Aren't you bored yet?

Okay, it's been too long. Basically I hid in bed for a couple of days, then was taken on an emergency camping trip for a weekend with my family, then forgot that I rely on the internet to live for a few days, then went on a camping trip with my best friend's family, then had a bath, watched Harry Potter and painted my nails, then went to bed, then the next day I came and wrote to you. Actually wait, have I written on here since Folkworks? Yes I have. Good. Right then:
So I bought some school uniform and stuff. I hate the uniform, but if you want to know why I think I wrote about it on the... sorry got distracted when looking for that because I just spotted a blog post where I randomly started explaining what chlamydia is. Don't we all have those days... bloody hell it was DAY 8 which is ages ago, but seems like only yesterday. Actually lots of stuff has happened since then. But I feel pretty much the same about school as I did then. Which is that I understand and respect what they're trying to do and stuff, but seriously, there are so many traditions and expectations that have come out of no where. But I will miss school when I leave next year, because I'm terrified of sixth form, and uni, and the rest of my life really. This isn't even what I came on to write about. To be totally honest I just came on to get an audience to my witterings.
Does anyone get really strange dreams? I don't even mean those crazy ones where suddenly you realise that the pigeon ate your dad and the only way to get him back is to pogo stick up the stairs at your school... although I've had that one. I mean more like the ones where someone you hardly know in real life has already divorced you then proposes to you again, or the ones where you snog someone you don't even fancy when you're awake. Actually I think my subconcious has a little crush. Urgh, has anyone ever had a recurring nightmare? They're horrible, because you end up terrified of going to sleep. I had one when I was a little kid about a giant pig that came running up the stairs...
So anyway, the soundtrack of my day? Well my dad has been trying to learn this song, so it's been played around the house quite a lot. Lippy Kids: don't even ask. Don't even ask how we ended up with an Elbow CD, because we don't know that either. I'm feeling quite indie at the moment though so anything calling itself 'alternative rock' ends up on my playlists until I can be bothered to listen to it and form an opinion.
I tidied my room yesterday, and it was no light hearted 'shove some stuff on top of your wardrobe and the rest in the washing basket' affair, I was dragging stuff out from under my bed, sorting it out, rearranging, the lot. I even found a copy of 'Erin the Firebird Fairy' which cheered me up (Again I'm forced to ask you not to ask). Toodle pip

Rhapsody

My brother and I found ourselves launching into our world famous a capella version of Bohemian Rhapsody, which is something beautiful to hear. I must say, he has the guitar solo begging at his feet like an anthropomorphic and metaphorical dog that is being used to represent his mastery over a piece of music. Apart from that I tidied my room (I know. I sometimes have an obsessively tidy room, but generally only when I'm angry, and nothing in the holidays can raise me from my stupor long enough to actually irritate me) and then went rambling with my family (I had no choice. And if you knew my family you would know the true meaning of the word 'rambling'. Make of that what you will). And my mum decided that at all the venues she goes to weddings at (and she goes to a lot of weddings) she will take a photo of the toilets, and we can make our own ranking chart of function rooms in the north east, entirely based on the comfort of the toilets. I think this is perfectly sensible and reasonable, and if I ever get married I will take due note of the quality of the necessary facilities. My goodness, aren't you bored of reading this yet? You surely must be, because I'm bored of writing it, and I assure you I am capable of wallowing in the glories of my own creations long after the actual glory has disappeared, historical peasant tracks have been built around the wallow-y, and presumably muddy and marshy patch where the glory used to be, then a slightly more sophisticated ancient civilization has tried to build a causeway straight through it and failed, then an era of people ruled by a fat queen with a whole brood of children who is highly unamused by even the most amusing situations have succeeded in draining it- and interestingly gained physical evidence of the curvature of the earth with the long pipes used to drain it- meaning there is nothing, therefore, left to wallow in. If you follow my drift. Pip pip.

I'm being followed by Beethoven's ghost...

Unaccountably, my entire family has developed and obsession with Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, and as I, my mum, my dad and my brother can all kind of play it, it is most definitely part of the soundtrack of my life at the moment.
The aforementioned brother is currently on a quest to try and be able to convince acquaintances that he can actually play the piano, and it really is working scarily well... He can play the first few bars of this, the piano part from 'Nightswimming' and the beginning of Bohemian Rhapsody and annoyingly he sounds pretty good. As if about 5 billion years of piano lessons don't make me sound better than him and youtube together for 5 minutes... sigh
So anyway... I ordered my brother's birthday present... finally... estimated to arrive on his birthday... never mind. He'll live.
Okay, I have a deep philosophical hypothetical question for you... if Derek Landy (author of the Skulduggery Pleasant series OH YEAH) was going to do an event in your city on the afternoon of your first day back at school, what would you do? Would you leave school at lunchtime, get the bus into town then the train into Newcastle then walk to Byker and go anyway? Because I'm not going to learn anything on the first day back, am I? But if I did that I'd be late, and I only have to go in for 1 lesson in the morning anyway, so why not just skive off the entire day? I REALLY WANT TO GET THE NEW GODDAM BOOK! And everyone in my tutor in my year likes him anyway, I'm sure I could convince at least 6 people to come with me. I suppose I could run out of school at 3.20 when it finishes, get the bus and train and then go to the book signing quarter of an hour late, but I REALLY REALLY WANT TO GO AND TALK TO HIM! I'm sure he would understand! I'm sure my teachers would understand. Talking to a world famous author is surely more helpful than writing down 'The Rules and Expectations of my Year 11 Geography Class'. Especially as I didn't even take Geography. Imagine that, I could be misdirected to a double period of geography, and sit there for the whole afternoon watching my time waste away... And then everyone would be sorry. Oh dear oh dear.

What to say?

I have no more genius ideas for song theme blobby things, and it's the middle of the holidays so nothing interesting enough is happening in my life to make it worth blogging without music. Today I had the option of going to look at fire surrounds with my mum and my grandad, but tragically I couldn't get dressed quickly enough to go out with them. So basically I'm going to sit around the house playing on the computer and eating, HOWEVER luckily I have reached the point in my holiday where I start re-reading Lord of the Rings so that should keep me occupied for a bit. I will do a sort of 'soundtrack to my day' thingy for a bit, so here is today's
Lord of the Rings symphony (ignore the talking bits. Well watch them if you want, I'm not stopping you, but they aren't part of the soundtrack of my day, as it were). Feel free to browse back through my blog as you listen to all 50 minutes of it. I expect nothing less from you. Or you could buy me stuff from my NEWLY CREATED Amazon wish list (Ruth Bradley's wishlist of extreme awesomness). More of that later.
I'm just starting the second book at the moment. If you've seen the film you'll remember the bit where Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli are searching for Merry and Pippin, and they find the Orcs killed by the Rohirrim beside Fangorn, and then Aragorn kicks the helmet down the hill and screams? Well I'm at that bit. But in the book. Did you know that when they filmed that shot, in the take used in the film Viggo Mortenson actually broke his foot. I may have watched the commentaries too many times. I have watched the extras a lot of times too. In fact, when I was about nine they got confiscated by my parents because me and my brother watched them every day. I surmise that we were very cool kids. The books are mind blowingly good, but they do take quite a long time to read. So I will allow you to call yourself a fan even if you've just watched the films.

So what else have I done today? Well I made myself the aforementioned (my ICT student teacher didn't believe that 'aforementioned' was a real word when I used it in my coursework. She made me change it. What an ignorant fool. This is the quality of teaching staff these days, they can be easily outsmarted by stuck up 15 year olds.) Amazon wish list, which made me feel quite old, (less than 8 months to my birthday guys!) but then I realized the number of kids films it had on it and felt young again.
I also invented a new word- with Emilie's help- which is 'Chiluba'. We discovered it at the same time that we discovered that I can type with my eyes closed and she can't. We don't know what it means yet though, any suggestions will be helpful...

Z

Hmmm... I can't think of any songs beginning with z... except 64 Zoo Lane. Now tell me that isn't adorable. Actually, I don't really get stories that have animals as people if I'm honest. Because animals don't actually have languages and stuff, they don't wear clothes and dance around, and tell stories. I suppose some things I can almost accept, like watership down, because the relationships between them and the other creatures are roughly enough approximately almost accurate, and some things (I remember a series called Redwall from when I was younger) are in no way intended to be realistic, but seriously, Peter Rabbit just makes me feel sick. Um. I do quite like Lion King though. Heh heh heh. And in Disney films everyone has a little animal familiar, which I wouldn't mind. I would have a dragon. OBVIOUSLY. WHO WOULDN'T? Anyway, what would you people have?

X/Y

Can't think of an X song.
You're All That I Have
Snow Patrol again :) Hmmmm.
What to say. Half way through the holidays. I'm even more tired than I was at the start, tbqh. I might go off and watch peep show now. Well I already have started watching it if I'm totally honest. Sorry

W

Warmer Climate
Nearly at the end now...
Okay people, I haven't written anything for a while. I was camping in Scotland avec mes famille which was, to be honest, wet and uncomfortable. Then I came home and the internet and phone lines were all out; apparently someone had climbed down a manhole and stole 300 metres of wire. I ask you. Then I went off to a music summer school for a week. I'm knackered. So. How are you?