Did you know a female blackbird is actually brown? How ridiculous. And I thought I was illogical.
BANG - there went Saturday. Maybe it was more of a 'boom'? Probably just a 'poof' actually.
Something fairly swift, smooth and silent. That's how it moved.
Oh for Todd's sake, I'm waffling already and I've only just got on here...
Sattturrrrdayyyy. I remember when my Saturday's were overly dramatical and beautiful and consisted of driving up and down to Northampton accompanied by my Dad and ol' Vern on the radio, before spending my afternoon with a load of fellow strange dramatical loonies :')
Now my whole WEEK is spent with dramatical AND musical loonies.
Seriously....I miss my 'other' drama lot. The other day, my beautiful son/King/emperor/soldier/hippie Joe sent me this really nice text about how he missed me, and how he had put my Dad and I as influences on his music myspace. HAHAHAHAHA.
I still can't look at him the same way though since he blurted out he was gay and started flirting with the scarecrow (erm, we were at my Dad's Wizard of Oz production before you get the wrong idea...), which is probably very hypocritical, but it was the way he did it.
Still, over the last 5 years he's been my son (in Honk), my evil emperor (in Aladdin), my soldier (in the Snow Queen; I was a crow with a hat some of you would find very amusing because of your low maturity levels...lets just say it had a beak on it), and most recently the hippie to my goth in Godspell when we sang Learn Your Lessons Well and he made me skip down the stairs and we looked so stupid :) And I love him :)
But, as I would say to Ellingwoof (who I hope is having fun parking in the Centre), NOT in that way.
Flippin' heck, I'm onto one giant waffle in the sky tonight. Bored yet?
Well if you are, GET OUT (in a nice way), because I'm not yet done :)
Today I found myself harshly woken by my WONDERFUL, considerate relatives at some ridiculous time. Seriously, they might as well have brought a klaxon into my room and gone ERRRRRKKKKKK with it, at least it would've been more efficent.
Then pretty soon after, we all headed out to Bedford to see 'family' that I don't really know. Honestly, I swear each time we go to one of these 'gatherings', I see a new 'relative'. Yay for over-using apostrophes.
The journey was RUBBISH, traffic lights hate us obviously, and we got stuck in roadworks, jams etc AT LEAST 5 TIMES. That's not even 7.
So we spent the day in the same old pub, and I found myself explaining to all the old dears (bless them) about what GCSEs are, and that no, I'm actually I'm 16, and that no, I won't sing today and that no, I don't have a boyfriend... you know the system?
After a while I'd written myself a lovely little monologue to perform. Like a CV, but far more sarcastic and I didn't have to check through it a thousand times afterwards for spelling and grammatical stuff.
What?! A CV?! It wasn't anything like a CV?! Ohhhh get on with it Taylor and leave the poor reader alone.
Yeah, we got foooooood and caaaaake and coffeeeee though, which was fun. Then the odd pub owner went through a list of people's birthdays, and he told me that on 22nd January (my birthday), Queen Victoria died and so did Lyndon Johnson (the president guy, LBJ, history times).
Okay you pedantic people, so I KNOW they didn't die on 22nd January 1994. But they did die on 22nd January SOME year.
All in all, twas a straaaaange afternoon. I got back and finally sorted my Kilworth House application, fingers crossed the money will be rolling in soon if they like me enough.
And I'll be working somewhere THEATRICAL! Yeahhh, so it'll be waitressing, BUT IT'S STILL A THEATRE SO STOP CRUSHING MY DREAMS.
People are binging me on MSN, so this is your lucky chance to escape. Tomorrow promises to be....interesting. Locked in a theatrical place with the choir lot for BASICALLY A WHOLE DAY (I say that since I'm a lazy so-and-so who won't get up till stupid o'clock).
YAAAAAAY :D
Saturday, 27 February 2010
Friday, 26 February 2010
Time's a-flying, but I can't see the fun anywhere.
AHA, tis the day of Frying young bloggers, which tends to mean that it is officially the weekend! WOOOOOOO!
Meh, it's not much of a weekend for me this time round, but it should be fun enough.
My Dad (who has been fine with me completely today after the oddness of last night) and I have been conversing about driving lessons. He keeps bringing up the bush incident. OKAY, OKAY, so ONE time I get on my bike and fall into a bush, so what?!
I'm obviously never going to live it down. I haven't got back on a bike since.
Yeah. He's like 'Oh ho, ow long will you be on the road before a bush comes along?', or, 'Ooo, don't go down that road, it's bush-filled.'
It's not funny now.
*Puts on confused 'whaaaat' stare in case Ellingwoof is reading although she's in Centre Parcs letting down the choirical side ;)*
Hmmm, today. More blurry English times, and then Maths, ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. Then Physics with some supply teacher person who was lovely but didn't do much, and then Choir.
Woah, I just have to stop here. Clicking, swaying, NOW WE HAVE A WHOLE LITTLE ROUTINE WITH TURNING AND HEAD MOVEMENTS?!?!?!?!?!
Unwillingly quoting HSM here, but I DON'T DANCE.
And because of the fact I'm a little alto shortie, I've also ended up at the front.
Oh dear mother, father, why couldn't Laura have given you some of her height? THEN MAYBE I COULD FADE INTO THE BACKGROUND WITH MY OUT OF STEP MOVEMENTS AND WRONG LYRICS.
Haha, I love you Laura :) Seen that Facebook page, best friends with a major height difference? HAHAHA :D
But yes. Back to awkward, swaying choirical times. Sunday is going to be flippin' hilarious, bloggers.
Finally this afternoon we had RE, and it seems this is a WHOLE UNIT on drugs, so for a little longer I am still able to say to you 'we did drugs in RE'. I get the best responses from my brother when I say that.
The teachers are getting all obsessive over mocking us again. With exams, that is.
History, French, RE, Maths. Blehhhhhh.
Oo, mother has just reappeared from the village quiz. Haha, our village is so stupid. If you win the quiz, you have to host the quiz the following year. WHAT KIND OF A PRIZE IS THAT?!
She actually tried to get me on the surgery team, cheeky! Everytime I help them out, it's not like I'm paid or thanked or anything....
Tomorrow I'm forcefully being dragged over to be nice to 'relatives' I don't even know, and eat shepherd's pie, which I despise.
Wish me luck.
Meh, it's not much of a weekend for me this time round, but it should be fun enough.
My Dad (who has been fine with me completely today after the oddness of last night) and I have been conversing about driving lessons. He keeps bringing up the bush incident. OKAY, OKAY, so ONE time I get on my bike and fall into a bush, so what?!
I'm obviously never going to live it down. I haven't got back on a bike since.
Yeah. He's like 'Oh ho, ow long will you be on the road before a bush comes along?', or, 'Ooo, don't go down that road, it's bush-filled.'
It's not funny now.
*Puts on confused 'whaaaat' stare in case Ellingwoof is reading although she's in Centre Parcs letting down the choirical side ;)*
Hmmm, today. More blurry English times, and then Maths, ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. Then Physics with some supply teacher person who was lovely but didn't do much, and then Choir.
Woah, I just have to stop here. Clicking, swaying, NOW WE HAVE A WHOLE LITTLE ROUTINE WITH TURNING AND HEAD MOVEMENTS?!?!?!?!?!
Unwillingly quoting HSM here, but I DON'T DANCE.
And because of the fact I'm a little alto shortie, I've also ended up at the front.
Oh dear mother, father, why couldn't Laura have given you some of her height? THEN MAYBE I COULD FADE INTO THE BACKGROUND WITH MY OUT OF STEP MOVEMENTS AND WRONG LYRICS.
Haha, I love you Laura :) Seen that Facebook page, best friends with a major height difference? HAHAHA :D
But yes. Back to awkward, swaying choirical times. Sunday is going to be flippin' hilarious, bloggers.
Finally this afternoon we had RE, and it seems this is a WHOLE UNIT on drugs, so for a little longer I am still able to say to you 'we did drugs in RE'. I get the best responses from my brother when I say that.
The teachers are getting all obsessive over mocking us again. With exams, that is.
History, French, RE, Maths. Blehhhhhh.
Oo, mother has just reappeared from the village quiz. Haha, our village is so stupid. If you win the quiz, you have to host the quiz the following year. WHAT KIND OF A PRIZE IS THAT?!
She actually tried to get me on the surgery team, cheeky! Everytime I help them out, it's not like I'm paid or thanked or anything....
Tomorrow I'm forcefully being dragged over to be nice to 'relatives' I don't even know, and eat shepherd's pie, which I despise.
Wish me luck.
Thursday, 25 February 2010
Even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight.
I had a whole blog title planned courtesy of Daisy earlier (it's not QUITE as sad as it sounds), but mehh I've forgotten it, so put up with another lyric quote.
Can't Fight This Feeling. REO Speedwagon (Finn sang it in the shower on Glee).
Story of my life? ;)...erm, not singing in the shower that is....
FED UP.
Erm, today...History mock, oh lordy, the PAIN. Then Chemistry, and we didn't have Jason, so I didn't come out deaf and with a headache (he thinks the best approach to 'teaching' is to shout constantly), and I think I ACTUALLY might have understood something.
Then Hayley and I presented Stephen's Birthday Present 1.9 to the man himself up in the magical music tower, which was bizarre.
English made my head blurry, and then we all descended on He Come Chippy as Thursday is, of course, CHIPPY DAY.
Graphics was...interesting. 3D design....with computers. Ellen and Ellingwoof were trying to do impressions of my confused, 'whaaat' stare, PAH. And then it was all 'CHEERS MEARS' and Ellen found the smiley face tumbling mode, so everyone was happy.
MSN is about as sociable as I'm getting tonight. Mother has disappeared to some dramatical thing, and for some reason my Dad is being REALLY off with me (I actually don't know why :P). My brother is occasionally nice, when it suits him, which isn't often.
Bit annoyed about Mother though, flippin heck, beginning of the year she told me I shouldn't be all dramatical myself because it's a 'big year'. Rubbing it in my face with this whole play thing, she is!
I miss drama. Someone's just tagged me in a few photos from something we did years ago at YT, aha that was a good 'un, as Burty would say.
But now they're commenting all over it, which has resulted in a Charlie Chaplin-style sequence where I'm running over to my phone to shut it up, trying to sit back down, before having to rush over again etc etc etc...
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH nearly the weekend. Hang on in there, young bloggers.
Can't Fight This Feeling. REO Speedwagon (Finn sang it in the shower on Glee).
Story of my life? ;)...erm, not singing in the shower that is....
FED UP.
Erm, today...History mock, oh lordy, the PAIN. Then Chemistry, and we didn't have Jason, so I didn't come out deaf and with a headache (he thinks the best approach to 'teaching' is to shout constantly), and I think I ACTUALLY might have understood something.
Then Hayley and I presented Stephen's Birthday Present 1.9 to the man himself up in the magical music tower, which was bizarre.
English made my head blurry, and then we all descended on He Come Chippy as Thursday is, of course, CHIPPY DAY.
Graphics was...interesting. 3D design....with computers. Ellen and Ellingwoof were trying to do impressions of my confused, 'whaaat' stare, PAH. And then it was all 'CHEERS MEARS' and Ellen found the smiley face tumbling mode, so everyone was happy.
MSN is about as sociable as I'm getting tonight. Mother has disappeared to some dramatical thing, and for some reason my Dad is being REALLY off with me (I actually don't know why :P). My brother is occasionally nice, when it suits him, which isn't often.
Bit annoyed about Mother though, flippin heck, beginning of the year she told me I shouldn't be all dramatical myself because it's a 'big year'. Rubbing it in my face with this whole play thing, she is!
I miss drama. Someone's just tagged me in a few photos from something we did years ago at YT, aha that was a good 'un, as Burty would say.
But now they're commenting all over it, which has resulted in a Charlie Chaplin-style sequence where I'm running over to my phone to shut it up, trying to sit back down, before having to rush over again etc etc etc...
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH nearly the weekend. Hang on in there, young bloggers.
Wednesday, 24 February 2010
Who needs percussion when you're wearing trousers?
To the 2 people who will (hopefully) read this and understand the title, I've had it in my head ever since it was performed earlier.
And Ellen, LOL at the Smothers Brothers people. Best Gilbert and Sullivan performance EVER.
As for Mariah, 'It's a Dutch folk song, from the Israeli section of Holland.'
I'm very CHUFFED (good word) since one of my newer theatre 'finds', Ryan Scott Oliver, has just emailed me back about his song that I love a bit too much, and he's going to sell me the sheet music. HAHAHA. It's just the actual fact I can sit on YouTube (not literally, cos that's not possible, 'course) and look at the guy and go HAHAHA, you emailed me.
I'm not sad, OR easily pleased.
Before, I've had a long email conversation with MRS Jason Robert Brown, composer Georgia Stitt. She's lovely :')
And then there was the time JRB himself ACTUALLY ANSWERED MY QUESTION ON HIS ACTUAL WEBSITE.
Yeah, *cough*, not easily pleased at all.
Had my first impromptu pianist job today (thanks Laura ;)). Meant I was able to play from a Wicked score for the first time since...erm, the week before half term doesn't count.
I lost my Wicked book TOO long ago, and my Songs for a New World copy :(
Everybody 'aww' with me here...
AWWWWWW.
I hope you 'awwed' in your mind.
We have a History mock tomorrow. Oh help.
And Ellen, LOL at the Smothers Brothers people. Best Gilbert and Sullivan performance EVER.
As for Mariah, 'It's a Dutch folk song, from the Israeli section of Holland.'
I'm very CHUFFED (good word) since one of my newer theatre 'finds', Ryan Scott Oliver, has just emailed me back about his song that I love a bit too much, and he's going to sell me the sheet music. HAHAHA. It's just the actual fact I can sit on YouTube (not literally, cos that's not possible, 'course) and look at the guy and go HAHAHA, you emailed me.
I'm not sad, OR easily pleased.
Before, I've had a long email conversation with MRS Jason Robert Brown, composer Georgia Stitt. She's lovely :')
And then there was the time JRB himself ACTUALLY ANSWERED MY QUESTION ON HIS ACTUAL WEBSITE.
Yeah, *cough*, not easily pleased at all.
Had my first impromptu pianist job today (thanks Laura ;)). Meant I was able to play from a Wicked score for the first time since...erm, the week before half term doesn't count.
I lost my Wicked book TOO long ago, and my Songs for a New World copy :(
Everybody 'aww' with me here...
AWWWWWW.
I hope you 'awwed' in your mind.
We have a History mock tomorrow. Oh help.
Tuesday, 23 February 2010
Reacting - and that's not acting again...
I feel like an IDIOT. A stupid IDIOT. I swear there was a time when I actually used to be organised and remembered everything and was on time and the like. These days I'm practically useless.
I'd like to take this opportunity to further apologise to Hayley. Tomorrow, break, I WILL remember. Hmmm.
My excuse? 'Sorry, my head's been a crazed mush of blehhh since forever.'
*Guilty/awkward/ashamed face*
OHHH Todd. I don't really know what to put tonight. Erm...erm....
I suppose I could mention choir, and the terrifying prospect of the swaying AND clicking (yes, simultaenously, yes, I know I'm not a dancer) that Mr Dr has choreographed for us during Man in the Mirror. Hmmm, how to describe it...chaos? Hysteria, maybe?
Did make me laugh, at least :')
We'll just ignore the sly, anti-Alto comments AGAIN: "Altos, you let the side down."
PAH.
My brother is (attempting to) recite the McDonalds rap in his room. That's about as exciting as life gets right now.
ELLINGWOOF! Thanks for the second half of Glee :D
I LOVE IT! :D :D :D
Off to find something productive to do I think....
I'd like to take this opportunity to further apologise to Hayley. Tomorrow, break, I WILL remember. Hmmm.
My excuse? 'Sorry, my head's been a crazed mush of blehhh since forever.'
*Guilty/awkward/ashamed face*
OHHH Todd. I don't really know what to put tonight. Erm...erm....
I suppose I could mention choir, and the terrifying prospect of the swaying AND clicking (yes, simultaenously, yes, I know I'm not a dancer) that Mr Dr has choreographed for us during Man in the Mirror. Hmmm, how to describe it...chaos? Hysteria, maybe?
Did make me laugh, at least :')
We'll just ignore the sly, anti-Alto comments AGAIN: "Altos, you let the side down."
PAH.
My brother is (attempting to) recite the McDonalds rap in his room. That's about as exciting as life gets right now.
ELLINGWOOF! Thanks for the second half of Glee :D
I LOVE IT! :D :D :D
Off to find something productive to do I think....
Saturday, 20 February 2010
You're my guiding lightning strike.
7 followers?!?!?! 7 FOLLOWERS?!?!?!?! Do my eyes/rubbish Specsavers spectacles deceive me?!?!
7 is the holy number INDEED.
I'm annoyed. And frustrated. And a bit anxious. Anyone surprised? Nooo, didn't think so.
Haha, been reliving my oh so dear YT memories by roughly explaining to Laura about Honk. HONK IS BRILLIANT. Youtube?
Basically, it's the story of the ugly duckling, done as a musical. I was lucky enough to be cast as Ida, Ugly's mum, and it is the most fun I've ever had in a role (Okay, so Beggar no.2 in Sweeeeeeney comes very close....God that's Good will always rank highly).
Oh good Todd. She's found the talent show clip. *runs away*
HAHA, I'm WELL applying for a job. Decided it was time I actually went and earnt some cash instead of moaning about the lack of it.
I DON'T WANT MONDAY TO COME.
Soooo, today. Well, spent my morning listening to Julie Atherton (theatre IDOL who I'm actually in love with), Scott Alan (OHHHH incredible composer guy who gets all these big theatre peoples - erm, Kerry Ellis?!?!? - to sing on his albums) before stumbling upon all my old cast recordings. OHHH FOR BEING A THEATRE GEEK :')
I then actually did some work, which I'm pleased about; I've been meaning to do that all week...
Got bored, so I joined my Dad on an expedition to my Grandad's house (before stopping off at the Co Op, woahhh risky, the Co Op somewhat scares me). My Grandad has this fairly big, old house with a huuuuge garden, and my brother and I love going there :)
Grandad lives on his own there bless him, and it's got very cluttered and a bit dusty over the years to say the least, but he's lovely and we wouldn't want the house any other way :D
My Dad's been rummaging around in the loft there exploring (he's just a big kid :P) and he's come across some really valuable speakers (crazed musical obsessions run in the family) and a load of newspapers from the 30s and 40s which are also pretty rare (I think the Queen's corrination is there too?).
EBAY TIMES!!!
Anyway, one of the best things for me about the house is the really nice piano hidden away in the old dining room. Unlike the evil music tower pianos, or the tuneless, cold one in my house, this piano actually sounds damn good :)
Yeah, so I sat and played Sweeney from memory, and sang my songs, and tried and failed to improvise, and bashed through the pieces for my 'exam', the one I'll never actually end up taking.
So yeah. WOAH, where did all THOSE words above come from?!?!?!
You can tell I'm bored.
Laura is musing (no pun intended) on why we spend our evenings here stuck on the internet and all these awful social networking sites. She wondered if we're waiting for something, to which I immediately replied Jesus, but everytime I mention Jesus I feel bad and think of the scary blogpot site, and I actually get a bit worried I'll get struck by lightning or something.
WOAH, she's actually just put 'if you want Jesus go to blogpot.com'.
I think God/my subconscious is trying to tell me something.
I'm leaving before things get weird.
7 is the holy number INDEED.
I'm annoyed. And frustrated. And a bit anxious. Anyone surprised? Nooo, didn't think so.
Haha, been reliving my oh so dear YT memories by roughly explaining to Laura about Honk. HONK IS BRILLIANT. Youtube?
Basically, it's the story of the ugly duckling, done as a musical. I was lucky enough to be cast as Ida, Ugly's mum, and it is the most fun I've ever had in a role (Okay, so Beggar no.2 in Sweeeeeeney comes very close....God that's Good will always rank highly).
Oh good Todd. She's found the talent show clip. *runs away*
HAHA, I'm WELL applying for a job. Decided it was time I actually went and earnt some cash instead of moaning about the lack of it.
I DON'T WANT MONDAY TO COME.
Soooo, today. Well, spent my morning listening to Julie Atherton (theatre IDOL who I'm actually in love with), Scott Alan (OHHHH incredible composer guy who gets all these big theatre peoples - erm, Kerry Ellis?!?!? - to sing on his albums) before stumbling upon all my old cast recordings. OHHH FOR BEING A THEATRE GEEK :')
I then actually did some work, which I'm pleased about; I've been meaning to do that all week...
Got bored, so I joined my Dad on an expedition to my Grandad's house (before stopping off at the Co Op, woahhh risky, the Co Op somewhat scares me). My Grandad has this fairly big, old house with a huuuuge garden, and my brother and I love going there :)
Grandad lives on his own there bless him, and it's got very cluttered and a bit dusty over the years to say the least, but he's lovely and we wouldn't want the house any other way :D
My Dad's been rummaging around in the loft there exploring (he's just a big kid :P) and he's come across some really valuable speakers (crazed musical obsessions run in the family) and a load of newspapers from the 30s and 40s which are also pretty rare (I think the Queen's corrination is there too?).
EBAY TIMES!!!
Anyway, one of the best things for me about the house is the really nice piano hidden away in the old dining room. Unlike the evil music tower pianos, or the tuneless, cold one in my house, this piano actually sounds damn good :)
Yeah, so I sat and played Sweeney from memory, and sang my songs, and tried and failed to improvise, and bashed through the pieces for my 'exam', the one I'll never actually end up taking.
So yeah. WOAH, where did all THOSE words above come from?!?!?!
You can tell I'm bored.
Laura is musing (no pun intended) on why we spend our evenings here stuck on the internet and all these awful social networking sites. She wondered if we're waiting for something, to which I immediately replied Jesus, but everytime I mention Jesus I feel bad and think of the scary blogpot site, and I actually get a bit worried I'll get struck by lightning or something.
WOAH, she's actually just put 'if you want Jesus go to blogpot.com'.
I think God/my subconscious is trying to tell me something.
I'm leaving before things get weird.
Friday, 19 February 2010
The cushion is the essence of the chair!
Woah, I've just said to Hayley, the house is flippin' quiet tonight. Too quiet, in fact. What is it with 'early nights'?! NOT LIKE THAT YOU DIRTY MINDED PEOPLE.
My Mum is ill, you all know what that means....Bethany and her idiotic immune system will soon be down for the count....
Well, there you have it kids, that was half term for you. One more weekend and POOF, back to school, YAY, we just LOVE school, and stress and exams and actual work and a lack of lie ins...
Sometimes I'm too sarcastic for my own good.
I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH INSPIRATION!!!! Ohhhh, 2 songs in the space of 2 days. Bit like London buses really, you know, wait forever and then 3 come at once. One song is another 'will probably end up on Myspace' number, the other is getting added to my 'theatre stash'; it's all JRB/Stitt/Bucchino etc inspired and stuff, and it's actually written for a GUY. You have no idea what I'm waffling about, so I'll shut up.
Oh, but talking once more about unknown, obsecure Broadway composers no one else knows about, I've found another and he goes by name of Ryan Scott Oliver and he's awwweeesommmmeee and everything, and just woah. And Ellingwoof, you might like this, there is this really good theatre singer on Youtube called Natalie Weiss - type in Natalie Weiss and Alto's Lament and it's HILARIOUS! If I could get the sheet music that'd WELL be me in the next concert.
Mehhhh bored and can't be bothered to go and check my phone. Which is stupid since I complain when people don't reply to me. But SERIOUSLY though, you text me, I promptly reply, then you either don't bother to text back or take 7 hours to do so?!?! What is THAT about?!?!?!
I don't really know what else to put. I'm in a Rent mood. I need to watch Rent again. Someone appear at my door please and come and watch Rent with me. We're out of Pepsi and my brother has nicked all the Drumsticks out of the fridge, but who cares, we have Rent.
My Mum is ill, you all know what that means....Bethany and her idiotic immune system will soon be down for the count....
Well, there you have it kids, that was half term for you. One more weekend and POOF, back to school, YAY, we just LOVE school, and stress and exams and actual work and a lack of lie ins...
Sometimes I'm too sarcastic for my own good.
I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH INSPIRATION!!!! Ohhhh, 2 songs in the space of 2 days. Bit like London buses really, you know, wait forever and then 3 come at once. One song is another 'will probably end up on Myspace' number, the other is getting added to my 'theatre stash'; it's all JRB/Stitt/Bucchino etc inspired and stuff, and it's actually written for a GUY. You have no idea what I'm waffling about, so I'll shut up.
Oh, but talking once more about unknown, obsecure Broadway composers no one else knows about, I've found another and he goes by name of Ryan Scott Oliver and he's awwweeesommmmeee and everything, and just woah. And Ellingwoof, you might like this, there is this really good theatre singer on Youtube called Natalie Weiss - type in Natalie Weiss and Alto's Lament and it's HILARIOUS! If I could get the sheet music that'd WELL be me in the next concert.
Mehhhh bored and can't be bothered to go and check my phone. Which is stupid since I complain when people don't reply to me. But SERIOUSLY though, you text me, I promptly reply, then you either don't bother to text back or take 7 hours to do so?!?! What is THAT about?!?!?!
I don't really know what else to put. I'm in a Rent mood. I need to watch Rent again. Someone appear at my door please and come and watch Rent with me. We're out of Pepsi and my brother has nicked all the Drumsticks out of the fridge, but who cares, we have Rent.
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