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Watch “Lizzie Bennet Fan Chat w/ Ashley Clements and Daniel Gordh | EXCLUSIVE” on YouTube

18 Nov

Song of the week 1

16 Nov

A cute little music video, enjoy!
Flight Facilities: Crave You

Scrumptious Nutella Truffles

16 Nov

I found these while surfing around Pinterest, and they are delicious! Click the picture to see the recipe. The website they’re from, My Baking Addiction, has some other amazing treat to try, so have a look!


Why Silvia is Kinda Cool

15 Nov

In school at the moment, we’re studying the poetry of Silvia Plath. Her life was a pretty turbulent one by anyone’s standards, so I will admit I sat down thinking, “well, this will just be a whole pile of depressing.”

However, it’s actually not. Yes, some of her poems are quite dark and gloomy, but one we’ve recently done, The Times Are Tidy, really connects with me. Up to this point, my favourite poems have been The Lake Isle Of Inisfree, by W.B. Yeats, because of its dreamlike, soporific feeling and beautiful mystical imagery, and Sea Fever by John Masefield because of, again, it’s exquisite imagery and the way it personally connects with me and expresses how I feel.

While The Times Are Tidy does not contain lavish imagery, it does convey the basic frustration I feel with modern living and the yearning I feel for long ago fairytale times; an era of courage and adventure and excitement.

It’s pretty cool, go and Google it.

Stress and Panic

14 Nov

At the moment, I’m finding myself under an immense amount of pressure. I am constantly stressed, yet completely unproductive. Over the last two days I’ve had two maths tests and an English test, and I have a physics test tomorrow. I’m prepared for physics (just about) but was completely not ready for the other three tests. I have a piano exam in three weeks, and I am no where near ready, as I haven’t had a piano for four months when it was destroyed in the flood that ruined my house. I also have a violin exam, but that’s further away.

According to my mom, all my activities (my piano, violin and dancing) are counted as leisure time, so I have to work at home helping her on Fridays and the weekends from now on. Which means I have absolutely no social life for the moment. It also means I feel completely trapped. Every minute of every day seems to be timetabled for me; I always have something to do. Like right now, I have homework to do. But this will only take me a few minuted to write, and a want to post it now.

I don’t get to sleep until well after midnight every night due to homework, housework and other commitments, and then I have to get up at seven every morning. I’m constantly moving, there is no time to just relax, and take a deep breath, or eat even. And it’s not that I haven’t considered giving something up, I have: my mom then claims it has been a waste of money and time over the years that I’ve been doing it if I quit now.

Every now and then when I realise how much I have to do, I have a little panic attack. This usually happens at night in bed, just before I go to sleep. I know my grades and schoolwork are suffering because of how exhausted I am the whole time, and how I don’t have enough time to study. I also am currently surrounded by constant negativity, which is really hard to filter out.

Anyway, I’m not sure if you want to hear it, but I needed to vent. Any stress relieving ideas?

The Lizzie Bennet Diaries

12 Nov

I posted recently about YouTube vloggers that I really enjoy, but I didn’t put in this one, because it’s very different.

The Lizzie Bennet Diaries are a modern retelling of Pride and Prejudice, and they are magnificently produced. At first, I must admit, I was a little apprehensive as I usually don’t like “modern versions” of books or films I love. However, this was happily the exception. The LBD is fantastically written, acted, shot and edited, super-professionally, while still keeping the one-girl-and-a-webcam feel even though there’s a whole production team backstage. The plot is perfectly paced, and the casting for the roles is superb. Hmm, it’s like I’m playing who-can-fit-the-most-superlatives-into-a-paragraph game, so I’d better shut up. Here’s the very first episode for you viewing.

Also as a side note to those who are ardent fans, one word: DARCY! ❤

Doing a Musical

12 Nov

This is a post I published a while back on a different blog, but I think it fits this blog better, and would suit the readership more. It’s also a very important thing in my life, so I want to share it with as many people as I can. Apologies for anything that might not be relevant for this blog!


I got a massive nostalgia rush a few moments ago when I saw the lyrics to “My Secret Love” on a blog. I want to talk about the cause of this nostalgia… a few people who read this blog may have already guessed (hey Grace!). It all started in a badly-lit classroom on a grey, miserable day. The posters had been up around the school for some time now, saying that two of the teachers wanted to hold a musical. The room was full of everyone who was interested, a mixture of all year groups. We awkwardly sat in little clumps, since none of us really knew each other that well, even though we have a fairly small school. Oh how that changed.

The musical we did was Calamity Jane, and I still almost burst out crying every time I hear it mentioned, or see the lyrics of a song from it. For months, we lived Calamity Jane. One of the teachers involved was a bit of a perfectionist; each and every one of us knew the play off by heart.

But how could something like a school musical make such an impact? It’s not that big a deal, right? Well, I’ve added everything up, and apart from school, musical rehearsals are the activity I spent most my time doing during the school year. We had two-hour (and sometimes longer) rehearsals Monday through Thursday, and a three-hour rehearsal every Sunday. After that much time learning every detail of a two-hour musical, your heart beats in rhythm to it’s songs, whether it be the fast tempo of The Windy City or the more sedate The Black Hills of Dakota. You begin to hum the tunes everyday, and sing the harmonies and counter melodies to distract yourself from doing something else. You find yourself using expressions and accents from the play in everyday life, like drawling, “Now what in tarnation?” when you hear something odd. You smirk to yourself every time you hear or see words like sasparilla, stage coach, the Windy City, lieutenant, Yellowstone…. well, the list goes on. It takes over your life.

In addition to the story of Calamity Jane seeping into your veins, the people I spent all those hours with became family. And after family, they were the people I spent the most time with throughout the whole year. People I had half-known before became my best friends, and “inside-jokes” infested every moment of the play, from the secret love between a Can-Can dancer (who we decided to call Evangeline) and Doc Pierce, to how we would all cry with laughter at the words “Look at her go!” do to a long convoluted story involving Calam being hoisted across the stage on ropes.

Closing night was one of the most heartbreaking moments of my whole life. I didn’t have much contact with my new found family outside of musical rehearsals. Most of us were crying, including the teachers. I was probably a little more emotional then some due to exhaustion (I’d been up since 5 that morning, going to an enterprise competition). Thankfully though, I have managed to stay best friends with the people I got closest to over the months of practice. But the thing that gets me is… it will NEVER be the same again. One of our posse is gone to college, and all the others are going into either sixth year or third year, i.e. exam years, and so are not allowed to the musical, IF we do another one this year. Which I doubt will happen anyway. And if it happened the next year, I myself would be in the sixth year, and wouldn’t be allowed either.

I arrived home the day after the closing night, and sat in my room wondering what I was going to do with all my evenings… how I was going to survive without the hours of hilarity and hyperness. Those were black days those first few… So even thought I think the High School Musical films could be used as a kind of torture to correct youth offenders, I can see what a big deal a musical can be. And how… (God I’m a sap) magical it can all seem. It’s a once off thing, so you have to savor every moment.

God, I can feel the tears coming again… I love all you musical guys!!! ❤