I'm going to blog simply because I have a blog here.

So, I haven't posted in a while (unless you count trying to rack up FanCorps points). I think I'm just going to spout rubbish until I get bored of it.
I have a throbbing headache, but I don't care as I've had an amazing day. The first time I've got back from somewhere without the usual downer, so hopefully it's getting better (: We found a milkshake bar which basically sold the same as our usual but small cups and more expensive; I'll stick with Hanley, thanks! Hippy Hippy Shake > Funky Cow. But we did see that guy from that band who knows my dad. That was random.
What else? I rule at both I-Spy and 20 Questions - as you can tell, we missed the train! Seriously, it was just pulling off as we got there. An FML moment if ever their was one, but we had fun anyway.
I spent my day stealing Charlie's food, as I can't afford to eat ): Well, I can, but I needed to buy presents haha! So basically, blame Emma, Perse and my dad for my starving. Did find my dad a really awesome pressie though, so all is well. I also want Persy's present for myself.
I hope Emma's arrives in time :/
What else? Hmm... I'm supposed to be going to Manchester tomorrow, but I have a feeling funds won't stretch. Gonna have to watch that over summer.
Rehearsals on Sunday... that'll be fun. Oh how I relish playing the same songs over and over and over and over and...
You get the picture.
Next week = busybusybusy! Rehearsals, concert, college meeting, theatre...

Oh man, college. The word scares me. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm really looking forward to it. It's just... scary, y'know? It's been looming for so long; now it's finally here, staring straight us straight in the face. The only think to do is embrace it, and hope all goes to plan.

Oh, and I really need a job.

It's been a while...

... so I thought I'd take this great opportunity to tell you all to head over to the Jimmy Robbins Street Team at FanCorps. The site lets you earn points to by really cool rewards (personalised songs and private gigs, anyone?) and you also get to promote an awesome artist!

What's not to love?

Has it really been that long?

Well yeah, it has.
I can assure you though, it's not by choice. I'm always thinking I should post something, then finding that there is nothing in my life worth a whole blog (that's why Twitter was invented, right?).
Things seem so impressive or important to us at the time, but looking back - maybe even just a few hours later - they're nothing.

A couple of kids get in a fight? Who cares?
Some of my exam results are in? No big deal, there's more to come.
I saw a few cool movies? They come and go.

That's one thing about the Internet. It convinces us that our lives are more important than there really are. That people living thousands of miles away actually care about our mediocre lives. I mean, it's great that we can connect with people all over the world, but to what end if all that's to do is whine to them about how much we hate our lives?

Whoa, that ended up far more pessimistic than it started out.

Brainwave Synchronicity?

Do you think that when we spend a lot of time with a person, something of them rubs off on us? I don't mean this in the sense of having common interests and goals, but a noticeable change in the way we act or behave.
I say this because I have noticed something in the way I speak - or more specifically, type. I find myself using words or phrases that I never would have used before, that usually only one of my friends uses. This may be something as simple as a different emoticon (for example, (: instead of :)) or a generic feature added to everything (repeating a certain letter), but the key thing is that it is not a general trend - this nuances are only ever used by one person when I pick them up.
I've even noticed this happen with people I have never met, but simply have an interest in. After talking to and reading a lot of stuff written by a certain person, I have noticed that I tend to use expressions similar to some of theirs.
The oddest thing I have noticed about this is that it happens most when I am talking to or about the person from whom I have adopted the feature. Although this is not exclusively the case, it certainly happens often enough to notice the effect. Could it possibly be that, when someone is in the forefront of our mind, some kind of link is created in our brain? That our minds are affected directly by the people we choose to associate with?
Just a thought.

Dreamland.

I've been having some really weird dreams lately. Now, my dreams are normally pretty strange, but these have been occurring with alarming regularity, and seemingly no features in common for the most part. If anyone has any ideas/theories about what any of this stuff means, then please let me know. They are in chronological order as far as I can recall, and last three all happened within about five days:

1. I was swimming lengths in my local pool, but it was literally FULL of people (like that freaky Japanese wave machine video) - amazingly this didn't make it any harder to swim. Then I crashed into some guy and went under, but I wasn't sinking or floating - kind of suspended below the surface.

2. Again at my local pool, and a massive group of people ran from the women's' changing room and dive bombed in at the shallow end. A lifeguard-type person was talking to the group, while I was at the back chatting to a teenage mass-murderer with short ginger hair and really bad skin.

3. I went to my next door neighbour's house to look after it while the builders were in. I was going around the house opening all the curtains when one of the workers tried to rape me.

4. A YouTube special: I was climbing a really tall ladder with DudeNeedaEaseOnUp, but he was having trouble and kept nearly falling. I was trying to catch his hand, but couldn't reach. At the bottom of the ladder, zacharyxbinks was pacing and shouting up at me to help him. We were all really upset ( This one was deceivingly scary).

5. I was in a Zavvi located in the middle of a wasteland. Instead of going to a till, customers would take their purchases to someone sat in a line of cars around the field. It was very late, so there was only one car left. I gave my CDs to the driver who promptly tried to drive off, so I grabbed them and ran. He drove after me, and a long chase scene ensued. Eventually we both got fed up and I hid (very badly) up a tree. The man (who by this point had turned into YouTube's MusicFromBlueSkies) and I decided to call it quits and he would let me win because every story should have a happy ending.

6. I was at my grandma's house with my brother and my mum and a really big, blue insect was flying around, getting in everybodies' way. I went to bed, and when I got up I kept my feet off the floor in case it jumped out. I went downstairs and sat down, and it was on the floor in front of me. Its wings were made of thin metal - almost clockwork - and consisted of small wires and spinning letters, which spelt out the word 'RELEASE' over and over again.

7. I was at school with my friends like a normal day, except there were loads of people (I think the school had added a six form, but there were a whole host of others too). Hundreds of primary school children were coming out of the entrance, mingled with minibuses. They weren't paying attention and kept running over the children because there was no room, so I was running around trying to stop them to no avail. The teacher told me to stop it, that I was getting in the way.

8. I can't remember the beginning of this one, despite it being last night, but I was out shopping for prom dresses with my friends somewhere that looked a little bit like Cheshire Oaks. However, we got held up because there was a sofa in the middle of a square, along with my dad, a police officer, and someone from EastEnders (I think it was Sean Slater). We all sat round on the sofa having a nice chat and taking pictures with disposable cameras.


There are probably more, but that's all I can remember. Almost all of these were within the last month or two. If anybody has a clue, just let me know. I'd appreciate it. (:

Fayle Moste Epick.

So, in that sad, nerdy way that I have, I was having a little think about toponymy (the etymology of place names) after something from an Archaeology lesson not so long ago. I wondered where the name of my town and the nearby were from, as their components aren't common ones for the most part. Obvious point of refernce to try: The Domesday Book. Non-corrupted forms of every settlement in the country? Perfect.
Or not, apparently.
Not ONE website I can find will give me free access to Domesday records. It's not like they're confidential; it was over nine hundred years ago!
Is it too much to ask for a litle information to satiate my geekish curiosity?

For Coist.

I wish I knew you way back when
Before you were part of my plans
I think that we would have been friends

There's only time to live our lives
And you'll be the one who's by my side
And I can promise you that
You'll always be my best friend

'Til the end when we part
I will give you my heart
And I promise to love you
With all that it is
And I promise to be there
Whenever you need me
Because you'll always be my best friend.

The sight of streetlights in puddles really is one of the most beautiful things.

And that's probably the first positive thought I've had all day, maybe even all week. Truth is... and that's the thing, I don't even know what the truth is. I try to cover it up, but this week some of it slipped out; if I could go back and change that now I would, but there's nothing I can do about it.

I'm sorry to those of you I've hurt over the past few days, be it something I did or said. I never meant for it to happen, but sometimes there's only so much one pair of shoulders can carry. Pessimism creeps in, and not much can send it on it's way again.

I'm sure I'll smile soon, and it'll probably be because of you. You know who you are. You always know what to do or say to bring me back, whether I'm right at the edge or just a little further than I should be. Any time of day or night, I think of you and nothing seems quite so bleak any more. I don't tell you this to your face often enough, but I really do love you.

So much.

Worried.

Bottling it up is not going to help. You NEED to talk to someone. Even if it's not me, someone. It's not healthy to keep it inside.
Please.

I hate seeing you like this.

Maybe Romeo isn't a Romeo after all...

Okay, now this might just be me and my currently confused mindset, but I was listening to We The Kings properly for the first time yesterday, and came to the conclusion that:

Check Yes Juliet is from the point of view of a girl.

I'm aware that it is probably not written from this viewpoint, but it makes so much more sense to me that way. At least, the way my head is (not) working right now, anyway.