Today was average schoolwise.
Computers. Did nothing. Yay.
English. Wrote third 12905. Yay.
Interval. Normal. Yay.
Japanese. Forgot homework. Yay.
Media Studies. Started watching Rebel Without A Cause. Yay.
Lunch. Normal. Yay.
Drama. Did nothing. Yay.
What was the real highlight of my day came after school, where we had our first proper band practise. We started off messing around quite a lot, and at 4:30 Mr Edmonds kicked us out because he had to go somewhere, but he told us to come back at 6.
So me and Stuart went back to my place and had some dinner. At 6 we walked back up to school and Mr Edmonds let us back in to the performance room. We got through an entire song (Feeling Good by Muse) with no mistakes, and it sounded REALLY good. I also managed to hit Bb5! (that's Bb, 2 octaves up from Middle C) I've only ever done that once before, and I got it every time we went through it.
So, yeah, it's been a good day. Unfortunately, I've got athletics tomorrow, but Mr Edmonds says we can try and get out of it to do band practise. Here's hoping!
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Feb 14th. Moping Day.
After I wrote my last post, I looked back on it and said to myself: "That's really depressing. My next post is going to be happy and lively."
But that's going to be a struggle.
Do you know how bored I am? I just watched the entire second season of the Big Bang Theory in one sitting. Yeah.
But anyway, I think I'll try and highlight some of the good parts of today so far.
...I got to sleep in.
...When I woke up, family was out so I had a nice, quiet, relaxing morning.
...Band is finally getting to be a bit more organised.
Things really are starting to look up. I've got Drama first tomorrow, and that will put me in a good mood for the rest of the day.
But what I really want is to go into town with someone(s). I'm really bored...
Ah well, I guess I'll just cruise through the rest of today and see everybody tomorrow.
Out.
But that's going to be a struggle.
Do you know how bored I am? I just watched the entire second season of the Big Bang Theory in one sitting. Yeah.
But anyway, I think I'll try and highlight some of the good parts of today so far.
...I got to sleep in.
...When I woke up, family was out so I had a nice, quiet, relaxing morning.
...Band is finally getting to be a bit more organised.
Things really are starting to look up. I've got Drama first tomorrow, and that will put me in a good mood for the rest of the day.
But what I really want is to go into town with someone(s). I'm really bored...
Ah well, I guess I'll just cruise through the rest of today and see everybody tomorrow.
Out.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Update, ranting, bitching, moaning and starting to sound a bit like a Christian scientist with appendicitis.
Yes, it's been a while since my last post. Get that look off your face and fuck up.
So, update. God knows you need one.
School has been normal for me, but I've recently come down with a VERY annoying stomach bug that for your sake I will not delve deeper into. Long and scatological story short, it's had me off school, work and getting out of bed for the last two days.
But I felt better this morning, which was a huge relief, and meant I could go to work.
And haha jerks, I'm the only person in the whole fucking world that had a VALID reason for missing the swimming carnival. Suck on that.
Yeah, that's what I thought you said.
So, we were meant to have a band practise after school on Thursday, but it never happened. Great start guys. You know what's even better? Our guitarist has run off to UCOL and started his own band called "Impending Death" *eye roll*, and now we need a new one. Fuck. Just what we need. Sweet Jesus, we're doing well.
All sarcasm aside, if we don't get our act together, we are going NOWHERE. We now have six weeks to go. That's fucking brilliant.
Anyway, that's enough about me, how about you?
... ... ... ... ... ...
WRONG BITCH. This is MY blog, and you're all gonna read it and be abused by me. Sick fuckers.
That's just the kind of mood I'm in. Happy happy joy joy.
I'm out until the next time I feel like verbally abusing those who try to care about what's going on in my mess of a life.
So, update. God knows you need one.
School has been normal for me, but I've recently come down with a VERY annoying stomach bug that for your sake I will not delve deeper into. Long and scatological story short, it's had me off school, work and getting out of bed for the last two days.
But I felt better this morning, which was a huge relief, and meant I could go to work.
And haha jerks, I'm the only person in the whole fucking world that had a VALID reason for missing the swimming carnival. Suck on that.
Yeah, that's what I thought you said.
So, we were meant to have a band practise after school on Thursday, but it never happened. Great start guys. You know what's even better? Our guitarist has run off to UCOL and started his own band called "Impending Death" *eye roll*, and now we need a new one. Fuck. Just what we need. Sweet Jesus, we're doing well.
All sarcasm aside, if we don't get our act together, we are going NOWHERE. We now have six weeks to go. That's fucking brilliant.
Anyway, that's enough about me, how about you?
... ... ... ... ... ...
WRONG BITCH. This is MY blog, and you're all gonna read it and be abused by me. Sick fuckers.
That's just the kind of mood I'm in. Happy happy joy joy.
I'm out until the next time I feel like verbally abusing those who try to care about what's going on in my mess of a life.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Scary shit...but pretty damn exciting.
Hello again, it's now maybe 20 minutes after I made my first post, and I'm already making my second. Now that's commitment!
I'll get the boring stuff out of the way first. I'm in an OK mood, work was boring, I burnt myself on the schnitzel cordon bleu we had for lunch, and I'm currently sitting in my chair with nothing at all to do except blog. This had better not become a habit.
Anyway, you're probably wondering what the fuck the title of this post means. You'll find out in good time. Not excellent time, or you would already know. But good time nonetheless.
As you may know, I've recently become part of a band that has never performed, has never practised, and, in fact, have never all been in the same place at the same time. So yeah, it was kinda feeling like it was going to bomb big time. But a ray of light is shining through and blinding me with nerves.
We've been given the chance to perform inbetween the two plays at the production this year, which, may I remind you, is dinner theater. Now, this sounds like the opportunity of a lifetime, but it's shit scary. It means performing for nearly an hour, when we've never even practised before.
In seven weeks.
Seven weeks, that's all the time we've got to prepare. Hell, we have no fucking idea where our guitarist is, or even if he still goes to FAG. And if our drummer doesn't get his shit together, we'll need to find a new one. No trouble with our pianist, except for the fact that he's left school and now has a demanding full time job that's completely killing the rest of his life. It is likely that he'll be able to add anything he wants to what we play though, he's just that good. As for our bassist, he's the only thing holding this band together. I'm starting to have some major doubts. I can sing whatever they put in front of me, but we've never even heard our guitarist play. For all we know, he thinks felines are called guitars and has been playing a cat for the last three years. So, yeah, that's some scary shit.
And that's not all. I've never sung in front of even a medium sized audience before, and there are going to be upwards of 100 people at this thing! The little musical number in the middle of A Midsummer Night's Dream, that's completely different. I sung with an English accent, and it was ten seconds long. This is over half an hour, singing properly. I don't even know if my voice will last.
I suppose there's really no use worrying over it. The best thing to do is to just start practising, once we find our guitarist who seems to be away in Happy Land singing Here We Go Round The Mulberry Bush with Helen Clark, Osama Bin Laden and the state of Texas. GREAT.
I'm not asking for help here, or even sympathy. It'll work out eventually. All I ask is that if you're not in the production, to try and come along to see it for a night. It's a fuckload of hard work.
Seven weeks. Ready, set, go.
I'll get the boring stuff out of the way first. I'm in an OK mood, work was boring, I burnt myself on the schnitzel cordon bleu we had for lunch, and I'm currently sitting in my chair with nothing at all to do except blog. This had better not become a habit.
Anyway, you're probably wondering what the fuck the title of this post means. You'll find out in good time. Not excellent time, or you would already know. But good time nonetheless.
As you may know, I've recently become part of a band that has never performed, has never practised, and, in fact, have never all been in the same place at the same time. So yeah, it was kinda feeling like it was going to bomb big time. But a ray of light is shining through and blinding me with nerves.
We've been given the chance to perform inbetween the two plays at the production this year, which, may I remind you, is dinner theater. Now, this sounds like the opportunity of a lifetime, but it's shit scary. It means performing for nearly an hour, when we've never even practised before.
In seven weeks.
Seven weeks, that's all the time we've got to prepare. Hell, we have no fucking idea where our guitarist is, or even if he still goes to FAG. And if our drummer doesn't get his shit together, we'll need to find a new one. No trouble with our pianist, except for the fact that he's left school and now has a demanding full time job that's completely killing the rest of his life. It is likely that he'll be able to add anything he wants to what we play though, he's just that good. As for our bassist, he's the only thing holding this band together. I'm starting to have some major doubts. I can sing whatever they put in front of me, but we've never even heard our guitarist play. For all we know, he thinks felines are called guitars and has been playing a cat for the last three years. So, yeah, that's some scary shit.
And that's not all. I've never sung in front of even a medium sized audience before, and there are going to be upwards of 100 people at this thing! The little musical number in the middle of A Midsummer Night's Dream, that's completely different. I sung with an English accent, and it was ten seconds long. This is over half an hour, singing properly. I don't even know if my voice will last.
I suppose there's really no use worrying over it. The best thing to do is to just start practising, once we find our guitarist who seems to be away in Happy Land singing Here We Go Round The Mulberry Bush with Helen Clark, Osama Bin Laden and the state of Texas. GREAT.
I'm not asking for help here, or even sympathy. It'll work out eventually. All I ask is that if you're not in the production, to try and come along to see it for a night. It's a fuckload of hard work.
Seven weeks. Ready, set, go.
Standard First Post
For those who know me, I need not say anything about myself.
For those who don't, get the hell off my blog!
I jest, but seriously, no creepy stalkers.
I'm known to most as Izark, and my life is really not all that dramatic.
Some would say it's actually rather boring. But I suppose you have to be on the other side of the glass to see how interesting it is. It's always interesting to hear about someone else's life.
I'm intending to update this blog whenever the hell I want to, which could be daily, weekly, monthly, yearly, or even millenium-ily. So don't hold your breath.
For those who don't, get the hell off my blog!
I jest, but seriously, no creepy stalkers.
I'm known to most as Izark, and my life is really not all that dramatic.
Some would say it's actually rather boring. But I suppose you have to be on the other side of the glass to see how interesting it is. It's always interesting to hear about someone else's life.
I'm intending to update this blog whenever the hell I want to, which could be daily, weekly, monthly, yearly, or even millenium-ily. So don't hold your breath.
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