comfier sofas (compared to, as described by my brother, the 'old 1989 concrete benches' that used to reside in the lounge) a few chairs, a new double bed and a desk :)

There was one catch. We had to go and get it all.

*Hilarity and comedy sketch-style antics ensue.*
My Dad (bless his heart and soul) hired a little white van and then somehow I got coaxed with money into getting up at 8am (otherwise known as stupid o' clock, ewww). So there was my Dad, my brother and I all bobbing along down the road in this little white van, making countless journies to and from Harborough all morning, and in between journeys shoving sofas through doorways and throwing mattresses down stairs. Seriously, some parts were pretty damn comical, even by OUR standards.

I have to say I think I know where I get my streak of stupidity from now. We were in the van and my Dad was like 'Hmm, why isn't there a rearview mirror? We'll have to go back and get one...'
I was the one to point out there obviously wouldn't be one inside a van, with the huge actual storage part behind us and no window. THAT'S WHY THERE ARE HUGE WINGMIRRORS ARGH.
Next time he teases me about bushes I'll use this as a reminder.

The next few (hundred) lines I feel must be recorded for historical purposes, however I must say if you were not present at the LC End of Term Concert this year, don't bother reading it because you will be extremely confused and even more convinced of my lunatic status.
HA, knew you'd be more inspired to read it now.
My brother seemed to subconsciously know I needed a good larrrrf, and he came to me the other day telling me he'd written a story entitled 'ROYYY invades the world' (remember the scary metal band that kept screaming ROYYY and Barstow was like 'Who's Roy?' and I just thought he needed some Strepsils?)
It basically starts off with Ellingwoof bumping into this ROYYY character (who I assume is the guitarist guy) who screams ROYYY at her and she turns into 'a ROYYY'...but, as my brother points out, in glasses. Burty then tries to rescue Ellingwoof to the tune of Batman, except it goes NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA BURTONNNNN, and they ride in a Burtonmobile. But alas, ROYYY also turns Burty into a banjo-playing, hat-wearing ROYYY. ROYYY then goes on MSN and speaks to someone online. He sends them a file and they open it and it screams ROY ROY ROYYY (in 3D coming out of the screen, my brother points out) and turns them into a 'ROYYY'.
ROYYY invades the world. Summer Rain becomes Summer ROYYYY (and Ellingwoof raps on it about Twitter - this was rather amusing because according to my brother all rap music features 'WE SHUT IT DOWWWWN' and 'INNIT' and 'JASON DERUUUUULO' and numerous echoes), Facebook becomes ROYYY-Book, and Toy Story becomes ROYYY Story.
All this he made up, and somehow he managed to feature loads of people we knew in it and it was geniunely hilarious. I cried so much that night :')

Trying to read Hamlet for Lit (LOL almost wrote Hamley, something's rotten in the state of Denmark, it ain't no toy shop brother).
It's SO BLOODY DEPRESSING. Plus, every time I finish reading a scene I find my head starts to talk all Shakespearean and the like, and yesterday I tried to send a text after but it was plain odd talking like that...

Now the only question that remains for me tonight is do I follow the seemingly best advice or do I continue to wait? Last time things didn't end too well.

This has been a ramble. *hands bag of apologies*

I guess I'll wait another, but I will wait forever...

Guess the stresses of Hell Week and general Year 11-ness were all worth something then. Although I WAS convinced that they wouldn't have my envelope, because that would have to happen to me.
They proved me wrong, it was okay. Hope everyone's happy with what they got :)
2 A*s in Music and the 'other' English, 8 As and then a B in Graphics, which I very much expected since we never really knew what was happening;) I don't care about that at all, the lessons definitely are the highlights of my GCSE life.

So yeah, I'm really happy with the results :)
Wish I was geniuinely completely happy with things though. Still got this dragging ache at the back of my mind about something, but maybe if I'm patient we'll sort it. I goddamn hope we sort it soon. I'm never patient.

After 6 weeks or whatever I've finally started the holiday reading. Eurgh, I think I'd forgotten how to read. Almost done with the second book already though, WE'RE ON TRACK PEOPLE.

What else is there to report? Oho, the FREE CHARITY CONCERT WITH A BAR happened on Saturday. (I don't know why I continue to shout, there's not a lot to advertise anymore.)
Apart from a few minor stresses, slip ups and fluffed MJ covers on my part, it was a great night :) Becky reckons we raised almost £80 which is AWESOME considering it was all donations.
I don't think I'll be doing much tech work again in a hurry however.

A week on Monday we're back at school. 4 months today it's Christmas Eve.

I guess I'll wait another week...

I kinda feel I've been cheating on my blog a bit with Twitter. Whoops.

Oh well, not like I have anything new to say, apart from THE CHARITY CONCERT WITH BECKY IS THIS SATURDAY AT CHEQUERS AT 7:30 AND ENTRY IS FREE AND THERE'S A BAR AND ARGH just go to it.
Rehearsed with Becky last night and I'm about to meet her again, and we have great plans and ohhhh I'M SO EXCITED SO JUST GO TO IT.

Oho, the power of caps lock.

Seriously, when people type in caps lock, it does actually take me by surprise and sometimes even scares me. I'm such an idiot.

Sort of like this whole semi-pro musician thing I've got going on now, now I'm (almost) getting paid for working my backside off musically. Maaaaan, all the stuff you do to try and get yourself known a bit.
Writing the songs is hard enough, let alone forcing people to listen to them.

Bass players, especially the female ones, are a rare breed indeed however, and so I've got 3 jobs nicely lined up and ready before Christmas now. OHO.
It was a good idea to pick up an amazing instrument only a few other people bother with.
I don't have many good ideas.

Only trouble is with this bass-playing lark is that my gear is SO heavy and this Taylor is weak. Meh.

I want a flying carpet. Now THAT'S a good idea.

I don't understand why my dog is so against the doorbell. Why can't she be a welcoming host to guests like the rest of us have to pretend to be, instead of deafening them within the first few moments they arrive at the house?

Elliot Minor HMMMMM <3

About 5 people are on MSN, and I'm lonely. This is like a record, usually about 172 people are online about now.

I'm gonna go sleep for a bit like the lazy so and so I am before rehearsal.
TA-RAH :)

If only words broke windows...

So today was the day. First gig. In fact, first festival, too. Excited? Hell yes. Nervous? Definitely.

Pretty good day though in the end...apart from the storms. We certainly picked an interesting day weather-wise...

Think the actual set went okay, minus the first song, meh. But the tent was FUNKY (seriously, it was from funky tents.co.uk or something) and the crowd were good :) Some of the other acts were pretty awesome too (apart from the idiot band who tried to do Killing In The Name when we'd been told countless times fruity language was off limits...how stupid can you get?)
But yeah, even had a dressing room with a STAR ON THE DOOR :') Shared it with the 2 other acoustic acts who were lovely as well :)
Music and general art-ness introduces you to lovely lovely lovely people.

Bless Burty and Ellingwoof (i.e. the manager and publicist) for braving the rain and for coming all the way down to MH :')
Also saw someone we hadn't seen for AAAAAAAGES who we went High School with :) She greeted me with 'I'd forgotten how short you were'. NO COMMENT.

This new Hoosiers song is really growing on me.

Readers, I have sad news however. The Live Music Night at the Piano Room that was supposed to be next week has been CANCELLED due to lack of interest :/
It's so depressing throwing piles of tickets away.
Fingers crossed for a better response at Christmas or New Year?

So lonely tonight. WHERE IS EVERYONE?!?!?!

Really tired and in PAAAAAAIN. Ohh, how we must suffer for the art.

Now just have the charity concert to plan and rehearse for...Saturday 21st, Ullesthorpe blah blah blah FREE blah blah blah THERE'S A BAR.
It'll also be amusing because I think I'm doing sound as well at the moment. Things might blow up, so it might also turn into a free fireworks show.

I think I'll spend tomorrow sleeping and lazing first.

Sat right down on broken roses...

*guilt at forgetti...I mean, not being able to post*

Blog. Blog blog blog blog blog blog blog blog.

Blog doesn't feel like a word anymore.

This is actually take 2 of this bloody post, oh I ADORE crashing and the lack of auto-save features on this here site.

Run out of water. Can I be bothered to boogie on downstairs and get more? No. I've been so utterly lazy this summer it's disgusting.

Erm, Rock On The Rec. Thursday. Yeah, come.

OOOO, more incentive to come to the Charity Concert...it's now free. FREE.
FREE FREE FREE FREE FREE FREE FREE.
21st August, 7:30, Chequers in Ullesthorpe...and it's free.
Well, we'll be asking for donations. For the charity, doh.

This is why I don't post in summer. I actually have nothing to write about. I'm so boring. So boring, in fact, I bore myself.

Myself myself myself myself myself myself myself....myself is no longer a word.

You're lonely, I'm lonely, we're lonely...there's nothing else left to say.

Feels like a few forevers have passed since I last did one of these here posts.

If I start to wander/rant/spout a load of rubbish more frequently than usual, you'll have to excuse me. Some of us got up at 3am this morning to be dragged down to Heathrow to send our mothers off to Prague.

Mean Girls on the way down, then MCR blaring out the radio at 5am. Beautiful. Obligatory Mcdonald's breakfast at 6, before driving home to Rent blasting out the stereo, and going back to bed at about 7. For 3 hours.
The rest of the day was spent Wii-ing - the games console, idiots - and general musicalness and laziness, as per usual.

Rock on the Rec is about 10 days away, which is terrifying, as I'm still putting a setlist together.
And Facebook tells me about 3 people, myself included, are attending the charity concert Becky and I are holding.

COME ON PEOPLE, move your backsides! £3.50 tickets, a bar and it's Ullesthorpe, not exactly the North Pole.
Most importantly, it's for charity. 'ave an 'art, guv'nor.

So soon Ellingwoof and I will be launching my official YouTube channel, exciting times. Not only will you be able to listen to my mediocre creavity, but you will also be able to endure my actual image at the same time! Aren't you in for a treat?
Elliungwoof is awesome so she's going to be filming some gig stuff and uplodaing it, because her vlogs are HILARIOUS and she's a real YouTube expert and the like.
Go find her channel - abzizkul.

OH OH OH also, I'm a fan of Avenue Q (the hilariously crude musical with puppets and awesome songs) on their official Facebook page, and every week they hold competitions where you finish quotes or make up captions or whatever...and I mindlessly entered one last week without really thinking about it; I think I was bored or whatever.
Then, today, out of the blue, I see I have a friend request from Trekkie Monster (this crazily furry monster character who has a rather adult obsession...all I'll say is he's featured heavily in a number entitled "The Internet is For PORN") which was pretty surreal in itself, and then he (well, erm, actually the official FB Avenue Q peoples) sent me a message telling me I'd won a poster signed by the current London cast....OH JOY OH RAPTURE UNFORESEEN :')

See, more logical unexpected stuff.