Scrap the last line of that last post, my handwriting is impossible.
SO IS FACEBOOK CHAT! Becky is trying to talk to me, but BOOM, it just HAS to explode, doesn't it....
I'm in a good mood.
3 guesses why?
OHHHHHH LORDY, French speaking is DONE WITH! :D
*To the tune of Still Hurting*
French Speaking is over, French Speaking is gone....
I have mountains of maths to do thanks to our wonderful teacher, but right now, at this moment in time, I DON'T CARE.
Bank Holiday weekend, here we are :)
Tomorrow, I'm braving Specsavers again, I need these new glasses, see (no pun intended, again). Because, right now, seeing is difficult. Grr.
Where has the time gone?!?! :O
5 Years Time has just come on. For me, this song is the definition of summer.
It just IS summer. Summer is not summer without this song.
This song makes me want a ukelele more than Godspell did.
Boys and girls, summer is just round the corner.
Boys and girls? Well, that was incredibly sarcastic.
Do you know what my Grandma says about sarcasm? She says it's the lowest form of wit.
But I'm pretty low anyway what with being 5 ft 2 and all that, so OH WELL.
Friday, 30 April 2010
Describe....ME
Started this as part of an English mock, got it back, polished it off a bit, added a few bits here and there and VOILA, thought it'd make a fair blog post:
The person reading this may have never met me before. They may or may not have felt the (often confused or bewildered) stare from behind these specs, or have had to ignore my useless chatter and odd laugh (which my brother refers to as a cackle, but what does he know?). People seem to recognise me in the strangest of places these days thanks to having performed in far too many concerts. Seriously, the film collector at the bus stop, the audience member in the Derngate loos...ohh, the pains of the theatre. For that is one thing you must know about me straight off from the moment we meet, my entire life seems to revolve around music, drama and the theatre.
But who exactly am I? To my closest friends and family I am Bethany, to many more I am Beth, to a select few I am both. Nick's recently started the trend of calling me Taylor, which has strangely caught on. I live in your average village, attend your (almost) average secondary school, and make an attempt to live the average teenage life (minus the drug-fuelled Skins style parties and the ASBO thing. I'm not like that.). I live with my Dad, my Mum and my 14-year old brother (although in my ench speaking exam he'll be 12 since I can never remember the French for 14). We're ever so slightly dysfunctional, but then again I believe all families are in their own special way. I just happen to be the most impatient person in the world, which considering my particular family isn't really helpful. My first love is music, did I mention that? I bet I could take you through my family tree and find a musical link to almost everyone...
I have a WONDERFUL (notice caps lock) circle of friends. They're all mad, but I'm told the best people are. I'm by NO means super popular (who'd want to be?!), but I like to think of myself as someone who gets on with pretty much everyone, except the people I can't stand. Sadly no glorious love life to pour my heart about here (which is a shame considering how much of a hopeless romantic I am); I could pour my heart out to you about my LACK of a glorious love life, but I do that enough to my poor friends enough daily.
I've made far too many selfish mistakes to count (and I hate Maths at the best of times), and sometimes I tend to waffle. Sometimes I speak too fast or interrupt by accident. I get easily paranoid, and read into things too much.
There is one thing about me I think you'd never guess, although I'm told it's one of the worst kept secrets ever.
I get easily guilty and have far too many regrets. I spend too much time living in the past (and I'm not just talking about History lessons with Burty). I give up too easily. People wonder why I'm confident on stage but can't seem to stick my hand up in class - believe me or not but I'm intimidated. I think I rely on my friends too much. My biggest fear is death and/or losing someone close to me.
I know I don't have much longer to explain myself to the poor soul reading this, so I'll try and end on a happier note (no musical pun intended). I hope one day when you read my name, it won't be on an exam paper or a Facebook page or a bus pass or a mere blog but it'll be on the front of some West End theatre that's housing the musical I'm currently co-writing.
Oh, that's another thing. I'm tremendously hopeful and 'impossible' isn't in my dictionary.
The person reading this may have never met me before. They may or may not have felt the (often confused or bewildered) stare from behind these specs, or have had to ignore my useless chatter and odd laugh (which my brother refers to as a cackle, but what does he know?). People seem to recognise me in the strangest of places these days thanks to having performed in far too many concerts. Seriously, the film collector at the bus stop, the audience member in the Derngate loos...ohh, the pains of the theatre. For that is one thing you must know about me straight off from the moment we meet, my entire life seems to revolve around music, drama and the theatre.
But who exactly am I? To my closest friends and family I am Bethany, to many more I am Beth, to a select few I am both. Nick's recently started the trend of calling me Taylor, which has strangely caught on. I live in your average village, attend your (almost) average secondary school, and make an attempt to live the average teenage life (minus the drug-fuelled Skins style parties and the ASBO thing. I'm not like that.). I live with my Dad, my Mum and my 14-year old brother (although in my ench speaking exam he'll be 12 since I can never remember the French for 14). We're ever so slightly dysfunctional, but then again I believe all families are in their own special way. I just happen to be the most impatient person in the world, which considering my particular family isn't really helpful. My first love is music, did I mention that? I bet I could take you through my family tree and find a musical link to almost everyone...
I have a WONDERFUL (notice caps lock) circle of friends. They're all mad, but I'm told the best people are. I'm by NO means super popular (who'd want to be?!), but I like to think of myself as someone who gets on with pretty much everyone, except the people I can't stand. Sadly no glorious love life to pour my heart about here (which is a shame considering how much of a hopeless romantic I am); I could pour my heart out to you about my LACK of a glorious love life, but I do that enough to my poor friends enough daily.
I've made far too many selfish mistakes to count (and I hate Maths at the best of times), and sometimes I tend to waffle. Sometimes I speak too fast or interrupt by accident. I get easily paranoid, and read into things too much.
There is one thing about me I think you'd never guess, although I'm told it's one of the worst kept secrets ever.
I get easily guilty and have far too many regrets. I spend too much time living in the past (and I'm not just talking about History lessons with Burty). I give up too easily. People wonder why I'm confident on stage but can't seem to stick my hand up in class - believe me or not but I'm intimidated. I think I rely on my friends too much. My biggest fear is death and/or losing someone close to me.
I know I don't have much longer to explain myself to the poor soul reading this, so I'll try and end on a happier note (no musical pun intended). I hope one day when you read my name, it won't be on an exam paper or a Facebook page or a bus pass or a mere blog but it'll be on the front of some West End theatre that's housing the musical I'm currently co-writing.
Oh, that's another thing. I'm tremendously hopeful and 'impossible' isn't in my dictionary.
Wednesday, 28 April 2010
God, my whole life's like some TEST....
Well, this is the first evening all week that I've been in a relatively decent mood, and no one talkative is online for me to share it with.
Why do all the best songs have to be written for men?
Now I can just about scrape my way through my French, and I pretty much know my song for tomorrow. Just, now I'm playing for Scott, and singing with him, and singing by myself, and as of 11am this morning I'm now stuck with the huge ending solo bit in Seasons of Love.
Ahh. For those of you that haven't heard the huge, insanely high screech at the end, youtube it (RENT LOVE :D).
So now I only have to worry that I have no more time to rehearse anything with Scott, that I'm going to mix up my words and that I've somehow got to muster up the power to screech that top C.
A 2 octave jump.
I did it before, but that was once. Ouch.
It'll either kill me or some poor kid in the audience.
But ENOUGH musical talk! Onto a more (apparently) controversial subject, the fact that the powers that be at the darling college have decided to go ahead with vertical tutor grouping.
Makes me CROSS. Whatever happened to democracy? Free speech?
Okay, so we were never going to get a say in something that huge, but they kept it quiet because they knew we would hate it...
Shutting down a Facebook group that protested against it is rather disgusting though. I'd like to know what is wrong with having an opinion. Over 500 people have joined the new one in retalliation though, that's about a quarter of the students.
Yet, STILL, the powers that be choose to ignore it. After all, they are 'more experienced' and 'know what's best for us'.
HELL do they! It's all about ticking boxes on an Ofsted report these days; my Dad had been out of proper teaching for 7 years before going back in September and now he says kids and the school system have changed so much - on his first appraisal at his new school, the senior manager gave him a ticking off because SOME STUDENTS HAD THEIR COATS ON. They didn't comment on how the kids were actually engaged in the lesson unlike with many other teachers, or on his teaching technique, no, they were more interested in uniform.
The whole thing is a joke.
As for uniform at OUR beloved college, one particular teacher of mine was saying how there is now talk of bringing uniform into sixth form. THAT is a joke.
Why have they suddenly become so intent on taking away everything that was good at that place?
It's all a show of power, if you ask me.
I think tomorrow we're having an assembly on it for them to 'explain' it, and basically tell us it's definite. Reading between the lines, it'll be a slap on the wrists for daring to discuss such a matter over the internet. OO, sorry, I thought we were in a free country?
Rants always make me feel better :) Sorry for boring you.
But then again, TOUGH, this is my place of blogging.
25 minutes till Friends. How else can I kill some time?....
Why do all the best songs have to be written for men?
Now I can just about scrape my way through my French, and I pretty much know my song for tomorrow. Just, now I'm playing for Scott, and singing with him, and singing by myself, and as of 11am this morning I'm now stuck with the huge ending solo bit in Seasons of Love.
Ahh. For those of you that haven't heard the huge, insanely high screech at the end, youtube it (RENT LOVE :D).
So now I only have to worry that I have no more time to rehearse anything with Scott, that I'm going to mix up my words and that I've somehow got to muster up the power to screech that top C.
A 2 octave jump.
I did it before, but that was once. Ouch.
It'll either kill me or some poor kid in the audience.
But ENOUGH musical talk! Onto a more (apparently) controversial subject, the fact that the powers that be at the darling college have decided to go ahead with vertical tutor grouping.
Makes me CROSS. Whatever happened to democracy? Free speech?
Okay, so we were never going to get a say in something that huge, but they kept it quiet because they knew we would hate it...
Shutting down a Facebook group that protested against it is rather disgusting though. I'd like to know what is wrong with having an opinion. Over 500 people have joined the new one in retalliation though, that's about a quarter of the students.
Yet, STILL, the powers that be choose to ignore it. After all, they are 'more experienced' and 'know what's best for us'.
HELL do they! It's all about ticking boxes on an Ofsted report these days; my Dad had been out of proper teaching for 7 years before going back in September and now he says kids and the school system have changed so much - on his first appraisal at his new school, the senior manager gave him a ticking off because SOME STUDENTS HAD THEIR COATS ON. They didn't comment on how the kids were actually engaged in the lesson unlike with many other teachers, or on his teaching technique, no, they were more interested in uniform.
The whole thing is a joke.
As for uniform at OUR beloved college, one particular teacher of mine was saying how there is now talk of bringing uniform into sixth form. THAT is a joke.
Why have they suddenly become so intent on taking away everything that was good at that place?
It's all a show of power, if you ask me.
I think tomorrow we're having an assembly on it for them to 'explain' it, and basically tell us it's definite. Reading between the lines, it'll be a slap on the wrists for daring to discuss such a matter over the internet. OO, sorry, I thought we were in a free country?
Rants always make me feel better :) Sorry for boring you.
But then again, TOUGH, this is my place of blogging.
25 minutes till Friends. How else can I kill some time?....
Monday, 26 April 2010
I want you, and you, and NOTHING but you, miles and piles of you...
I swear I could listen to JRB a thousand times over and never get bored.
I'm burning CDs in iTunes. Apparently this is a mistake, for now my computer is having a fit and is making me pay by slowing everything else down...
OO! PING! Done :)
It's like when something in the microwave is done...except our microwave just gives out an annoying, monotonous beeeep, beeeeep as if to say "GODDD just move your backside and open my door already."
I'd prefer a cheery, pinging microwave.
I'm fed up. And tired. And I ache.
I need the Delorean out of Back to the Future right now, since I actually don't have enough hours in the day anymore to LIVE.
Nothing is fitting in my head either! Whether it be French revision, song lyrics, plans....my brain can't seem to retain much for very long at all at the moment.
Oh LORDY I can't see either! Still need to get my specs sorted. Damn you Specsavers and your stupid closing hours and cutting processes and rubbish receptionists who don't ring people...*please see earlier blogs for further rants on this topic*
And now I can't find my pen.
For some reason, Mr Mears has started revolving his Graphics lessons around my poor pen, and last week he started throwing it on the floor and telling everyone it should be improved :O
Insults.
Ended up on a badminton court first thing this morning, first against the definition of awesomeness known as Hayley, and then somehow we both ended up doing doubles with Elligwoof and Amanda, and Ellingwoof is obviously jealous of my rather...interesting...technique.
In Biology we had to disect chicken wings for no real reason, and we had no idea what we were doing so we just prodded around and cut up a load of muscle and I felt like I was having a Sweeeeeney moment.
I don't get science. I remember doing an experiment in high school where we set Hula Hoops (the crisps, not actual big hula hoops) on fire, that was fun :)
Someone told me we now have 2 more Mondays left of actual school. OOOOOOOOO.
(*cough* Concert, after school, Thursday, £1, Main Hall, musical peoples doing musical things for a good cause :D)
I'm burning CDs in iTunes. Apparently this is a mistake, for now my computer is having a fit and is making me pay by slowing everything else down...
OO! PING! Done :)
It's like when something in the microwave is done...except our microwave just gives out an annoying, monotonous beeeep, beeeeep as if to say "GODDD just move your backside and open my door already."
I'd prefer a cheery, pinging microwave.
I'm fed up. And tired. And I ache.
I need the Delorean out of Back to the Future right now, since I actually don't have enough hours in the day anymore to LIVE.
Nothing is fitting in my head either! Whether it be French revision, song lyrics, plans....my brain can't seem to retain much for very long at all at the moment.
Oh LORDY I can't see either! Still need to get my specs sorted. Damn you Specsavers and your stupid closing hours and cutting processes and rubbish receptionists who don't ring people...*please see earlier blogs for further rants on this topic*
And now I can't find my pen.
For some reason, Mr Mears has started revolving his Graphics lessons around my poor pen, and last week he started throwing it on the floor and telling everyone it should be improved :O
Insults.
Ended up on a badminton court first thing this morning, first against the definition of awesomeness known as Hayley, and then somehow we both ended up doing doubles with Elligwoof and Amanda, and Ellingwoof is obviously jealous of my rather...interesting...technique.
In Biology we had to disect chicken wings for no real reason, and we had no idea what we were doing so we just prodded around and cut up a load of muscle and I felt like I was having a Sweeeeeney moment.
I don't get science. I remember doing an experiment in high school where we set Hula Hoops (the crisps, not actual big hula hoops) on fire, that was fun :)
Someone told me we now have 2 more Mondays left of actual school. OOOOOOOOO.
(*cough* Concert, after school, Thursday, £1, Main Hall, musical peoples doing musical things for a good cause :D)
Saturday, 24 April 2010
You are my girl, and you don't even know it.
I'm....so...tired...
AND I DON'T EVEN CARE!
After a totally uninspiring day with my wonderfully difficult family, I've suddenly been blessed with a random spark of inspiration! FOR A STORY!
Yes, inspired to do write something WHICH ISN'T MUSIC. This is a rarity for me.
And I promise I won't try and adapt it for theatre, either...
Just finished a rough outline :) Romantic slush at it's slushiest, I assure you.
I've already gone on about the rubbishness of the day. I should also mention my concern at not doing any more French revision, too.
I need someone else to fall in love with Elliot Minor, please. They're doing a concert in Oxford in July, and I REALLY want to see them, but Ellingwoof is away, and my son who's seen them before and met them is broke.
Er not literally, I mean he just doesn't have the cash.
I'm not quite sure if I have the cash actually, BUT I'LL SCROUNGE TO SEE ELLIOT MINOR.
Seriously, I can't think of anyone else who's into them.
I refuse to go with my brother. And I will NOT go with my dear father either, however much I may love him.
AND I DON'T EVEN CARE!
After a totally uninspiring day with my wonderfully difficult family, I've suddenly been blessed with a random spark of inspiration! FOR A STORY!
Yes, inspired to do write something WHICH ISN'T MUSIC. This is a rarity for me.
And I promise I won't try and adapt it for theatre, either...
Just finished a rough outline :) Romantic slush at it's slushiest, I assure you.
I've already gone on about the rubbishness of the day. I should also mention my concern at not doing any more French revision, too.
I need someone else to fall in love with Elliot Minor, please. They're doing a concert in Oxford in July, and I REALLY want to see them, but Ellingwoof is away, and my son who's seen them before and met them is broke.
Er not literally, I mean he just doesn't have the cash.
I'm not quite sure if I have the cash actually, BUT I'LL SCROUNGE TO SEE ELLIOT MINOR.
Seriously, I can't think of anyone else who's into them.
I refuse to go with my brother. And I will NOT go with my dear father either, however much I may love him.
Friday, 23 April 2010
When I grow (up), I want to be a flute. Or a penguin. Or a rock star.
Okay, so this sounds really big-headed and the like, but I swear if it wasn't for me than SO many people wouldn't have been introduced to the wonders of modern musical theatre, like JRB and ESPECIALLY Rent!
Makes me smile sometimes. I watch people sing or listen to the genius and think 'YEP, that's 47% my fault."
Aaaaand here we are again! Yet another weekend! 4 more till freedom that calendar shows me. (Still have to go back and re-spell calendar every time...I'm abou foolish as my keyboard...)
Can't remember why I didn't blog last night, and I'm too tired to come up with some excuse as to why I didn't :)
I seriously am shattered.
"WELL GO TO BED THEN!" I hear you cry. Yeah, but it's not that simple. I go to bed and then can't grab my train straight off to Snoozeville, so I grab my iTodd and groove away.
Groove away? I can't believe I just put that.
I've just spent the last hour delving into the deep depths of iTunes compiling playlists :) This is something I never do. WHY AM I DOING THIS?!?!
Maybe this is a deep, psychological sign. Maybe I am trying to tell myself that I am changing deep inside as a person.
Excuse the waffling and rambling, did I mention I'm exhausted?
Haha, just looked over Ellingwoof's blog, I'd forgotten about Graphics yesterday :')
Twas the most pointless practical ever, we got some foam, hammered at it and pulled it and stabbed it and furiously drilled into it, all for no apparent reason. Then, Mears turns round and says "Okay, lets pack up, throw it in the bin."
Also during that lesson Ellingwoof kept turning to me shouting BLOG in my face, and I can't remember why.
Everything is a blur. I think I was in a tremendously good mood at lunch today because Nick and I continued doing cloud impressions and Burty made some comment about it, and then she misread my shirt and thought it said 'When I grow' when in fact it said 'When I grow UP'.
I've had a new song idea! I'm just too tired to do any more on it right now. Hate it when that happens. ACTUAL inspiration and I let myself down. Ohh, Taylor, be ashamed.
So, did I mention I'm in a charity concert next Thursday, after school? I'M IN A CHARITY CONCERT NEXT THURSDAY AFTER SCHOOL, TICKETS ARE £1.
Thing is, I'm supposed to be doing a solo and playing piano for it, but I'm stupidly indecisive and can't make up my mind on what song to do.
Help me out? Please? :)
I'm stuck between Closest Thing to Crazy (by Katie Melua? Know the one?) or Fields of Gold? Both are gorgeous songs, but I just don't knowwww....
Tomorrow I'm back down to Bedford to see people I don't know who are supposed to be related to me :)
.....fun times?
Makes me smile sometimes. I watch people sing or listen to the genius and think 'YEP, that's 47% my fault."
Aaaaand here we are again! Yet another weekend! 4 more till freedom that calendar shows me. (Still have to go back and re-spell calendar every time...I'm abou foolish as my keyboard...)
Can't remember why I didn't blog last night, and I'm too tired to come up with some excuse as to why I didn't :)
I seriously am shattered.
"WELL GO TO BED THEN!" I hear you cry. Yeah, but it's not that simple. I go to bed and then can't grab my train straight off to Snoozeville, so I grab my iTodd and groove away.
Groove away? I can't believe I just put that.
I've just spent the last hour delving into the deep depths of iTunes compiling playlists :) This is something I never do. WHY AM I DOING THIS?!?!
Maybe this is a deep, psychological sign. Maybe I am trying to tell myself that I am changing deep inside as a person.
Excuse the waffling and rambling, did I mention I'm exhausted?
Haha, just looked over Ellingwoof's blog, I'd forgotten about Graphics yesterday :')
Twas the most pointless practical ever, we got some foam, hammered at it and pulled it and stabbed it and furiously drilled into it, all for no apparent reason. Then, Mears turns round and says "Okay, lets pack up, throw it in the bin."
Also during that lesson Ellingwoof kept turning to me shouting BLOG in my face, and I can't remember why.
Everything is a blur. I think I was in a tremendously good mood at lunch today because Nick and I continued doing cloud impressions and Burty made some comment about it, and then she misread my shirt and thought it said 'When I grow' when in fact it said 'When I grow UP'.
I've had a new song idea! I'm just too tired to do any more on it right now. Hate it when that happens. ACTUAL inspiration and I let myself down. Ohh, Taylor, be ashamed.
So, did I mention I'm in a charity concert next Thursday, after school? I'M IN A CHARITY CONCERT NEXT THURSDAY AFTER SCHOOL, TICKETS ARE £1.
Thing is, I'm supposed to be doing a solo and playing piano for it, but I'm stupidly indecisive and can't make up my mind on what song to do.
Help me out? Please? :)
I'm stuck between Closest Thing to Crazy (by Katie Melua? Know the one?) or Fields of Gold? Both are gorgeous songs, but I just don't knowwww....
Tomorrow I'm back down to Bedford to see people I don't know who are supposed to be related to me :)
.....fun times?
Wednesday, 21 April 2010
I ain't flat, the band's sharp.
We have air freshener that smells like fresh linen.
Now, if I stood up and cried "EUREKA! I'm going to make an air freshener that smells as comforting and wonderful as freshly washed linen", Ellingwoof would point and make a mockery of me (although SHE is the one who couldn't spell her own name after 2consecutive tries on her coursework form, much to the dismay of Mr Dr).
The world has gone mad.
I don't like Wednesdays. There's always that dreadful 'middle-of-the-week' feeling about them, and for me they just drag on and on and on and on and....
On Mondays, there's the 'beginning-of-the-week' feeling and on Sundays the 'night-before-school-and-loss-of-freedom' feeling. But nothing beats Wednesdays and their dragging-on-ness.
Graphics first, and Ellingwoof started beating up Burty randomly. It was like the Sims, you know when your sims have a fight and you see this huge cloud with arms and legs flying everywhere? Yeah, it was a bit like that. I'm going to miss Graphics lessons.
Then Music, and well, Ellingwoof was just on a roll today. As I've just said, SHE COULDN'T EVEN SPELL HER OWN NAME ;)
Ellingwoof and Juliette have come to the conclusion that my stage name will be Taylor Slow,a combination of my apparent new nickname Taylor and a play on the whole Taylor Swift thing with me being a bit, well, occasionally slow. Notice the word occasionally, there.
Bleh, French. *Insert tedious moan about speaking exam a week on Friday here*
People really annoy me when they don't get back to me about IMPORTANT STUFF THAT NEEDS TO BE ORGANISED.
I have some promoting to do here: a week tomorrow (Thursday 29th) after school in the main hall, Tom (of the Nelson variety) is holding a charity concert in aid of LOROS, and it should be pretty good :) Acts include Nick 'Bertha' Barstow (for Todd's sake don't tell him I said that ;)...), Becky 'I'm the next Taylor Swift' Orton and Lauren Kruge and her amazing melodeon.
Oh, and then some singer by name of Taylor Slow is going to stumble over to the piano and wail a bit, and then maybe sing Glee duets with Scott :)
Seriously, it's for a good cause and it should be fun so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE hunt me/Tom down and buy a ticket. £1 for you, £2 for staff. But hopefully no staff are reading this anyway.
We have something ridiculous like 200 to flog though, so spread the word :)
Have some sympathy. Last year, as Ellingwoof in particular will recall, I (stupidly) decided it'd be nice to organise my own charity concert.
TWAS A NIGHTMARE. But it paid off :)
And in fact, on a slight tangent, all the money we raised that week (around £150) got sent to my friend, and she took it over to Gambia a few weeks ago and began working on the school there :)
Thing is, because of this ash business, she's now stuck out there.
Maybe if I row a boat over to Norway and threw some pepper into the sky and said MORE ash is coming, I could 'accidentally' get stranded there, and miss my speaking exam?
My plans are brilliant. And totally logical.
Now, if I stood up and cried "EUREKA! I'm going to make an air freshener that smells as comforting and wonderful as freshly washed linen", Ellingwoof would point and make a mockery of me (although SHE is the one who couldn't spell her own name after 2consecutive tries on her coursework form, much to the dismay of Mr Dr).
The world has gone mad.
I don't like Wednesdays. There's always that dreadful 'middle-of-the-week' feeling about them, and for me they just drag on and on and on and on and....
On Mondays, there's the 'beginning-of-the-week' feeling and on Sundays the 'night-before-school-and-loss-of-freedom' feeling. But nothing beats Wednesdays and their dragging-on-ness.
Graphics first, and Ellingwoof started beating up Burty randomly. It was like the Sims, you know when your sims have a fight and you see this huge cloud with arms and legs flying everywhere? Yeah, it was a bit like that. I'm going to miss Graphics lessons.
Then Music, and well, Ellingwoof was just on a roll today. As I've just said, SHE COULDN'T EVEN SPELL HER OWN NAME ;)
Ellingwoof and Juliette have come to the conclusion that my stage name will be Taylor Slow,a combination of my apparent new nickname Taylor and a play on the whole Taylor Swift thing with me being a bit, well, occasionally slow. Notice the word occasionally, there.
Bleh, French. *Insert tedious moan about speaking exam a week on Friday here*
People really annoy me when they don't get back to me about IMPORTANT STUFF THAT NEEDS TO BE ORGANISED.
I have some promoting to do here: a week tomorrow (Thursday 29th) after school in the main hall, Tom (of the Nelson variety) is holding a charity concert in aid of LOROS, and it should be pretty good :) Acts include Nick 'Bertha' Barstow (for Todd's sake don't tell him I said that ;)...), Becky 'I'm the next Taylor Swift' Orton and Lauren Kruge and her amazing melodeon.
Oh, and then some singer by name of Taylor Slow is going to stumble over to the piano and wail a bit, and then maybe sing Glee duets with Scott :)
Seriously, it's for a good cause and it should be fun so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE hunt me/Tom down and buy a ticket. £1 for you, £2 for staff. But hopefully no staff are reading this anyway.
We have something ridiculous like 200 to flog though, so spread the word :)
Have some sympathy. Last year, as Ellingwoof in particular will recall, I (stupidly) decided it'd be nice to organise my own charity concert.
TWAS A NIGHTMARE. But it paid off :)
And in fact, on a slight tangent, all the money we raised that week (around £150) got sent to my friend, and she took it over to Gambia a few weeks ago and began working on the school there :)
Thing is, because of this ash business, she's now stuck out there.
Maybe if I row a boat over to Norway and threw some pepper into the sky and said MORE ash is coming, I could 'accidentally' get stranded there, and miss my speaking exam?
My plans are brilliant. And totally logical.
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