Well, look at that. The weekend is over already. Tomorrow is Monday, and it already looks bad.
Trampolining first thing, then French, then Music (which I'm sure will be the highlight :D) then Physics exam (oh dear Lord).
But, today? Welllll, it took me a while to get started on the revision, but once I did I got a surprising amount done, and I'm happier about it than I thought I would be.
I'm still not THAT happy, but there you go, it IS Physics.
OHHHH my Bass has gone all weird on me, it needs readjusting, so my Dad is having to kidnap it so one of his school bass players can have a look. It's sooo irritating. I only just bought it.
I blame myself though, this happened with the last one....maybe I need a less aggressive playing style?...
Haha, spent part of the afternoon reliving the GOOD ol' TV days with my brother - Tots TV, Thomas the Tank Engine, The Wiggles, Barney, you name them...
In particular, our personal favourite was Fun Song Factory. Thank you YouTube for providing us with at least half an hour of 'rofling' (but not lmao-ing, that's obviously physically impossible).
My brother probably has some sort of excuse for this level of immaturity bless him, but I'm just plain weird.
The lyrics are rather amusing though: "The lights are turning red, so we have to stop the car. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP."
Then I sang with my Dad, bless him too. He reckons we both have some kind of psychic link when we perform together, because we both know exactly when the other person is going to slow down or speed up, or do something vaguely clever musically :)
Blogging has become the perfect way to fill up my evenings these days, I have nothing much else to do (even though I probably should be revising or something sensible).
Yeah, that's how it is - blogging, instant noodles, Friends, Glee and Facebook.
And this is the teenage life, my friends.
Sunday, 31 January 2010
Saturday, 30 January 2010
Oh, better far to live and die!
AHA.
Just got back from the theatre. Love a bit of theatrical goodness.
Especially as tonight it was Gilbert and Sullivan. In short (like me), Victorian light operetta, with a really really stupid, crazy plot.
The funniest part was the average age of the chorus was about 62, and when one of the people said 'Oh! Here comes father! He's not as young as us..."....my Mum and I just looked at each other in an attempt to control the onset of hysterics about to take place. I had visions of a guy with a zimmerframe.
Seriously though, there was a dance with a teddy and a load of policeman on scooters with flashing lights, so I wouldn't have been surprised.
Overall, it was pretty good, and the Royal and Derngate at Northampton where it was at is a great complex, even if we got a bit lost in the upper circle of the Royal and looked a bit foolish...
Not much to say about today, just got through a load of work. But I don't really understand Mr Dr's notes on my music coursework, so I had a bit of an excuse to give up at that point.
My brother's room sounds like the TARDIS, I have no idea what is going on.
OH! FOR CRYING OUT LOUUUUUUUUUD!
I was supposed to do the lottery today, considering I couldn't last week. So I strolled down to the post office, only to find the queue was pretty much heading out door (and I think the woman dislikes me for no reason, I have a habit of making people not like me for any particular reason at the moment).
My Dad had said "Oh, you can sign up on the internet and do your tickets from there, that'd be easier."
So I thought, "Well, I'll go back and do that then."
I might as well have gone and faced the scary woman behind the till...
I have NEVER had so much trouble setting something up in my LIFE! Not even crazy Lego stuff or jigsaws or anything, and believe me, I'm not a very logical person.
It still refuses to work, and as a result, I still haven't done the lottery. Pah.
Ohhhh well. Tomorrow I have a DELIGHTFUL session of Physics revision planned out for Monday.
Save me.
Just got back from the theatre. Love a bit of theatrical goodness.
Especially as tonight it was Gilbert and Sullivan. In short (like me), Victorian light operetta, with a really really stupid, crazy plot.
The funniest part was the average age of the chorus was about 62, and when one of the people said 'Oh! Here comes father! He's not as young as us..."....my Mum and I just looked at each other in an attempt to control the onset of hysterics about to take place. I had visions of a guy with a zimmerframe.
Seriously though, there was a dance with a teddy and a load of policeman on scooters with flashing lights, so I wouldn't have been surprised.
Overall, it was pretty good, and the Royal and Derngate at Northampton where it was at is a great complex, even if we got a bit lost in the upper circle of the Royal and looked a bit foolish...
Not much to say about today, just got through a load of work. But I don't really understand Mr Dr's notes on my music coursework, so I had a bit of an excuse to give up at that point.
My brother's room sounds like the TARDIS, I have no idea what is going on.
OH! FOR CRYING OUT LOUUUUUUUUUD!
I was supposed to do the lottery today, considering I couldn't last week. So I strolled down to the post office, only to find the queue was pretty much heading out door (and I think the woman dislikes me for no reason, I have a habit of making people not like me for any particular reason at the moment).
My Dad had said "Oh, you can sign up on the internet and do your tickets from there, that'd be easier."
So I thought, "Well, I'll go back and do that then."
I might as well have gone and faced the scary woman behind the till...
I have NEVER had so much trouble setting something up in my LIFE! Not even crazy Lego stuff or jigsaws or anything, and believe me, I'm not a very logical person.
It still refuses to work, and as a result, I still haven't done the lottery. Pah.
Ohhhh well. Tomorrow I have a DELIGHTFUL session of Physics revision planned out for Monday.
Save me.
Friday, 29 January 2010
"I am God, or the Son of Man"...."That's a bit big-headed, Miss"
Acting out the parable of the sheep and goats in RE. Hahaha.
Forget the drama though, I think me trying to DRAW it was probably more entertaining.
TIS FRIDAY! :D
I love Friday evenings, I get home from school and I'm actually able to crash down on the sofa in front of the TV because for once my mother hasn't stolen it. (Well, when I say 'stolen it', she doesn't actually don a balaclava and sneak out of and back into the house just to nick the TV, she just demands the control and sits there forever.)
And then my Dad gets back and we have a load of really really good-for-the-soul-bad-for-the-waistline/arteries food.
Then I have a singing lesson and sing a bit too much, and get all musically-inspired and play piano for years.
And then I sit up here on MSN and watch TV and the like, and there's the WONDERFUL feeling of not having to get up early in the morning :)
It always runs the same. If only the weekends were longer/slower?
Soooo, today...well, missed English and part of Maths to go round Beauchamp. I wanted to hate it, but it was pretty amazing, and I should probably be really happy I've got a place - it's just so difficult. And I'm so indecisive.
I get back to Maths and all of a sudden this strange woman appears at my side shoving simulatenous equations down my throat. No, it wasn't even my teacher, although she is also a strange woman.
I still don't know who she was, maybe she's some weirdo who came in off the street or who got bored on her way back from Morrisons or something.
We then had Physics, our last lesson before the exam :S OH TODD/DOC! I'm so scared. The fact I managed to learn more in 45 minutes through revision than in, what, 6 months, is the reason for my terror.
THEN TO THE MUSIC TOWER! And choir, hoho, have to love it. And a bit of Plonk.
Word on the street is, they're having a little change over of pianos up in the tower? They're getting rid of (one of) the awful pianos!! WOOO!
Nick suggested throwing it down the stairs, to which Mr Dr replied "It's very tempting..."
Then RE, and the title sums that bizarre period up.
Grrr work. I'd forgotten it was Mentoring Day on Tuesday though, looks like I'll be going back to Harborough. In particular for a music hunt and a visit to Costa (lot). I'm meeting with my 'mentor' first thing, so it's not like I even get a lie in...
When it says mentor, I always think of Yoda or something like that. Or like when the panda is learning Kung Fu in Kung Fu Panda. I don't know.
In high school it was 'tutor'. That made more sense to me.
Also forgotten I'm off to the theatre tomorrow night, courtesy of my lovely dad as sort of a late birthday present! AWWWW!
Everybody now, all together.......AWWWWWWWWWW!
It's going to mean a second Saturday down in Northampton (this time at the very lovely Royal and Derngate though - the DMH/Curve of the town), ha, if only it could become a regular weekly thing once again :/
It's been a week since my birthday. I've been 16 for a week.
Time sure flies.
And tomorrow I WILL do the lottery!
Forget the drama though, I think me trying to DRAW it was probably more entertaining.
TIS FRIDAY! :D
I love Friday evenings, I get home from school and I'm actually able to crash down on the sofa in front of the TV because for once my mother hasn't stolen it. (Well, when I say 'stolen it', she doesn't actually don a balaclava and sneak out of and back into the house just to nick the TV, she just demands the control and sits there forever.)
And then my Dad gets back and we have a load of really really good-for-the-soul-bad-for-the-waistline/arteries food.
Then I have a singing lesson and sing a bit too much, and get all musically-inspired and play piano for years.
And then I sit up here on MSN and watch TV and the like, and there's the WONDERFUL feeling of not having to get up early in the morning :)
It always runs the same. If only the weekends were longer/slower?
Soooo, today...well, missed English and part of Maths to go round Beauchamp. I wanted to hate it, but it was pretty amazing, and I should probably be really happy I've got a place - it's just so difficult. And I'm so indecisive.
I get back to Maths and all of a sudden this strange woman appears at my side shoving simulatenous equations down my throat. No, it wasn't even my teacher, although she is also a strange woman.
I still don't know who she was, maybe she's some weirdo who came in off the street or who got bored on her way back from Morrisons or something.
We then had Physics, our last lesson before the exam :S OH TODD/DOC! I'm so scared. The fact I managed to learn more in 45 minutes through revision than in, what, 6 months, is the reason for my terror.
THEN TO THE MUSIC TOWER! And choir, hoho, have to love it. And a bit of Plonk.
Word on the street is, they're having a little change over of pianos up in the tower? They're getting rid of (one of) the awful pianos!! WOOO!
Nick suggested throwing it down the stairs, to which Mr Dr replied "It's very tempting..."
Then RE, and the title sums that bizarre period up.
Grrr work. I'd forgotten it was Mentoring Day on Tuesday though, looks like I'll be going back to Harborough. In particular for a music hunt and a visit to Costa (lot). I'm meeting with my 'mentor' first thing, so it's not like I even get a lie in...
When it says mentor, I always think of Yoda or something like that. Or like when the panda is learning Kung Fu in Kung Fu Panda. I don't know.
In high school it was 'tutor'. That made more sense to me.
Also forgotten I'm off to the theatre tomorrow night, courtesy of my lovely dad as sort of a late birthday present! AWWWW!
Everybody now, all together.......AWWWWWWWWWW!
It's going to mean a second Saturday down in Northampton (this time at the very lovely Royal and Derngate though - the DMH/Curve of the town), ha, if only it could become a regular weekly thing once again :/
It's been a week since my birthday. I've been 16 for a week.
Time sure flies.
And tomorrow I WILL do the lottery!
Thursday, 28 January 2010
Pencilling it in with ink, or, NEVER become a plumber.
Today's post has the distinct honour of having 2 titles. Rather like an old Gilbert and Sullivan operetta.
I promised to quote a rather bizarre conversation with Laura after school, and I also wanted to quote what I said to Ellingwoof during today's insane Graphics lesson.
Graphics was a bit of a haze, all I remember was Mr Mears with strange impressions, screws, nuts, Ellingwoof the plumber, D Block Canteen, and discovering my superhero alter ego is Bethman, according to Ellen and Lord Abraham Oliver Lincoln (it's an Ellen thing). Beth-MAN?!?!?!
I'm pretty fed up now. I'm not in deep depression, or tearing my hair out, I've just got that dull, dragging feeling of utter fedup-ness.
Pah, you know how the little things just get to you and keep on nagging?
Twas the return of the magazine after school, the prospect of more work and the like.
At least we didn't have to attempt to use Photoshop again, eh Prime? :P
My head's spinning and I'm tired and confused.
I HAVE MIKA ON! I'm trying to get myself inspired enough to write something, to keep my mind occupied.
Woah, just went into dream world. I'm (sort of) back now.
GOOD LUCK TO ALL YOU PANTO-LAND PEOPLE ON OPENING NIGHT!!!!
If only I could've come :(
Tomorrow I'm going round Beauchamp College first thing. Should be...interesting. Shame I'm so indecisve; part of me is hoping I hate it so I'm not forced to choose about next year...
I promised to quote a rather bizarre conversation with Laura after school, and I also wanted to quote what I said to Ellingwoof during today's insane Graphics lesson.
Graphics was a bit of a haze, all I remember was Mr Mears with strange impressions, screws, nuts, Ellingwoof the plumber, D Block Canteen, and discovering my superhero alter ego is Bethman, according to Ellen and Lord Abraham Oliver Lincoln (it's an Ellen thing). Beth-MAN?!?!?!
I'm pretty fed up now. I'm not in deep depression, or tearing my hair out, I've just got that dull, dragging feeling of utter fedup-ness.
Pah, you know how the little things just get to you and keep on nagging?
Twas the return of the magazine after school, the prospect of more work and the like.
At least we didn't have to attempt to use Photoshop again, eh Prime? :P
My head's spinning and I'm tired and confused.
I HAVE MIKA ON! I'm trying to get myself inspired enough to write something, to keep my mind occupied.
Woah, just went into dream world. I'm (sort of) back now.
GOOD LUCK TO ALL YOU PANTO-LAND PEOPLE ON OPENING NIGHT!!!!
If only I could've come :(
Tomorrow I'm going round Beauchamp College first thing. Should be...interesting. Shame I'm so indecisve; part of me is hoping I hate it so I'm not forced to choose about next year...
Wednesday, 27 January 2010
I've been running round in circles in my mind.
It's funny (and probably slightly sad) that it's got to the point now where I go through the motions of the day, and at specific highlights my brain goes *DING DING! BLOG MOMENT!* and I decide to blog about it later.
And then it gets to 9:11 and I've forgotten half of them.
One of my dramatical contacts sent me the entire first Glee soundtrack yesterday; I'm now in love with that too, and also very much in debt to the guy (who's playing Link in his school production of Hairspray - HAIRSPRAY!!!! Jealous?!?!?!)
It's so good at lifting my mood, which happens to be quite low at the moment. THEY ACTUALLY DO QUEEN JUSTICE! :)
I wish this year would just hurry itself up.
This week has gone pretty quick though, but I think that's a mixture of exams and other forms of stress :S
Chemistry exam today, hmmmm, the first part made me want to chuck the paper out of the window, but the second part was slightly...*gasp*...reassuring.
I have no idea how I've done there, and I hate exam 'post mortems'.
But it occurred to me during this week's exams how OFF-PUTTING invigilators can be!
For example, when you open the paper and try to make a start, and all of a sudden an invigilator armed with a clipboard is towering over you making notes...
I GET SO SELF-CONSCIOUS!
I think invigilator is quite a scary job title actually. It makes me think of 'terminator' or 'crusher' or something. Don't get me wrong, I know an invigilator from my village, and she's a lovely person, but the word still scares me.
I have so much on my mind right now, and I feel like I'm running out of time, even though I keep WANTING to run out of time because this year is evil.
Everything is SO complicated!
Oh well, tomorrow is Thursday, which means chippy day, which means chips and also it means it's nearly Friday, which means it's nearly the weekend.
Oh, shut up Taylor you utter fool.
And then it gets to 9:11 and I've forgotten half of them.
One of my dramatical contacts sent me the entire first Glee soundtrack yesterday; I'm now in love with that too, and also very much in debt to the guy (who's playing Link in his school production of Hairspray - HAIRSPRAY!!!! Jealous?!?!?!)
It's so good at lifting my mood, which happens to be quite low at the moment. THEY ACTUALLY DO QUEEN JUSTICE! :)
I wish this year would just hurry itself up.
This week has gone pretty quick though, but I think that's a mixture of exams and other forms of stress :S
Chemistry exam today, hmmmm, the first part made me want to chuck the paper out of the window, but the second part was slightly...*gasp*...reassuring.
I have no idea how I've done there, and I hate exam 'post mortems'.
But it occurred to me during this week's exams how OFF-PUTTING invigilators can be!
For example, when you open the paper and try to make a start, and all of a sudden an invigilator armed with a clipboard is towering over you making notes...
I GET SO SELF-CONSCIOUS!
I think invigilator is quite a scary job title actually. It makes me think of 'terminator' or 'crusher' or something. Don't get me wrong, I know an invigilator from my village, and she's a lovely person, but the word still scares me.
I have so much on my mind right now, and I feel like I'm running out of time, even though I keep WANTING to run out of time because this year is evil.
Everything is SO complicated!
Oh well, tomorrow is Thursday, which means chippy day, which means chips and also it means it's nearly Friday, which means it's nearly the weekend.
Oh, shut up Taylor you utter fool.
Monday, 25 January 2010
*BANG!*....the only thing to do is run.
Mondays are always so rushed and busy for me. I have no idea why. I just always end up exhausted for no reason at the end of them.
Each school night I vow to go to bed a little earlier, and then I don't, and then the next morning I hate myself.
First thing was spent in the 'fitness suite' (pah, it's like 2 broken treadmills, a few weights and a CD player) with Hayley, and WOAH did we come up with the most spontaneous, impromptu, inspired proposal in the history of ideas....
Then French. Grr to that.
Then MUSIC! HAHAHA! Stuck with Abbi and Taz in the secret practice room, rewriting classics and in Taz's case, breaking stuff (like the ceiling and himself).
Ellingwoof, you should know I had Hey Stephen stuck in my head all afternoon.
Twas quite a bizarre soundtrack to my....BIOLOGY EXAM.
It didn't go TOO badly actually (hope I'm not jinxing myself here)....even if it didn't start till 20 minutes after it should've done - the exam board messed it up and didn't send enough papers, so they had to get some photocopied.
We go to all the trouble of panicking and revising, and what do those pompous idiots at OCR do?! WASTE 20 MINUTES OF MY PRECIOUS TIME!
I think THEY should retake their Maths GCSE. They obviously can't count.
I have a Pot Noodle calling me downstairs.
I'm actually killing time here before Glee. I have nothing else to do (of any great importance).
GRR! Distractions! I was just about to type something, then I thought my phone had gone off, so I got up to see (it's the other side of the room on charge), and it hadn't, and I came back and forgot what I was doing.
I should really put my specs back on (I have no idea why they're off). Even if I can see better without them. For the moment.
The scariest text of the month has just come through:
'Go check your email and see your contract bill for the month. Pay it. Or else. Love from Orange'
Better go and break it to my father then....
Each school night I vow to go to bed a little earlier, and then I don't, and then the next morning I hate myself.
First thing was spent in the 'fitness suite' (pah, it's like 2 broken treadmills, a few weights and a CD player) with Hayley, and WOAH did we come up with the most spontaneous, impromptu, inspired proposal in the history of ideas....
Then French. Grr to that.
Then MUSIC! HAHAHA! Stuck with Abbi and Taz in the secret practice room, rewriting classics and in Taz's case, breaking stuff (like the ceiling and himself).
Ellingwoof, you should know I had Hey Stephen stuck in my head all afternoon.
Twas quite a bizarre soundtrack to my....BIOLOGY EXAM.
It didn't go TOO badly actually (hope I'm not jinxing myself here)....even if it didn't start till 20 minutes after it should've done - the exam board messed it up and didn't send enough papers, so they had to get some photocopied.
We go to all the trouble of panicking and revising, and what do those pompous idiots at OCR do?! WASTE 20 MINUTES OF MY PRECIOUS TIME!
I think THEY should retake their Maths GCSE. They obviously can't count.
I have a Pot Noodle calling me downstairs.
I'm actually killing time here before Glee. I have nothing else to do (of any great importance).
GRR! Distractions! I was just about to type something, then I thought my phone had gone off, so I got up to see (it's the other side of the room on charge), and it hadn't, and I came back and forgot what I was doing.
I should really put my specs back on (I have no idea why they're off). Even if I can see better without them. For the moment.
The scariest text of the month has just come through:
'Go check your email and see your contract bill for the month. Pay it. Or else. Love from Orange'
Better go and break it to my father then....
Sunday, 24 January 2010
I need another weekend.
OHHHHHH dear. Argh at the past 2 days.
Pretty nice end to the Friday; before I knew it I glanced down at my clock to find it was midnght. Isn't it so scary when that happens?!?! Why does time insist on running away with itself?!
The Taylor household then awoke on Saturday morning to find no power was available.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Well, it wasn't all bad, I just went back to sleep at first.
But it still wasn't on at lunch. Hmph.
"Oh well," I thought, "it won't matter that much since I'm off out now, it'll be on later."
So off I went to Northampton, to see all my distant dramatical insane fellow lunatics, and woahhhh have I missed them :) Strange to think every Saturday for 5 years I took the route down there to indulge in 3 hours of insanity, music, and maybe some drama. I LOVE the people, and the shows we did were awesome, but by July I knew I'd never cope this year (and in some ways I'm glad I did leave, the spare time feels great :P) and sadly left, at the same time my Dad left his job at the music service.
Twas a sad time. But we went out with a bang doing The Last 5 Years :D (EEEEK!)
It felt so strange, I haven't been there in at least 6 months, but it felt like I'd never even been away. Some great catch ups, even when meeting people crossing the other way over zebra crossings.
One of my best friends there was talking about her drama school auditions - BSA (coincidentally she knows Ashley Tucker, weird or what?!?!), LAMDA, Mountview, Arts Ed, and RADA that very morning. It's weird thinking that you could take something you love like theatre and go and study it and make a life of it. If I had the guts, it's what I'd do.
I'm waffling here.
Got a front row seat at the dress rehearsal watching the different groups there now. Shame the standard of drama has descended terrifyingly, but oh well.
No musical either. PAH.
But to see Shakespeare recited by people in surf shorts and in front of comical moving flowers was rather incredible.
And a great line in a Macbeth thingy - something about how Lady M should've used Persil to get that damned spot out. HAHAHAHA.
So I spent the afternoon there with my Dad (who wasn't looking forward to seeing his old boss and his old office and all his collegues), and I also went and blew some cash on a GORGEOUS new bass (and the best thing is, I get paid for my old one by my own father :D :D :D) in this amazing little Bohemian music shop.
I even persuaded my Dad to pop into Costa where I once more sampled the delights of a gingerbread latte. Ahhh.
So, everything was wonderful. Or not.
Got back to find the power was still off, and the house was freeeeeeezing. The electricity board were completely useless in explaining anything too.
To cut a long, boring story short, we ended up staying the night at my Grandma's, which was certainly a lot warmer.
But I had to share a room with her.
She is the LOUDEST sleeper on this planet, and as a result, I didn't get any sleep AT ALL.
So now I'm very tired.
The power didn't come back on till 10:30am this morning. PAH! And it took ages for any heat to get in :S
Still, I revised, and finally got my new bass out and stuff.
(Revision = biology exam tomorrow = GULP)
This weekend's lack of power has certainly made me appreciate all the little things I take for granted. That, and seeing all the people affected by the earthquake made me realise just how lucky we are, however difficult we think our problems might be. So I'm going to make a donation at some point, every little helps.
TV night tonight, I've finally caught up with last week's Glee episode, and Lark Rise is on in 7 minutes, what a mix :P
BUT, the worst thing?!?! My first legal weekend (*cough cough* NOT like that) and I can't even go out and buy my first lottery ticket!
I MIGHT'VE WON LIKE, A BILLION POUNDS OR SOMETHING?!?!?!?!?!
I'm expecting an amazing week to make up for all this.
Pretty nice end to the Friday; before I knew it I glanced down at my clock to find it was midnght. Isn't it so scary when that happens?!?! Why does time insist on running away with itself?!
The Taylor household then awoke on Saturday morning to find no power was available.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Well, it wasn't all bad, I just went back to sleep at first.
But it still wasn't on at lunch. Hmph.
"Oh well," I thought, "it won't matter that much since I'm off out now, it'll be on later."
So off I went to Northampton, to see all my distant dramatical insane fellow lunatics, and woahhhh have I missed them :) Strange to think every Saturday for 5 years I took the route down there to indulge in 3 hours of insanity, music, and maybe some drama. I LOVE the people, and the shows we did were awesome, but by July I knew I'd never cope this year (and in some ways I'm glad I did leave, the spare time feels great :P) and sadly left, at the same time my Dad left his job at the music service.
Twas a sad time. But we went out with a bang doing The Last 5 Years :D (EEEEK!)
It felt so strange, I haven't been there in at least 6 months, but it felt like I'd never even been away. Some great catch ups, even when meeting people crossing the other way over zebra crossings.
One of my best friends there was talking about her drama school auditions - BSA (coincidentally she knows Ashley Tucker, weird or what?!?!), LAMDA, Mountview, Arts Ed, and RADA that very morning. It's weird thinking that you could take something you love like theatre and go and study it and make a life of it. If I had the guts, it's what I'd do.
I'm waffling here.
Got a front row seat at the dress rehearsal watching the different groups there now. Shame the standard of drama has descended terrifyingly, but oh well.
No musical either. PAH.
But to see Shakespeare recited by people in surf shorts and in front of comical moving flowers was rather incredible.
And a great line in a Macbeth thingy - something about how Lady M should've used Persil to get that damned spot out. HAHAHAHA.
So I spent the afternoon there with my Dad (who wasn't looking forward to seeing his old boss and his old office and all his collegues), and I also went and blew some cash on a GORGEOUS new bass (and the best thing is, I get paid for my old one by my own father :D :D :D) in this amazing little Bohemian music shop.
I even persuaded my Dad to pop into Costa where I once more sampled the delights of a gingerbread latte. Ahhh.
So, everything was wonderful. Or not.
Got back to find the power was still off, and the house was freeeeeeezing. The electricity board were completely useless in explaining anything too.
To cut a long, boring story short, we ended up staying the night at my Grandma's, which was certainly a lot warmer.
But I had to share a room with her.
She is the LOUDEST sleeper on this planet, and as a result, I didn't get any sleep AT ALL.
So now I'm very tired.
The power didn't come back on till 10:30am this morning. PAH! And it took ages for any heat to get in :S
Still, I revised, and finally got my new bass out and stuff.
(Revision = biology exam tomorrow = GULP)
This weekend's lack of power has certainly made me appreciate all the little things I take for granted. That, and seeing all the people affected by the earthquake made me realise just how lucky we are, however difficult we think our problems might be. So I'm going to make a donation at some point, every little helps.
TV night tonight, I've finally caught up with last week's Glee episode, and Lark Rise is on in 7 minutes, what a mix :P
BUT, the worst thing?!?! My first legal weekend (*cough cough* NOT like that) and I can't even go out and buy my first lottery ticket!
I MIGHT'VE WON LIKE, A BILLION POUNDS OR SOMETHING?!?!?!?!?!
I'm expecting an amazing week to make up for all this.
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