YAY!!! =^-^=

I get my Mac Book Pro tomorrow!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!

I Guess I'll Carry The Friends Theme On...

Last night was the second of three parties that this weekend has to offer. It was really chilled out with my friends from physics, guys who I haven't really spoken to in a while, but when back together we all get on like a house on fire.

It was really great that it was just Alex from my group of friends that was there with me too. That's not to say that I didn't want the rest of my group there either of course! But she came along, because she's Ed's girlfriend, and was pretty much the first time that we sat down just the two of us and chatted about everything and anything. And it was really nice =)

It's funny, even though we're really close friends, I guess I didn't realise how close we really are until last night. We've never really sat down just us two, there's always been other girls from our group there with us. So having the chance to actually chat, and laugh together was really great.

I'm really looking forward to Methini's party tonight too. I love that girl to pieces and there's just something different about going to her house than my other friend's houses. I get a really nice kinda cosy feeling... an "at home" feeling when I go to hers.

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What would we all do without friends? I've been told by many that all my friends will all say we'll keep in touch, but apparently that's never going to happen. Perhaps just one if I'm lucky. But I really really really want to keep in touch and make the time and effort to meet up with them all. Even if it's just once a year. I honestly can't imagine life without them, even though we're all moving in completely different directions. Glue together Team Marmite!!!

How Splendiferously Resplendent!

Yesterday I watched my favourite scene from Star Trek Insurrection. Geordi LaForge takes a deep breath, and stands tall on the edge of the cliff without his visor on. He then turns to Picard and says

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"You know, I've never seen the sun rise with my own two eyes before... until now."

Somehow, that suits exactly how I'm seeing the world right now. It's strange, but it's like I've been given a new set of eyes to look out of and everything seems so new and exciting. It's almost like looking at things and people as if I've never seen them before, yet they're actually things and people I see every day. I look and wonder with my eyes wide open and feel so happy to be there at that moment in time. Just like seeing Nelly the Elephant with a dressage on her head, hiding in the vines over the courtyard. Wandering if there's a girl who likes to run in the gutters way up high because there's a lawn growing up there, with acres of land to play on. Seeing how beautiful everything seems to be at the moment and feeling lucky and happy. Watching the clouds eat the moon in the middle of the dark night whilst hanging out my window to get a better look. I don't even do this intentionally, I just seem to be helplessly filled with an endless feeling of amazment and wander...

Resplendent.

And She Pisses Coolness Apparently.

Ok, so I just cried for about two hours straight. I couldn't help it, it just didn't seem to want to stop flowing. Now my nose is bright red and my eyes are scratching my skull again! (silly girl).

But now I've calmed down, with some help from great memories and rain music, and everything is once again resplendent, and I'm smiling, a very big and happy smile.

I've just finished reading my year book, and in the back pages there are some quotes that I find very very true. So here they are:

"Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened."
"Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." - Dr. Suess

"It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them" - Ralph Waldo Emerson.

"A friend knows the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails." - Donna Roberts.

"A diamond is a lump of coal that stuck with it." - Matt Mann.

This one is my favourite:

"The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit with on a porch swing, never say a word, then walk away thinking it was the best conversation you'd ever had."

Shine, Shine, Shine...

Laughing and joking, smiling and not crying... leavers mass was good so far.

Then the moment came, when it became perfect. There's not really many things you can call perfect in this world, but that moment was.

Perfect.

The tears came flooding down, and I needed Marina to practically hold me up, as she squeezed my hand. I can't really describe how I felt in that moment in time. In fact there are no words at all. I tried to look up at you, and when you looked back, it was kinda like having my soul set completely and uterly free. You shone like I've never seen anyone shine. It might sound stupid or what ever, but I was so proud.

It was probably one of the most beautiful things I had ever heard and listened to in my life. I'd give anything to go back to that moment. It was even greater and more perfect than the first time I heard Danny Elfman's music.

I can still hear it perfectly in my head.

My Favourite Place.

Today I got asked where my favourite place in the world is, and whether, in years time it will still remain to be my favourite place.

And the answer I gave was that The Studio, always has been (for as long as I've known it to exist), and always will be, my favourite place in the whole entire world.

Even when I go off and fall in love with different people and different places, even if in my conscious mind I forget the place ever existed, I believe that it and its memories will always hold a dear place in my heart, and so, there will never be a place that will ever be more special to me than that little room of magic and music and worlds of infinite imagination.

Wave Goodbye As Time Flies Past

I feel that time is slipping past me like its on speed or something. I've noticed lately that it just seems to go so quickly, and things that I did only two seconds ago seems like and age, but things I did an age ago feel like seconds. It's probably because I've got so many things that I'd like to say to so many people before I go away, but I feel as though I'm running out of time to do so... Verbal constipation seems to be pretty solid at the moment!

Oh Arse Biscuits! (to be read in a deep, cheesy, american accent)

Arse biscuits, Piss biscuits, Felch biscuits... You name it, we've got it! Here at S's bakery, you're sure to find any kind scrummy biscuit that you're looking for!

No other firm (buttocks) gives you cash back guarantee if you aint got no satisfaction from these tasty buggers!

Tuck in! Mama don't wanna be cookin' all night, so come along and order your favourite flavours, from old time goodies to our newest recipes made from the finest ingredients around!

Come on down, and have a non-discombobulated smeghead of a time, with the best tastin' biscuits in the world!!!

Goodbye daylight... (oj)

Yayness of yaynesses!

The Studio Porn

HAS ARRIVED!!!

Yay!!!

Another day of smiling =)

The Beached Obese Whale

Urgh! Why do I dress SO badly?! I realised that I actually put my self in a position of humiliation. I look like some obese beached whale most of the time, wearing stupid tartan shorts and bowler hats for god's sake!

You get people like Lydia who dress so well, and always look pretty, even in uniform...

So Lydia, please give me a lesson on how to dress properly, because I'm in fact not that beached obese whale underneath those badly put together clothes. Having even your family members exclaim "what do you look like?!?!" everytime they see you can get a bit tiring.

In reply to Marina's blog...

Question: For your birthday, your aunt gave you a maple syrup dispenser shaped like a rooster. Please write her a thank-you note:
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo. Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo. Doo doo doo doo doo, do do do do, doo doo doo doo doo doo. (the roster song)

Question: If there isn’t an ‘I’ in team, then why is there a ‘me’?
Because what is a team without a me?

Question: You've been entered in a shadow puppet contest. What's your best pose?
Danny Elfman’s Baton lol

Question: If you were a wrestler, what would be your finishing move?
The twenty minute H-U-G

Question: Never mind the turtle. Don't you think you're sure to win?
Even with a broken back

Question: Whoops! Your tongue is now a magnet. Whatever will you use for silverware?
Spray painted plastic you idiots!

Question: When you spilled the milk, did it look like the moon?
Nope, but it did look like a cow

Question: What did you dream when you ate a spider while sleeping?
I swallowed the spider to catch the fly. I don’t know why, I swallowed a fly, perhaps I’ll die.

Question: Come up with some possible band names for your group that features a washboard and a Styrofoam tuba.
Twats (lol)

Question: Unlike a dog, how can a turtle ever be naked?
Climb out of its shell obviously

Question: You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?
More than you could ever imagine!

Question: Radio wire is often used to make bird nests. What station do they listen to?
British Airways FM

Question: What would you wear for camouflage if you were hiding in a gingerbread house?
A ginger wig (or not seeing as my hair is turning ginger) and some gum-drop buttons.

Question: You're trapped in a well with a goat and a slinky. Describe how you will escape.
Attach the slinky to the goats feet and train it to bounce high enough to get us out. Either that or eat the goat and play with the slinky, and wait for some bloody help.

Question: What's the most amount of sand you've ever had in your swimming trunks?
Seeing as I’ve never worn swimming trunks, not a lot.

Question: What spells can you cast with magic markers?
Lots.

Question: Your hands have been replaced by rubber stamps. What do they say?
Genius.

Question: What reason do you have to believe the earth is flat?
Because it balances on four gigantic elephants of course.

Question: Your pyjamas have duckies on them. Why did you switch from choo-choos?
Because the choo choos were called Richard the thirds, so I decided to grow up a bit.

Urghh, that's an image I didn't want.

They say that Children's TV and films are actually meant for your parents. Well I always assumed that was because of all the hidden innuendos you'll find in them that some innocent kid would never work out. But oh no, apparently not as I discovered today... *shudder*

Hache-You-Gee.

I'm very chuffed!

Oh, The Hokey Kokey!

It's quite a surreal thing, but for the past two nights, I have found my self putting my left leg in, my left leg out, in out, in out, shaking it all about. I do the hokey kokey and I turn around, and apparently, that's what it's all about. *clap clap*.

The first time was at about half eleven at night, falling over on the beach, with people looking at us, shaking their head, muttering, stupid piss heads. But we weren't drunk at all. Me, Marina, Tori and Claire. Oh, and we also played "it". Screaming and shouting and singing very loudly. heh. The second time was last night when Methini, Tori and Marina all came round, and once more I found that I was this time putting my right boob in, my right boob out, in out, in out, shaking it all about. (LOL). We'd do the hokey kokey and we'd turn around, and that's what it's all about. *clap clap*. Then we played "it". yay!

Funeriforous!

SMILE!! (you'll live longer)

So it's almost mid night, and I've just come back from the beach, covered in sand, head to toe, glowing face and a huge smile, having spent about five hours with Marina, Claire and Tori, trying to take photos of us jumping in the air, and looking like we've found a severed head on the floor.

I don't actually think I've stopped laughing and smiling today, it's been such a great splendiferous day =)

Post 141: The Big F.O. List Of Insults.

Twat
Little shit
Big shit
Nit wit
Shit wit
Fuck wit
Arse biscuits
Arse wipe
Arse wang woo woo
Wangle arse fuck biscuit
Monkey bum breath
Arse-tit-shit-wank-aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrssssssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeee (to be shouted as if straining for a poo.)

Twat face
Shit face
Fuck face
Tit face
Wing wang woo woo (I'm sure it means something rude lol)
Arse tits fanny willy
Dick head
Wet willy
Arse wangle
Tit wank (that's my very frequent saying, ask Lydia, even she says it now)
See You Next Tuesday - Bubble. (sorry, couldn't resist hehehe)
Numpty
Numpty bucket
Nimrod
Nurd Wangle
Monkey bum brain
Son of a jumped up never come down dung beetle
Mollusk-brained Turd Wangle
Turd bucket...

The list is surely longer, but at this present moment in time I can't think of any others that stick out in my brain like a ginormous wing wang. Heh. Sssssilly bananas!

Look Away!!! It's Musical Porn!!!

Ahhh! *girly scream* - Ronald's nakey!!!

Beware the Beast!

666

The Number of Sibelius!

Ell - Ohh - Vee - Eee

LOVE

LOVE

LOVE

LOVE

LOVE

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Bundle Of Blog.

So do you think this describes me pretty well? (click to enlarge)

Hello, kid. Welcome to your new life.

Today, I realised that I'm technically now a student of music technology and composition.

Oh my God. I'm a composer! woooooooooooooooooooooop!!!

And it feels fan-ducking-tastic!!!

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Passing It On.

Light, Truth, Love, Spirit and Hope will win every time.

Pass it on.

Happy Father's day to my lovely dad!

For The First Time.

Today, I stood in the Market, and looked a man in the eye. My heart raced, adrenalin pumped, but I stood firm and tall. I thought of all the reasons why. I thought of all the people who really matter to me. I thought of all the people who believe in me. And I believed, completely, for the first time.

For the first time, it was him who ran away.

After that moment, I smiled.

I hope this blog post makes you smile too. Because I wouldn't have done it without you.

I've faced him.
I've fought him.

I've won.

Ronald Shall Be Saved!!!

(All I need is some honeybee wax from Mrs. Legg,

and a couple o' tins o' polish.) =)

Big Fish

I never get post. It's always bills or business letters to my parents, either that or mail for my brother, and he doesn't even live here anymore! But today, there was only one flimsy piece of paper with an advertisement on it, addressed to my parents, and there sat a parcel addressed to me, wrapped up in brown paper, complete with string. Wow. Never under estimate the joys of recieving some mail.
I was listening to "I wanted you to know" by John Ottman from the Superman Returns soundtrack (which fitted perfectly) as I ripped the parcel open, and there on its side, were the shiny letters that read "Big Fish". I got shivers down my spine. Even at this moment in time, I had forgotten that I'd asked Lyle to order this for me off the internet a few days before.

I went straight to my room and put the soundtrack on, closed my eyes, and got swallowed whole by the beautiful music surrounding me. Ahh, Perfect.

Dun Dun DUN!!!

That man is in EVERYTHING!

I watched Iron Man about a month ago, or when ever it came out, and since then, I swear that man is in every film I've seen since... Tonight I went to see The Incredible Hulk - Actually an awesome film that turned out to be hellish better than I thought it would (although the sound track wasn't my cup of tea.)

We went all the way through the film, and with in the last two minutes, bloody Iron Man turns up! A G A I N ! ! ! Complete with that perfectly trimed beard!!!

Fe Fick Fog's Of Freddie

Woah. I don't actually know how I managed to function today.

I can't really describe to you what mood / state I was in, but I'll try my best.

I didn't feel miserable at all, quite the opposite actually, but I think I must have looked it (I'm really sorry if I made anyone feel miserable)
I was incredibly tired for some strange reason.
My brain didn't seem to be there.
It was kinda like being shoved into a deep and thick fog, swirling pointlessly around my head.
I couldn't think, at all.
I couldn't speak properly either.
My body felt like it was being held in limbo, and I was continuously trying to pull out of it, and fight it, just to move forward.
I found it very hard to breathe too.
I didn't really know what to do with my self, with any aspect of myself. My body, my brain, my vision (which was resplendent, but I found it hard to look at things, to see things), my hearing (like that thick fog), everything. Kinda like a gigantic metaphysical glass was put over my head, heavy, with unclear sight and sound. Yet that orchestra sounded clear as day. Perfect infact.
It was the same feeling as being pulled into a zone out. Except I never actually went into a zone out. Just, kinda, sat there. My brain and body, and soul if you like, just, kinda, sat there. Right in the middle of limbo.

Strange... very strange.

Isn't It Ironic?

Isn't ironic how I'm going to end my career at Beaulieu with my worst subject? Isn't it ironic that it was my best and favourite subject that finished first?

So today I finished both Music Technology and English forever at Beaulieu Convent School. Only two more hours of damn philosophy to go. So as I look back on these past two years, I can honestly say that they have been the best two years of my life (so far!). I've settled down into my group of friends, all of who I love dearly. I've found the best friend I think I will ever find, in Marina. I've got one person that now knows me better than I do. (which is perhaps slightly scary!). I've had laughs and giggles that have lasted whole lessons and beyond. I've learnt so much interesting stuff that I don't think I can cram any more stuff in right now. I've had, in my opinion, the greatest teachers teaching me. And I've found a home in that little room that is (as I figured out today) underground (!), called the studio.


Yesterday I told a group of year 12s, who are starting their yr 13 music course work that I'm jealous of them. They all laughed, because I just happened to be going off to uni to do 24/7 music, what I've always wanted to do (which I can't wait for). But I'm jealous of them, because of all the great times I've had in that room, because of how much you get taught by one great man in that room, because of all the compositions they get to do, because of all the laughs they will have, because of all the morning doors they might have... there are so many reasons. Getting on that boat to uni will be tough. Very tough. But then I guess that goes without saying, for everyone.
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But no matter, onwards to the bright and determinedly orange future!

You Know You Want To...

The meaning of Divine Command theory!

(Aristotle eat your heart out.)

I Love Danny Elfman!

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Today I was in the studio listening to some great film music, along with lydia. There was a point where I stood up and danced and conducted to the invisible orchestra, to one of Danny Elfman's many compositions, love swelling inside my chest, and concluded:

"Ahh, I am so going into the right industry."

Singing is Gud Yaaa?!

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You wouldn't hit a guy with glasses now, would ya?

Lets Chase Cars.

I was lying on my freshly made bed on my back, the smell of comfort all around me, Brian Eno plugged into my ears. My room was nice and warm, my bed more comfortable than I'd ever remembered it to be. I became painfully aware of my breathing, my heart beat, my blinks, my small movements, chewing my bottom lip. And I just seemed to sink... It was like one of those close ups you see in films, where all you can hear is the persons breathing, the camera focusing on the persons eye from a side shot. Just like in Snow Patrol's Chasing Cars video.

Splish Splosh.

Today I realised just how much I enjoy teaching.

Even though I start early on a Sunday, no matter what mood I'm in, teaching swimming always seems to put a smile on my face. Maybe that's because it's me teaching something that I love so much, and now get to teach my knowledge of it, and maybe one of those children might become the next nutter that loves to swim ten times a week and break all their bones!

I love teaching the adults and teenagers the most. They always seem so fascinated and listen really carefully to what I have to say. And they always try so hard to understand and get it right. This morning I demonstrated a width of breaststroke. I did it in two strokes and they all had their chins on the floor (hehehe). One of them shouted "so that's what breaststroke's supposed to look like!". lol. Watching the little ones try to swim front crawl with arms for the first time is always entertaining. I always feel so proud of them when they manage to get over the next hurdle without drowning!

It's one of the best feelings in the world, watching someone, no matter their age, progress so well through something you've taught them. Even though I love the teaching there's always some shitty classes, yet I still feel proud of them when they do well. Oh, and I'll still complain about Thursday's =P

Shaky Shake Shake!

Well, I can only think of possibly two days that have been somewhere near as nerve racking as this one has been. I've been nervous all day! I'm still shaking now lol.

So I started off with a frantic run about my house with some unwelcome guests shouting in my ear. A trip to the studio made me calm down a lot, with nice, relaxing Brian Eno... sleeeeep. So then into my first exam, R.S. - 2 hours down, two hours left to go, ever. (thanks god.)

I was then put into quarantine, (of the non-bird flu sense) luckily with my best friends, and then puked once more before heading to the dreaded three hour English war synoptic. FUN. It was actually much better than I anticipated, but I dunno, I don't wanna jinx it! (last time I thought I did well in an English exam, I got an E. ha.)

After that the nerves calmed down a bit, they weren't even too prominent during my first attempt at singing solo with my (lookin' sexy) bassist Thomas. That was until I freaked out for some strange reason in the middle of one of my favourite songs, Under Pressure (quite literally!) I was shaking so much for the second attempt, but it turned out to be much more successful than the first, probably because I had all my friends around me =)

No sitting on beach stairs tonight till two am, off to bed I am to get some bloody good sleep! Good night all, and thanks to all who need to be thanked =)

Reasons Why A Girl Should Not Learn To Play The Accordion

"Ouch! My boobs!"

Get Elfman's Baton Out!

Ah, another great day in the life of a celesta. It was nice to meet a clarinet from a new set of optical nerves, and to have a rehearsal with a double bass. Saving a vole from the perilous corridors was just part of the excitement, along with a surprise that gave a smile from ear to ear all day.

Then to chill out with the same double bass and a banjo, wrapped up in sleeping bags on the biggest sofa known to man, as Claiton turned Eastwood Revine flashed up on the screen.

I will now give the (pain in the ass) shiny black grand piano a ring to tell her the pairing for an RS exam before retiring to bed, telling a few white flicky things that are in a complete mess to fuck off politely.

How lovely =)

hmmmm hm hmm hmmmmm *humming a beautiful tune*

Ok, so I was playing my *in tune* piano (!) and had another thought as I was playing any old crap that my fingers would play.

Most people ask others, what animal or being they would like to come back as if there was such a thing as reincarnation. Well, what happens if I was to ask you to come back as something you're much more likely to come back as.

Technically, we will all become a part of a tree in our life, whether we're buried or cremated or whatever, we'll rot and things will grow on us, and perhaps, a tree will be made out of your skinny remains. So what happens if we were to be reincarnated as a musical instrument?

What instrument would you be, and what instrument do you think I, and others, would be? And more importantly, why?

There's a blog for you all to do!

Stiletto a la Balzac

Hello, wild, colourful, vivid, musical and pleasant dreams,
How lovely it is to see you again, after all these years.

*gggrrriiinnn*
(Now you can actually say sweet dreams to me)

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Verbal Constipation

So, I'm not particularly good with words, and I'm especially crap at saying what I want to say at a particular moment in time. I don't know why, but the words seem to sit on the end of my tongue but refuse to come out. I can quite literally feel them hanging there.

I then find it difficult to say what I wanted to in the first place after the particular moment, because I'm either worried it won't mean as much, or feel unreal or something like that to the other person, or like I'd had to think about what to say, which, most of the time, isn't the case.

So, just to let you know, that these words were sitting on the end of my tongue at that particular moment in time:

"It's good to be back" and I wouldn't trade it for all the biscuits, gold, grand pianos, orchestras (or a (freak) meeting with Freddie Mercury) in the world.

Live the Life you Love and Love the Life you Live.

Studio Fencing!

So you'd thought you'd seen it all before huh?

Welcome to the wonderful world of Studio Fencing. Oh yes, Studio Fencing.

A two player, violent game, that involves a drum stick and a cd (x2) to use as your sword and hand shield... and away you go! Aim of the game is to dramatically remove the other persons cd hand shield from the drum stick (or if you wish, shatter the cd instead.) Poke, prod, whack, joust... what ever you can to remove that cd hand shield, and you've won!

Buttons and a Bear

I saw this photo of Claire and Tori, and thought I'd tell you all about how great those two are. Claire-bear is seriously never ever without a camera in her hand... She's a pro at giving me frights that make me leap vertically off beds, wet myself and shed my skin. No joke. She always seems to smile, and is the only one who won't get on my nerves when she talks in a baby voice. Tori on the other hand is my giggling physics partner, who owns and drives a button-mobile. One look at her in a physics lesson, and that would be it. Pickled onion sandwiches and a demented looking man shuffling across a grotesquely over-heated corridor in De La Salle.

Ah, I've got so many great memories of these two peas in a pod, that I shall surely miss them both like I'd miss the middle C key of my piano. (and that means a lot.)

Freddie Skywalker

I thought I'd post this, cuz I think it's a cool photo, walking in the sky...