"They call it 'musical comedy', I call it BAD."

Oh, dearest friends. Oh dearest, dearest friends. IT HAS BEEN TOO LONG.

I did it. I hacked through the undergrowth of my ridiculously insane schedule after half-term, and now I've pretty much reached the safe side! Apart from hectic coursework times and the Christmas Concert before we break up...

Oh flippin' heck, I'm popular, the phone's off. 'Brb' dudes.

Oh, twas just someone else's status I was foolish enough to comment on, tis all. I'm not popular :'(

Erm, I'll 'briefly comment' on the last number of weeks, because going back through the dreaded undergrowth would be highly unproductive.
BTEC Panto started awfully, but when it finished last week it was pure brilliance. West Side Story was a bit of an effort, but most of the band were lovely and the bass amp they gave me was pretty incredible.
Rent's not going TOO bad either! My directorial debut and all ;)...I sense it'll all become highly stressful there soon enough however.
I've also just played my first Big Band concert at DMH this week! Nothing beats the thud of your bass-playing thundering through a beautiful, refined concert venue ;)...

This week's been fairly lonely though; mother dearest kindly buggered off to Finland (?!) out of the blue (alright for some), and it seems everyone else hurried on over to Oxford for random interviews. Next year is going to be WEIRD if these last few days are anything to go by - except Mother dearest isn't moving to Finaland or anything.

Hmm. What else?

Re-ignited my love for the genius that is the work of Gilbert and Sullivan. No clue? Get out of my house.

It's almost Christmas, doh. You know what that means? Mince pies, Christmas Tree Festival, Ullesthorpe Garden Centre times....

YES YES YES, the BEST time of year for Choir! ;) He Commmmmme has been well and truly dug out, as has Torches (such a dangerous song), and my mind was pretty much blown by the fact choir were IN the garden centre. Match in Christmas-heaven for me (interesting pun that...Christmas and heaven...HO HO HO).

TWAS HILARIOUS.

Getting an EVEN BIGGER bass amp for Christmas too. Cosnidering my neighbours can't deal with barking dogs, me playing Hysteria with the bass EQ up will also be HILARIOUS.

I swear I've spent even more time up in the Music tower recently....I'm so sad. Started looking at unis and conservatoires to apply for as well to do Music, but I feel too young to be doing so :| I swear 5 minutes ago I was on Year 7 induction...

I'm leaving now, because I'm tired, and a tired Taylor usually means any more blogging would be nothing more than waffle. See, I've started already...

Maybe I'll promise to blog a bit more often from now on now the chaos is over? Maybe? Maaaaaaybe?

Don't miss me too much ;)....

You're the saddest bunch I've ever met...

Fancy a quickie?

OH YOU AND YOUR FILTHY MIND.

A quick POST.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yioVmqlt2Fk

Just, basically (no pun intended)....*awe*

Roooock me Amadeus.

So I'm supposed to be doing something....but I can't remember what. And therefore I'm breaking the system and BLOGGING for once.

BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG.

My Spotify is back working after weeks of NOT working...I've found all my summer playlists and memories are a-flooding back :O

I'd try and recap what's happened since my last post, but I REALLY can't be bothered. All you need to know is that I've now embarked on the crazy half term before Christmas, during which I have at least 3 concerts, 2 full-on productions, my own production to plan and rehearse, and a load of schoolwork including lots of eviil coursework-y bits. All on top of general life and chaos.

Tis Halloween tonight, if you didn't know. You know how I spent my last Halloween? Singing the Faure Requiem in a church in posh Uppingham. How am I spending my next weekend? Singing the Durufle Requiem in a church in posh Uppingham.
SUCH A COOL TEEN WITH SUCH A FUN LIFE.

My Mum has (literally) closed the curtains on any more potential trick-or-treaters tonight, so now my Dad is terrified the yobs are gonna egg us.

Want another example of my cool, fun teenage life? I've just discovered it's beautiful to get revenge on people you want to get revenge on by reciting words of Latin masses and requiems to them.

ET IN TERRA PAX leaves them simply, beautifully baffled, and you feel awesome :D

Go on, I dare you. Plonk Gloria, on your ex. GO FORTH WITH THE POWER OF PLONK. Works a treat.

I can't believe all that and Man in the Mirror and sushi paste and minibus were back in FEBRUARY :| Feels like so long ago...

Barstow reckons we're back on track with our masterpiece of a musical, by the way. WEST END, I HEAR YOUR CALL. AGAIN. SORT OF. Mehhh.

I'm literally terrified at how quick time is running away with itself again. We're currently doing BTEC panto rehearsals and stuff AGAIN, and on Wednesday it's Commemoration Day - AGAIN?!?!?! Where did the year go?!

I don't want to grow up anymore, it's too scary.

Just don't let go or you may drown...

Well, blogger has gone a little dead of late. I'm a fine one to talk, neglecting it all. BUT I HAVE BEEN A BUSY CHAPPIE, so it's all with good reason.
Although, looking at the silent horizon of this very website, I doubt anyone's even left to read this post.

My eyebrow has a strange twitch, it is strange. It flickers.

So, my excuses for being busy (in no particular order)? In the last 5 weeks of school, on top of general work, I've managed to become director/MD for a HEAVILY cut down version of Rent, become bass player for at least 4 different things (Big Band in Lestaaaa, Concert Band, BTEC Panto with awesomeful Laura as MD and then West Side Story with my Dad) - I'm drowning in sheet music - I've been asked to play a big acoustic charity gig at The Musician in half term, I've quit my editorial role at the magazine, I've been asked to sing with a strange choir at posh Uppingham again, I've been replaced by HER, I've been endlessly confused, I've been to London twice and asked out to go a 3rd time, been to Bedford twice, had the cousins over 3 times, visited my Grandma near 9 times, agreed to get married at Lutto Lights at He Come Chippy, been offered a free photoshoot, made someone cry for me accidentally by talking about an idiot, had a few ingenious choir rehearsals, had some eventful panini-filled frees in the green caf, a condom thrown at me by some obviously very mature Year 11s, confirmed my first work teaching singing, done a few open evening nights, seen my idol live, realised my idol uses the same music stands that we do in M5, almost blown up M5 and the music tower with a bass amp, had a visit from the lovely Ailish, done mash-ups of Taylor Swift and Vivaldi with Ellingwoof, revealed sub-plots in Ibsen plays involving doors and Christmas trees, sung Disney songs in English classrooms, watched the A Level/BTEC drama war kick off for Year 12, learnt about the philosophical wonders of blue chairs, penguins and categories, used 118 in Music lessons to discover the use of oboes as snake-charmers, discovered Bach was a hypocritical yet talented meanie, ordered a dozen uni prospectuses, learnt how to spell choreography right first time, written a new song which I don't even like, watched Andy the new drama teacher chase someone with a chair, run around repeatedly saying 'I'll make you a lovely breakfast in the morning', read the funniest but most damning theatre view ever, sat and listened to Vic Gray's mum's Wham ringtone go off in the ONLY serious moment in Avenue Q, had a heavenly lasagne at the pub, battled with memory sticks, realised I have actual money meaning I can shop like a teenager should, had an iTunes spree, realised I waste too much time, forgotten to blog....and then we've had the general polava of other school-ish bits and the like.

Am I excused now?

Not an inch more room to self-destruct...

It's proabably a crime that I haven't blogged in yonks, but I'm not the only one guilty of it these days. *cough and dramatic point*

Last night I saw the real life JRB live in the actual flesh and he was incredible and I'm exhausted right now.

I seriously can't put down how amazing he was. I thought he'd be awesome, but he exceeded every expectation I had.

Hmmmm I love London <3

It didn't mean a thing but it meant quite a lot to me - meant too much I can see...

I must be pretty naive to think that everyone would be really honest and everything. Because I'm so damn perfect myself. Obviously. *cough*

I'm paaaaaast the upset stage, and now I'm just really fromaged off :) Really. REALLY.
See, I don't appreciate liars, hypocrites, people who don't stick to their word and/or people who suddenly back out on you for mysterious lovers. Or any combination of the above, whatever suits.

Being such an utter bitch to you makes it hurt more trying to have a conversation, but beggars can't be choosers. I want you to talk to me, it's just I'm not that important to you anymore so I'm just gonna kick up a jealous fuss in the corner instead :)
BUT ARGHHH, AT LEAST REPLY TO MY ANGSTY COMMENTS.

So school's okay apart from VT groups, pathetic houses and ridiculous timings of the day.
But everything I want to look forward is so indefinite and kicking about in the air waiting for confirmation. And being a very impatient idiot, that makes life SO frustrating right now.

Anyone have a spare TARDIS cos I'm begging to go back about 5 weeks?

PLUS the school choir at LC we're oh so dedicated to has been demoted to a 'chamber choir' due to our lack of actual singers. Do you know why? IN FAVOUR OF A GLEE CHOIR.
A GLEE CHOIR?!?!? A GLEEEEEEE CHOIRRRRRRR?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

The horror. Who needs a 'Glee Choir' - just look at our (comical) arrangement of Man In The Mirror...

On a happier note the week after JRB I'm flippin' well seeing Avenue Q innit? I'm looking forward to THAT, but financially I'm a-brickin' it. BRING ON THE MUSICAL (PAID) WORK.

I thought of you as everytng I ever had but couldn't keep...

Oh WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL.

End of summer? Whatever.

I'm getting a cold, I don't know if it's August or September, I don't want to go back tomorrow, I'm still hurting Cathy-style, and all my West Side Story bass dreams have been horrendously crushed by the arrival of the score and a run through today.

OH MY GOD BERNSTEIN, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO MAKE IT IMPOSSIBLE??

So yeah, not in a good mood.

Been in touch with this local recording studio (previously used by The Prodigy amongst others, wahey) and got given a quote. £23 an hour, which is actually pretty good (...I think/hope) considering the facilities and services. I dunnooooo. I'll have to work bloody fast to single-handedly sing and play piano, bass, guitar and drums to cheaply get 4/5 songs recorded.

So when I finally get this little EP done and out on iTunes, you're buying it, end of.

It will actually take me years to decide what songs I'm recording though. I'M SO INDECISIVE.
Summer Rain is pretty much a definite, given its cult status in my house. EURGH.

Off to go lie on the floor and moan about insignificant rubbish. BYE.